Why did Jianzun steal his relatives [Rebirth]

Xue Xuanwei sat on the head of the bed, looking at the frowning person on the bed, the white soft robe on his body was soaked and solidified with blood, with a large area of ​​deep and shallow, looking very hideous.

Xue Xuanwei didn't say a word, still put his palms on his chest, and pressed the scattered soul back into his body.

"Um……"

The soul returned to the body, like cotton stuffed into a pillow, always a little uncomfortable, Xiao Yihe was sweating all over the mattress, as if he thought the pillow was not soft enough, he turned his cheeks sideways, and his head fell down. Hold it in your palm.

He put the person back on the pillow, but his palms were heavy.

Xiao Yihe pressed his face to the palm of his hand, his wet and cold lips were sticking to the palm of his hand.

Xue Xuanwei twitched back, and he unconsciously rubbed up until he was like a fox with a scarf, his hands and feet were wrapped around Xue Xuanwei's waist, and his breath came in through the fabric, as if holding him like this, the pain in his body would be healed Lighten up.

Because of the soul-replenishing technique, the souls of the two of them have long been entangled together, and they can't tell each other apart.Xiao Yihe's soul was in turmoil, so he couldn't help but want to get close to his "other half".

In his drowsiness, he seemed to dislike the light, so he buried his cheeks a little deeper.

Xue Xuan gently stroked the ends of his hair, and tied the broken hair at the corners of his temples behind his ears.The farmhouse was simple and there was no bed curtain to cover the sun, so he took off his outer robe and covered Xiao Yihe's head.

At this moment, Nan Rongke dragged his Uncle Ning back together after being beaten and beaten outside.

He was about to get up, but Xiao Yihe hugged his waist tightly. When the disheveled Ning Wushuang entered the door, he saw this scene.

Ning Wushuang was stunned for a moment, then narrowed his eyes slightly, looking at the big lump down Sect Master Xue's waist.

Xue Xuanwei lifted a bit of the black robe with one hand, gave him a look at the person hidden inside, and said succinctly: "He hurt his soul, he was on the verge of collapsing, and he used the forbidden technique of the puppet sect in the dream."

Before Ning Wushuang took a closer look, the black robe fell down again, and there was no time for two breaths before and after: "...Huh?"

Xue Xuanwei: "He is afraid of light."

Ning Wushuang: "..."

Ning Wushuang suppressed his annoyance, and approached, only then did Sect Master Xue stingily remove a little of his outer robe, revealing a beautiful and sad face, which was lying on Sect Master Xue's waist, unconscious.

Although he is proficient in soul art and ghost art, he is the only one used by others as a medical practitioner. He was rolling his eyes to feel his pulse, when he suddenly opened his eyes wide: "His soul... seems to be broken into thousands of pieces... Thousands of pieces were forcibly put back together again, it is simply a miracle..."

It was the first time Ning Wushuang saw such a soul, and it was still alive. Before, he could jump, talk and laugh, and suddenly he became interested and his tone became excited.

Seeing that Xue Xuanwei didn't respond, and felt that he didn't understand, he changed his description: "Have you ever seen Bingcracked Porcelain? It looks like a vase in good condition. You come closer and look at it carefully." , to see the cracks on his soul. Look at this area, it is different from his original soul color, this is the soul-replenishing soul technique... Oh, I forgot, you don’t know soul technique, so you can’t see it.”

Xue Xuanwei leaned against his back and instilled spiritual power into Xiao Yihe, but there was no disturbance when he heard the words: "I just ask how to wake him up."

Ning Wushuang was admiring the unparalleled "ice-cracked soul". Hearing this, he raised his head and glanced at him: "Wake up? This kind of soul is difficult to sort out, and it's a miracle to be alive. Look at him, look at this wound, it's a broken soul." Was it a dagger wound? And he was weak, and he was shot by Nan Rong’s family—hey, what is stitched between the cracks? Soul thread?”

He deviated from the subject again while speaking, Xue Xuan said suddenly: "Ning Wushuang."

Ning Wushuang was interrupted by Shengsheng, and after a long while, he folded his arms and said: "Once this kind of soul is disintegrated, it will be difficult to put it back together. You always know that if the separated soul wants to stay in the world forever, either He is going to cultivate the way of ghosts, but judging by his situation, it may be too late for him to cultivate the way of ghosts. Since the right way cannot work, then he has no choice but to take a crooked way..."

Xue Xuanwei: "Say the key points."

"..." Ning Wushuang clicked his tongue, "The point is, first find this expert who can fix his soul."

Xue Xuanwei: "Why?"

Ning Wushuang sighed: "His soul has been bonded to that expert's broken soul for a long time, and he has already merged into one, so he can only have contact with that person." He glanced at Xue Xuanwei, "The person who urged the blood sect Gu, have you heard of it?"

Xue Xuanwei's expression froze, and he nodded slightly for a long time to show his acquiescence.

If it wasn't for the Cuxuemen wanting him to refine human gu when he was young, he wouldn't have had an intersection with Xiao Yihe later on.

... How could he not know about the blood-thirsty door?

Ning Wushuang continued: "The blood-thirsty sect was originally taught by our puppet sect. This human voodoo method is a kind of puppet secret art, but the thief only stole the upper half of this secret art, and he didn't know much about it. Yep, made something like a human gu."

"Actually, this secret technique is called Soul Deed, and it is the technique of controlling ghosts and souls. Our ancestors created this secret technique, and knew that it would be a disaster rather than a blessing in the future, so they put it on the shelf with foresight and refused to allow it easily. Disciple practice."

As he said that, Ning Wushuang patted his chest: "No, I just happened to peek."

"..." Xue Xuanwei rested his fingers on the back of Xiao Yihe's neck, wiping off his sweat, "What do you mean, just make a soul bond with him?"

Ning Wushuang nodded: "With the soul contract, you can be dependent on each other for good fortune and longevity. However, after the soul contract is formed, he must always be by the master's side, and he must not disobey the master, otherwise he will suffer backlash."

Xue Xuan lowered his eyes slightly in thought, and the movements of his hands stopped unconsciously.

"Um..."

The underside of the robe moved, as if very dissatisfied, Xue Xuan regained his composure slightly, and still patted his back gently, like putting a child to sleep, Xiao Yihe was at peace.

"Does it hurt?"

Ning Wushuang: "Huh?"

"The soul-bonding contract." Xue Xuanwei murmured, "He is afraid of pain."

In the past, when he was lightly punished with a few whips, he was so painful that his eyes were tearful, his eyes were red, and he lay on the couch for several days and refused to pay attention to anyone.He seemed to think of something, and there was a touch of tenderness in his eyes, but soon this tenderness was suppressed by a heavier heart.

Ning Wushuang rubbed his ears and cheeks: "You need to imprint a mark on the soul to form a soul contract. I said it doesn't hurt at all, do you believe it?"

Xue Xuanwei quickly made a decision: "How to form a contract?"

Ning Wushuang was taken aback: "Didn't I say it, I have to find it first..." He glanced at Xue Xuanwei, saw the determination and urging in the other party's eyes, and suddenly had a fight in his heart, shouldn't it be to make up for this little disciple's soul? ...

Is it Sect Master Xue himself?

Although he didn't want to believe it, looking at Sect Master Xue's expression, he was sure of it.

Is he crazy?

Who exactly is Song Yao, worthy of him?

Ning Wushuang was quite shocked, and in the midst of suspicion, he suddenly remembered that on the way back in a hurry just now, Nan Rongke complained to him, saying that Song Yao's swordsmanship was overbearing, and he casually raised his hand to provoke "Inch Heart"; he also remembered Xue Xuanwei just now Said that Song Yao used the puppet sect forbidden technique in his dream.

A thought suddenly rushed to the Lingtai.

Apart from the puppet sect's own children, only two people from the foreign sect have practiced this forbidden technique. One is Ning Wushuang who taught Xue Xuanwei, and the other is his elder brother Ning Wuzhi who taught...

Ning Wushuang: "!!"

He suddenly looked at half of the face exposed in the pile of clothes, his breathing froze for a while, and he couldn't help but want to take off the layer of robes and take a closer look at the person underneath.

"Ning Wushuang...Ning Wushuang!"

Ning Wushuang came back to her senses, and when she heard Xue Xuanwei calling him, she couldn't help but ask, "Who is he?"

Xue Xuan didn't answer, just said: "Old man." Seeing his change of expression, Xue Xuan frowned slightly and said, "Do you still think that he did that thing?"

Ning Wushuang clenched the fan on his waist.

Xue Xuanwei said: "I don't know why you are so sure, but I can swear with my heart that the Phoenix murder case was not done by him."

Ning Wushuang turned her head and saw a stream of light flickering on his fingertips, faintly flashing the shape of an oath.He watched in surprise that the oath melted into Xue Xuanwei's dantian, as if knocking the chain on the golden elixir.

Swear with Dao Xin, if the truth is contrary to the oath, Dao Xin will be shattered immediately.

But while Ning Wushuang was shocked, he still couldn't completely let go of it. He didn't do it, but he wasn't necessarily instigated by him.All kinds of scars in the Phoenix Garden back then showed that the murderer who slaughtered the puppet sect had a great relationship with "Xiao Yihe".

Xue Xuanwei naturally knew what Ning Wushuang was thinking, paused slightly, and said slowly: "65 years ago, I was by his side... Therefore, it is absolutely impossible for him to do it. As for who it is, I don't know."

Ning Wushuang raised his head in disbelief: "You and him... You once asked me how I could recall a person's soul, just for..."

Xue Xuanwei didn't speak, just looked down at the person in his arms, there was a gentle ripple in his eyelashes that was hard to be seen by others, and he repeated in a low voice for a long time, like a lingering lament: "I've always been by his side."

Ning Wushuang is no longer the stupid stupefied young man she was back then. Seeing Xue Xuanwei carefully protecting the person in his arms, and nourishing his soul, pouring spiritual power into him as if he didn't need money, he kept combing the other person. The chaotic meridians.

——If this "Song Yao" had nothing to do with the guy from Sword God Mountain, Ning Wushuang would cut off his head and kick it as a ball.

He just suddenly felt a little absurd and absurd, so he couldn't help but sneered.

Obviously, they used to be so incompatible, tit for tat, but now...

Xue Xuanwei was carefully wiping the forehead of the boy in his arms, when suddenly a roll of bamboo slips was thrown over him, and Ning Wushuang said: "I don't want to save him, I want to ask him about the past when he wakes up!"

He looked awkwardly again, and there were still many questions, but he also knew that if he stayed any longer, Sect Master Xue might be chasing people away, so he walked out embarrassingly: "You need to feed after the soul contract is formed." Essence and blood to recognize the master, don’t feed too much! The soul deed technique is essentially a ghostly way, if he is too greedy for bloodthirsty energy, turns ghost into a ghost, and sucks you dry, I will not collect your corpse—”

Xue Xuanwei took the bamboo slips, hummed, and put them on the door with a flick of his sleeves, laying down a barrier.

Ning Wushuang, who had just stepped out of the threshold, was about to give some more instructions when he was slapped in the nose.

Turning around, I saw Nan Rongke squatting by the wall like a big dog, staring at the door with bright eyes, and when he finally came out, he immediately rushed forward: "Uncle! Come and see Wendao!"

"..."

Inside the room, Xue Xuanwei opened the bamboo slips and read them. When he read a certain sentence, he paused suddenly and frowned slightly.He glanced at Xiao Yihe, and continued to read until he took the content on the bamboo slips into his mind verbatim.

Opening his outer robe, Xiao Yihe was still lying on his lap unknowingly, Xue Xuan slightly leaned over, put his lips on his forehead, kissed silently, and smiled for a long time: "I don't know if you want to or not." Yes, if you don't want to, wake up and tell me."

For a while, there was only Xiao Yihe's heavy breathing in the bed.

"Look, you agreed too."

Xue Xuanwei lifted him up, and was suddenly thrown away from the warm nest. Xiao Yihe rubbed back restlessly, but was pushed back to the bed with a palm, and then a golden light penetrated into the skin with lightning speed, and his waist bounced up suddenly , like a bow that is about to leave the string.

Xiao Yihe groaned in pain, turned over instinctively to hide, but was still detained mercilessly, his consciousness was confused, and his eyes couldn't be opened, he didn't understand why he did this, and soon there were wet marks under his eyelashes.

The wetness was sucked away by a soft-soft dry thing, which slid along the corner of the eye, to the peak of the nose, and then came to his sobbing lips.

The wet and salty kiss-kiss blocked his mouth, and at the same time, there was a wide palm stuck into the skirt of his clothes, and he felt a chill in his chest, followed by a sharp needle piercing the bone marrow. pain.

It's just that before he could cry out, he was comforted by more charming and gentle movements.

The pain came and went, and it was not pleasant. Xiao Yihe felt anxious in pain, but he couldn't escape, he could only look for compensation more ferociously.Xue Xuan moved away from him a little bit, lowered his head to see how the bond spell was progressing, but suddenly felt a pain in his ear and was bitten.

The person who bit him was not polite, blood was seen after two strokes, so he had no choice but to push the person back on the pillow: "Be good."

There are seven spells in total, and as the fifth one sinks into the skin, Xue Xuanwei can already feel that the connection between himself and him is getting closer. If he feels it quietly, he can even hear the other party's more vigorous heartbeat and meridian blood that gradually calms down. flow.

But Xiao Yihe was in pitiful pain, so he was not willing to listen, raised his neck, opened his mouth slightly, and let out an ah.

Xue Xuan leaned over to listen: "What are you doing?"

Xiao Yihe poked out the tip of his tongue, and licked the corner of his lips flatteringly, Xue Xuan was taken aback for a moment, but somehow he didn't withdraw, he opened his mouth in a strange way, and the restless little thing took the opportunity to slip into the gap between his lips In, to tease the "good friend" lying quietly inside.

The sixth mantra merged, Xiao Yihe's waist trembled, his mind recovered a bit, he opened a gap slightly, and saw a pair of vague and familiar eyes, he was extremely wronged, the eyes gleamed with water, and even his voice softened : "No more..."

Although he knew what he meant, Xue Xuanwei was still dazed by this slightly ambiguous cry, and said hoarsely for a moment: "It will be over soon."

The last golden light leaped out, and the seven spells were connected completely, changing into the shape of a spell pattern, which disappeared in an instant before it could be clearly seen, and disappeared into the soul.Xue Xuan breathed a sigh of relief, but saw that his dirty clothes were messy and wrinkled, and his description was not neat, as if he had just been fished out of the water.

He had no choice but to take out a set of his own robes from the spirit bag and wrap him up again.

After doing all these well, Xiao Yihe gradually woke up from the chaos of the soul bond.

It took a long time for his eyes to focus, and they fell on a handsome and flawless face. He was stunned for a while, his mind was still sticky, and he only felt that his throat was dry and thirsty. Concentrated gazes slid down along Xue Xuanwei's ancient well-like eyes.

There was a hint of longing and greed in his eyes.

Then his Adam's apple rolled, and Xiao Yihe stared at the corner of his mouth that was bleeding and bleeding, and swallowed heavily.

Seeing his appearance, Xue Xuanwei recalled the time when he rescued him from the bloodthirsty sect when he was young. Xue Xuanwei actually couldn't remember what happened at that time, but only remembered some vague fragments.

Can't help muttering: "I was...was it the same?"

At that time, every night when the people were quiet and he was in unbearable pain, it was Xiao Yihe who brought the blood from his finger to his mouth one mouthful at a time, coaxing him, laughing at him, saying "I can't do it next time", while endlessly pampering.

It is even more difficult to recall exactly when he got rid of this bad habit. It seems that Xiao Yihe's complexion was too bad, and Ning Wuzhi was as careful as a hair, and finally discovered the small affair between the two of them, and severely criticized them. The earth is so quit.

Feng shui really turns around.

Fate does make fun of people, he stole too much love from Xiao Yihe, but Xiao Yihe is such a passionate person, his love is evenly distributed to every flower, every cloud, every common people who respect and wear him .

He steals such a little every day, Xiao Yihe will never find out... So he can only hide it in his heart, tuck it in his sleeve, and dare not show it to others when he is sneaky.

But what is stolen must be returned after all.

Xue Xuan's eyelashes fell down slightly like crow feathers, and he unbuttoned his collar, revealing a large area of ​​fair skin on his shoulders and neck. With his fingertips, he condensed out an air blade, cut a hole on the side of his neck, and blood beads gushed out all at once.

He leaned over and handed it to Xiao Yihe's mouth: "I owe you too much."

The sweet breath radiated through the skin, Xiao Yihe frowned, Lingyuan's thirst made him impatient, but the subconscious instinct told him that he should not hurt the person in front of him, and there was a back and forth game between reason and desire.

But the soul contract has been terminated, and the bloodline is just waiting to recognize the master, and the bloodthirsty desire is getting more and more violent. He pinches himself, covers his mouth, supports half of his body, and wants to turn to the other side without looking at him won't...

Just grabbing a corner of the mattress, another hand came up and scratched his knuckles, Xiao Yihe half body trembled, his five fingers were turned over, and intertwined with his palm.

Xiao Yihe was stunned and struggled a bit: "I don't want to..."

However, Xue Xuanwei pulled him back to his side, and asked in a low voice, "...don't want me?"

No, I didn't want to hurt him, and I didn't want to absorb his life to live.

Xiao Yihe opened his eyes involuntarily, with strong desire rolling in them, he also felt that his eyes were burning, and immediately closed them again, trembling all over.But maybe because of the soul contract, he couldn't resist: "...I won't be able to control it..."

"It's okay." Xue Xuan slightly hooked the back of his neck, caressed him with his big palm, inserted his fingertips into the soft hair at the back of his head, and pulled him over.

Xiao Yihe lay on his shoulder and exhaled lightly, smelling the faint fragrance of Taoism and medicine on his body, mixed with blood, it was very sweet.At this time, he really couldn't bear the temptation of being so close at hand, he carefully rubbed against Xue Xuanwei, and secretly looked at Xue Xuanwei, seeing that he didn't respond, he opened his mouth tremblingly.

Licked once, and then again, like a cat drinking water quietly for the first time.

A hand has been gently stroking his temples, as if to encourage.

After licking and licking several times, he finally overwhelmed his reason with thirst, put his arms around his neck, hugged Xue Xuanwei, and pressed his sharp side teeth against his skin, sucking and swallowing.

With the feeding of the master's blood, the spirit pattern on the side of the waist glowed faintly, but it was buried in the clothes, and neither of the two had the time to observe it.

There was a string of blood beads flowing down the collarbone, Xiao Yihe was not willing to waste any of it, the warm tip of his tongue turned downwards even after turning around.

Xue Xuan called out in a low voice, lifted his cheeks, and only glanced at him, seeing that his cheeks were slightly flushed, his eyes were moist and blurred, and suddenly pressed him back heavily on his shoulders: "Okay, don't..."

...don't hook me.

Xue Xuan slightly lowered his eyelids, calmed down for a while, and then continued to rub-play with his hair, and did not stop him from stopping.

Xiao Yihe drank heartily, filled the thirsty spirit essence to the oily water, and rolled the pure spirit brilliance that belonged only to his master, he finally licked away the blood stains around him satisfactorily, let out a long sigh comfortably, and wiped his face Buried in his warm shoulders, arms around his waist.

As if sitting on him, he closed his eyes drowsily.

Seeing that he had fallen asleep, Xue Xuanwei snapped his fingers to stop the bleeding from the wound on the side of his neck, but left a red and purple mark where he was bitten by him. When he was about to put him down, he felt a little dizzy.

It was only then that I remembered Ning Wushuang's exhortation...it was indeed a bit unrestrained.