I can't get enough to feed you

Meng Xiaojiang completely forgot the revenge of being bitten, and stretched out his hand to grab Ji Xuanyuan's hand. Ji Xuanyuan shook his hand and sincerely sighed: "Oh, I'm the one who is not honest this time. I ask you to agree to the agreement." , but if you can’t hold back, don’t ask yourself what you want, if you are going to be angry, just hit me twice to vent your anger!”

Meng Xiaojiang shook his hand and hooked his fingers. He didn't understand what Ji Xuanyuan said, because his mind was muddy now, and he couldn't understand what Ji Xuanyuan said. Ears come out, no brain at all.

Meng Xiaojiang just looked at Ji Xuanyuan worriedly, and said in a concerned voice: "Ji Xuanyuan, why are you vomiting? Are you okay? Do you want to see a doctor?"

Ji Xuanyuan: "Huh?"

Meng Xiaojiang stood up staggeringly, and was about to fall to the ground before she could stand still. Ji Xuanyuan grabbed her with a big hand and let someone lean into her arms.

Meng Xiaojiang was half lying in his arms, muttering to herself: "Ji Xuanyuan, you must have eaten up your stomach, who told you to eat so much, you will throw up now."

Ji Xuanyuan: "You control my food, I hate others to control my food and drink—"

"I've learned a way to make soup for digestion before." Meng Xiaojiang closed her eyes, "I'll cook it for you next time, so that you can digest it."

Ji Xuanyuan closed his voice, Meng Xiaojiang slid down, he quickly fished him up, this time he leaned over to stare at Meng Xiaojiang's face, and saw a bloody tooth mark on Meng Xiaojiang's right cheek.

Ji Xuanyuan blinked, with a look of pain on his face, but he still slowly leaned over, stuck out his tongue and licked at the tooth mark, two bites, three bites—then Ji Xuanyuan put Meng Xiaojiang down quickly and steadily. On the ground, he bent over and vomited again.

When the nausea was gone, Ji Xuanyuan squatted on the spot in a daze, conscious that he had never suffered such a big loss after living for so many years. A chicken can't eat a lot of rice. I didn't expect that today he would sit back as a weasel.

Ji Xuanyuan sighed, turned around and picked up Meng Xiaojiang who was lying on the ground, and hugged him in his arms. The appearance of a boy of fourteen or five years old, with a narrow frame and light stature, he hugged him like a It was a kitten and a puppy, Ji Xuanyuan looked at his face, there was only a faint red mark left on the right cheek, and the blood had long since disappeared.

Ji Xuanyuan looked back at Ou Shanren and Bai Zhu who were sleeping on the table and snoring, and said to himself: "I only have two hands and one pair of feet, and I can't hold you two if I hug Meng Xiaojiang." , the two of you will sleep here for a night with the sky as your quilt and the earth as your bed."

As Ji Xuanyuan spoke, he laughed first, then hugged Meng Xiaojiang, carrying him slowly back to the room under the moonlight and the winter wind.

As soon as Meng Xiaojiang opened his eyes the next day, he saw a face in front of him. The nose was straight and tall, the eyelashes were as long as a small fan, the eyebrows flew obliquely into the temples, and the lips were red and sharp. Seeing such a handsome face, Meng Xiaojiang's heart jumped.

The first reaction was that he didn't realize who it was. When the man opened his eyes, a pair of big eyeballs glanced at him, reflecting his silly faces, and smiled at him. After realizing it, this is Mr. Xuanyuan.

"Morning." Ji Xuanyuan hooked Meng Xiaojiang into Ji Xuanyuan's arms.Ji Xuanyuan bent her head, her nose and face arched into Meng Xiaojiang's neck and arms. Meng Xiaojiang was itchy when Ji Xuanyuan rubbed her against her, begging for mercy and laughing: "Mr. Xuanyuan, Mr. Xuanyuan, please let go, I'm so itchy!"

Ji Xuanyuan rubbed his nose against his shoulder, and took a deep breath. It was a faint stench with a weak voice, and he frowned. This stench was different from any stench he had ever smelled. It was not the stench of death. It wasn't corrosion, he probably felt familiar, but he didn't dare to confirm it for a while.

"Meng Xiaojiang." Ji Xuanyuan said, "I might be able to investigate your origin."

Meng Xiaojiang was startled, Ji Xuanyuan let go of his hands and turned over, he said: "You have a bad smell, others can't smell it, but I can smell it, your blood is even more problematic, I'm still the first to smell it." It’s so interesting that I can’t eat human flesh and blood for the first time——Ben Daxian will help you find your life experience for free.”

"Really?" Meng Xiaojiang sat up straight in shock, with ecstasy on his face, he didn't know where he came from, and he didn't know where his soul would go.

He has flesh and blood, can cry and laugh, has been in the world for thousands of years but looks like a ghost without roots, but a person must have roots, so that even if he doesn't know where to go, at least he has a place to return to.

Meng Xiaojiang sat up straight and went to look at Ji Xuanyuan. Ji Xuanyuan put his hands under his head, and his face showed the laziness of getting up early.

"Mr. Xuanyuan." Meng Xiaojiang's tone was a little excited, "If you can really help me find out my background, how can I, how can I thank you!"

"Don't be so full of words first." Ji Xuanyuan coughed, "I just think I'm a little familiar with the smell on your body, but I won't be able to find the reason for a while."

"It doesn't matter." Meng Xiaojiang restrained her excitement a little, but still said to Ji Xuanyuan gratefully, "I am very grateful to you for helping me, no matter whether I have found my origin or not, I thank you Can have this heart."

Ji Xuanyuan raised his eyes to look at Meng Xiaojiang. Meng Xiaojiang's face was pale, so although there was only a faint red mark left on the right cheek, it was still very obvious.

Ji Xuanyuan was very guilty, but Meng Xiaojiang was still saying: "How should I repay you, Mr. Xuanyuan? Didn't you say that you asked me to agree to something before, just tell me, and I will do it if I can."

"This matter..." In Ji Xuanyuan's heart, my mother, after living for tens of thousands of years, this is the first time I know what it means to feel guilty. This is really uncomfortable.

Ji Xuanyuan said slowly, "Meng Xiaojiang, I really want to taste your flesh and blood."

Meng Xiaojiang opened her mouth wide: "You—you're going to eat me!"

"Tast a piece."

Ji Xuanyuan stretched out his hand, and compared the distance between his thumb and index finger by an inch: "That's all."

Meng Xiaojiang: "Let me cut the flesh? Bloodletting?"

Ji Xuanyuan nodded.

Meng Xiaojiang gritted his teeth, thinking about cutting a piece of flesh and bleeding, he would definitely not die, not to mention cutting flesh and bleeding, he would not die if he jumped from ten floors, no matter how badly his flesh and bones were injured, It's just a matter of time. Putting him in a random graveyard for a year or so is like a tree with no leaves but still has roots. It's just a matter of time before new branches and leaves grow.

"Okay." Meng Xiaojiang said to Ji Xuanyuan, "cutting flesh, bleeding, I can do it for you."

"It's because I'm afraid of pain!" Meng Xiaojiang squeezed her eyes and was about to cry.