Proud of the rivers and lakes

When Fu Jinghong woke up, he found that he was not in the small pond.

He is lying on a bed.

A dark wood carved bed.

Tassel treasure tent, Shen Yanfu.

Fu Jinghong frowned when he smelled the faint and nearly scattered herbal smell in the tent, and slowly recovered.

He remembered that before he passed out, he seemed to have seen Murong Shang.

Murong Shang?

He is a member of the Demon Cult?

Fu Jinghong sat up slowly and looked around.

This is an extremely simple room with few decorations, the windows are tightly closed, and it is very dark.

There is a vague herbal smell floating in the house.

... Murong Shang brought him here?

Why did Murong Shang bring him here?

Is Murong Shang also a member of the Demon Cult?

There was a faint clue in Fu Jinghong's mind, but he couldn't grasp it no matter what.

He shook his head, trying to clear up his muddled brain.

At this time, the door suddenly opened without warning.

Fu Jinghong immediately looked up.

A man appeared at the door.

Fu Jinghong paused, the man actually wore a mask.

Holding a porcelain bowl in his hand, the man walked slowly towards Fu Jinghong.

The iron mask cast a cold luster unique to metal on his face.

Fu Jinghong didn't know who that man was.

He thought for a moment that he was Murong Shang...but he quickly realized that he was not.

Because he had already seen Murong Shang's appearance, there was no reason for Murong Shang to wear a mask to hide it.

So who is this man?

The man had already approached the bed and found that Fu Jinghong had woken up, but he didn't say anything, just handed the porcelain bowl to Fu Jinghong.

Fu Jinghong looked down and saw that the porcelain bowl contained a red viscous liquid. He didn't know what it was, but it smelled very strange.

And it was obvious that the man in front of him wanted him to drink it.

Fu Jinghong paused for a moment, and quietly took a breath, but as he expected, the dantian was empty.

But his veins didn't appear to be damaged, it should be that someone used drugs to temporarily seal his internal energy... that person didn't turn him into a cripple.

Fu Jinghong breathed a sigh of relief, and quickly looked at the hands holding the porcelain bowl.

Those hands are slender and fair, the fingertips are well-shaped, and the fingertips are pink and healthy, without calluses from years of martial arts practice.

...It really wasn't Murong Shang.

Fu Jinghong lowered his eyes, he saw Murong Shang's hands, they were pale and delicate.

When Fu Jinghong looked up again, he took the

He raised his head and drank from the porcelain bowl.

The red liquid was extremely bitter in the mouth, Fu Jinghong frowned, but finally swallowed it.

The man looked in Fu Jinghong's direction, even though he was wearing a mask... Fu Jinghong could guess that the expression on the man's face at this moment must be extremely astonishing.

The man seemed to hesitate for a moment, and when he took the bowl from Fu Jinghong, he finally couldn't help asking: "Why did you drink it without even asking what it is?"

The man's voice was like a trickle of water, clear and agitated, quite pleasant.

Fu Jinghong glanced at him, with a slightly strange look in his eyes, and said, "You will tell me if I ask?"

The man paused and said, "Of course not."

"That's it...Since I know you won't tell me, why should I ask?" Fu Jinghong said.

"But how do you know I won't tell you if you don't ask?" The man refused to let go.

Fu Jinghong smiled at him and said, "Could it be that you want to tell me?"

The man paused and said, "Of course it's impossible."

"Since you don't want to tell me, why do you want me to ask?"

"You tied me up and sealed my inner strength, so I have no choice but to let you slaughter me."

Fu Jinghong said lightly.

He grew up in Broken Sleeve Valley, although he is not invulnerable to all poisons, he is not afraid of ordinary poisons.

But it was just an ordinary poison. If it was some strange and very tricky poison, he would be helpless.

For example, female Gu poison, such as the medicine just now.

He drank the medicine, but he couldn't even taste some of the medicine.

It's just that when he drank it, he seemed to smell a faint smell of blood, very faint, as faint as the essential medicinal herbs in this room.

The man paused after hearing what Fu Jinghong said, and said nothing more.

It's just that he clenched the porcelain bowl tightly with both hands, so hard that his five fingers turned white.

"You..." Finally he spoke.

"You should take a good rest... The leader ordered you." He said coldly, "After three days, you will understand."

Fu Jinghong couldn't help but looked up at the man.

After three days?

... Hierarch?

The man just snorted coldly, turned and left.

... If he hadn't known that it was impossible, Fu Jinghong would have thought that this man was Tao Zhihua.

The door was closed.

The room fell silent again.

Fu Jinghong frowned and thought, he was brought here by Murong Shang's Sleeping Point, could it be that the leader that the man said was Murong Shang?

Demon leader?Murong Shang is the leader of the Demon Cult?

actually think about it

It's not impossible...it's even very possible, after all, Murong Shang is the son of the Buddha Heart Liuli, the saint of the Demon Sect.Although he didn't know what the so-called Demon Sect Saintess was used for, there was no doubt that her status in the Demon Sect must be very high, and she might even be equivalent to the position of the leader.

Fu Jinghong recalled the so-called battle between good and evil 20 years ago, but he didn't seem to mention the leader of the Demon Cult...

Fu Jinghong paused, if Murong Shang is the leader of the Demon Sect, then what is Murong Lin?Just a pretense?Or is it just a pawn played by his own son?

But he had investigated before, and Murong Shang really has no internal energy, and Murong Shang is very weak, he is not suitable for martial arts at all, if he practices martial arts forcibly, it may hurt his tendons, and even his life.

However, the person who tapped his acupoints was indeed Murong Shang, and it is impossible for a person without internal energy to completely conceal his aura when so many masters gather in Xiao Zhenhan and Shen Qingshui... Only internal energy Only people whose cultivation level is much higher than theirs can hide themselves without them noticing.

Fu Jinghong became more and more confused.

He found himself seemingly stuck in a deadlock.

After a long time, Fu Jinghong sighed and fell down.

Then he fell asleep.

Although he was surprised that he could still sleep in such an environment, he did fall asleep.

Not only did he fall asleep, he also had a dream.

In the dream, it was cloudy and misty, and it was hazy.

Gradually, it seemed that a hand pushed away those clouds and mist, and everything around became clearer.

He seemed to be in a room that was very familiar to him, but he couldn't remember it.

He walked slowly, and then he saw a painting on the wall.

There seemed to be a person in the painting, but he couldn't see clearly.

Then he walked forward, stretched out his hand, and slowly stroked the frame of the painting, feeling a little affectionate.

He stroked slowly, but his heart was empty and confused.

He doesn't know who he is.

He doesn't know why he is here.

Fu Jinghong in the dream gradually became clearer, he retracted his hand caressing the painting in a daze, and realized that this was the small room he had visited in Murong Mansion.

He raised his head, and sure enough, he found the portrait of the beauty on the wall.

... This is the painting he was stroking just now.

The beauty in the painting was still the same as he had seen before, dressed in red, she was peerless, but he always felt that something was different.

He stared intently, as if trying to find out what was different.

Suddenly, the painting came alive, and a line of blood and tears rolled down from the eyes of the person in the painting.

He was taken aback and stared blankly at the person in the painting.

The line of blood and tears is bright red

Burning, just like the color of the bowl of medicine he drank, very eerie.

And the person in the painting seems to be looking at him outside the painting.

Fu Jinghong stared blankly, the person in the painting... seemed to be slowly turning into a man, pale and weak.

Dressed in red, the glass is like fire.

A pair of eyes are like an ancient well, without waves or ripples.

Fu Jinghong was about to take a closer look, but suddenly he felt like falling into the clouds, and he woke up suddenly.

He sat up abruptly from the bed, staring blankly in front of him.

...This is still the room he was in before he fell asleep.

His belly seemed to be hot...

This is not right.

Fu Jinghong discovered that he seemed to have sent out the female Gu poison again...but obviously he only sent it out not long ago, and the time was wrong.

And this time the female gu poison was tens of times more violent than the previous few times, not only the heat in his abdomen was boiling, but even the back acupuncture point felt extremely empty and urgent, and there was something walking on his limbs and bones , violently brought up bursts of emotion.

This is not right.

Even though the body had completely succumbed to desire, Fu Jinghong still bit his lower lip tightly to maintain the last trace of sobriety.

He felt that something in his body seemed to come alive, and it was constantly swimming in his body at this time, violently awakening every inch of his body.

This was a feeling he had never felt before, the physical desire was so strong that it made him faintly afraid.

He thought, that female Gu... probably came back to life.

Could it be... that medicine?

Is that an aphrodisiac?

No, it is impossible for ordinary aphrodisiacs to cause such a big reaction...

What exactly is that?

Fu Jinghong's whole body trembled violently, something alive was churning and rolling in his abdomen, urging him.

If he hadn't bit his lower lip tightly, the room would have been filled with his groans.

At this moment, the door opened again.

Fu Jinghong was unable to raise his head, his limbs were empty, and his back was empty.

...The man came to him in an instant.

Fu Jinghong paused and looked at the person in front of him.

The visitor was dressed in red, and the glass was like fire.

...it was the person he had just seen in his dream.