Living in the Bosom of the Demon Lord [Transmigration Book]

The eyes began to blur, Lin Heng felt extremely uncomfortable.

The clay figurine still has a three-point temper!

The cold light came out, and Yan Fengqing's wrist was cut with a single knife.

"Bang boring——" with a sound, the shiny dagger fell to the ground, and the blade was blood-red, and then drops of blood fell on the blade, converging into a trickle of blood.

"Cough, cough, cough..." Taking advantage of Yan Fengqing's dazed mind, Lin Heng broke free from the shackles, covered his neck and coughed, before taking a few breaths, he hurriedly apologized: "I didn't mean to..."

In an emergency, he took out the dagger hidden in his boots, which was a habit of the original owner, and now it saved his life.

"If I die, you will die too. I am here to save you..." Lin Heng's voice became weaker and weaker.

It was really not intentional to cut Yan Fengqing, I hope he will not hold grudges this time.

The blood was still flowing, Yan Fengqing was unexpectedly dazed, looking at the flesh on the wrist that was cut by the sharp knife, the blood stained his vision.

I don't know when it started, as long as the demon blood flares up, he will use this method to restore his sanity, but it is more because he hates this body, and every time the cold fragrance overflows, he wants to destroy this humiliating body with his own hands. body of.

Seeing Yan Fengqing in a daze, Lin Heng was filled with a sense of crisis.

what to do?Will Yan Fengqing kill herself with a backhand?

I just want to live a good life, why is it so difficult?

The cold wind of mid-winter gallops recklessly, rattling the dead branches. In the biting cold wind, there is a soft sound.

"What did you say?" Lin Heng slightly opened his eyes and stared at Yan Fengqing.

"I'm sorry." Yan Fengqing lowered her head and didn't dare to look into Lin Heng's eyes. It's one thing to cut yourself in a normal attack, but it's another thing to be cut for the first time.

But he didn't feel angry, nor did he feel that Lin Heng did something wrong.

If the situation just now continues, he will kill Lin Heng by mistake...

Facing Lin Heng's death, the first thing he thought of was not the twin formation, but the loss of a silly rabbit, and no one would whisper in his ears that he liked self-mutilation anymore.

I don't know or understand the origin of this emotion, but it's not a good thing anyway.

Once the original adaptation space is broken, people will become restless and accompanied by fear.

Yan Fengqing felt a little uneasy in his heart, he hesitated and raised his head, just in time to meet Lin Heng's eyes, in which there was his own reflection.

...and suddenly felt pretty good again.

Yan Fengqing, who was pulled back and forth by emotions, felt anxiety for the first time.

Lin Heng was stunned and took a while to react.

Did you hear Yan Fengqing apologize just now?

Will you apologize, have you forgiven everything before?

"No...it's my fault, I shouldn't have stabbed you." Lin Heng raised his head and tears filled his eyes.

Heaven pays off!

"We... our Yan family are all crazy." Yan Fengqing smiled mockingly: "I will go crazy from time to time."

Faced with Yan Fengqing's explanation, Lin Heng was even more surprised. He thought that the future Master Mozun would not say a word to a small shrimp like him.

It will be said that the Yan family is all crazy, how to answer this question?

"Just... you are not crazy, senior brother." Lin Heng racked his brains: "Probably because you are sick. When you refine the blood sword, you will be able to suppress the demon blood and your body will recover."

But after thinking of what Yan Qingheng said about suppressing the demon blood, Yan Fengqing might lose his mind even faster...

Lin Heng felt that it was dangerous to go on like this.

"Don't you think it's dirty?" Yan Fengqing raised his eyes slowly, there was an inexplicable expectation in his eyes, and a sense of fragile fragility.

Lin Heng felt that he was crazy, to think that Yan Fengqing was weak.

This is the future Demon Lord, the kind who can destroy the world, just like the corpse in the cave just now, would Yan Fengqing be vulnerable?

It took a while before I remembered to answer Yan Fengqing's question: "What's dirty?"

"I." Yan Fengqing opened her red lips lightly, and slowly spit out a word, her eyes were devoid of brilliance, and even filled with deep disgust.

"How come?" Lin Heng looked at Yan Fengqing inexplicably.

"Don't you think it's dirty?" Yan Fengqing inexplicably raised his wings of hope.

Lin Heng didn't know why Yan Fengqing brought up this topic. He glanced at him and felt even more puzzled. He didn't know how to answer for a while. He looked down and saw the dagger that fell on the ground, and bent down to pick it up.

"Don't touch it!" Yan Fengqing held Lin Heng's wrist: "Dirty."

"It's okay, I'll clean it."

"No..." Yan Fengqing pursed her lips, not daring to look into Lin Heng's eyes: "My blood... is the most obscene thing."

And there is no cure yet...

But he didn't dare to say any more, he was afraid that the more Lin Heng knew, the more he would think he was dirty.

"Oh..." Lin Heng nodded, then tried to avoid the blood and picked up the dagger, wiped it clean and put it back.

Seeing Lin Heng's actions, Yan Fengqing's eyes darkened, everyone would feel that his blood was dirty, what is there to look forward to...

He couldn't help but sneered, but he really didn't see any disgust in Lin Heng's eyes, as if he said such a thing, Lin Heng did it accordingly.

"You..." Yan Fengqing wanted to ask more questions, but couldn't open her mouth.

"It's just that you have blood problems now. When you get better, you don't have to face these things." Lin Heng was just stating the facts without thinking too much.

Worrying about Yan Fengqing is superfluous. This person is so cruel, what's the problem with blood now?

"...Well." Yan Fengqing stared closely at Lin Heng's eyes, making sure that he did not lie.

It feels good not to be hated.

The snow in my heart is melting a little bit...

Looking down and raising his eyebrows, seeing Lin Heng's shoulder injury, Yan Fengqing was stunned.

The bottomless darkness first entrenched in the soul, and then quickly expanded to occupy every corner of the body, but the eyes are not pitch black, but blood red, sticky and suffocating red, deep and dark red, more terrifying than darkness.

It is better to sink in the endless night than to be full of blood red, because the former is just the silence of being alone, and the worst is destruction, while the latter means loss, gain and loss.

At this moment, Yan Fengqing felt what is called fear for the first time in his life, the fear was so severe that his soul was in severe pain...

Suddenly, an uncontrollable force rampaged through his body.

"You go." Yan Fengqing put his hands on the tree trunk, his forehead was covered with cold sweat, and under the huge stimulation, the curse of the Yan family's bloodline broke out again, and it was more violent than before.

Once the curse occurs, every Yan family member will become crazy and bloodthirsty, with nothing but killing in their eyes.

"How are you?" Chi Hong once again occupied Yan Fengqing's eyes, and Lin Heng's heart skipped a beat.

Won't come again?But now I can't even run!

Yan Fengqing raised his head and glanced at Lin Heng with difficulty. His vision had begun to blur, and Lin Heng's figure gradually faded. He shook his head, took out the dagger from Lin Heng, and stabbed it viciously into his heart. When it was pulled out, the white clothes were stained red with blood.

Seeing the blood gushing out, Lin Heng was stunned, and rushed over to hug Yan Fengqing's limp body.

He was too scared to even think.

Why did the good Yan Fengqing commit suicide?

Lin Heng quickly came back to his senses, the twin formation did not occur, and he should be fine.

Trembling, he bent down to see Yan Fengqing's chest, heard the faint heartbeat, and finally regained some thinking ability.

Yan Fengqing's recovery ability is so strong, there may not be anything wrong.

With such a mentality, Lin Heng sat quietly by the side and dared not speak.

Although the heartbeat is weak, the wound is gradually healing.

Lin Heng finally breathed a sigh of relief after waiting for a long time without seeing the twin formation.

This person... just... is quite interesting, using this method to prevent himself from going crazy.

Lin Heng sighed, afraid that he would wake Yan Fengqing up, so he had to sit on the floor and wait for someone to wake up, in case some wild beast appeared in this barren mountain and wild ridge and took him away.

After treating the wound on the shoulder, the blood barely stopped, but the pain was still there. If it wasn't for the good recovery ability of the body in the later stage of Foundation Establishment, this level of injury would definitely be fatal.

On the other hand, the knife wound on Yan Fengshou's wrist and the ground wound on his chest have completely healed, with no trace visible.

This person's body is really abnormal, but he just doesn't wake up.

Lin Heng was a little tired leaning against the big tree. Yan Fengqing was lying on the ground with his eyes slightly closed. His long and thick eyelashes cast a shadow on his eyelids. The face, but there is an indescribable enchantment.

He even felt that if Yan Fengqing was a woman, even if her appearance was disfigured, her temperament would still be able to attract people.

"Hmm..." Yan Fengqing frowned, her expression was very painful, and black air overflowed.

Lin Heng exclaimed that it was not good.

This is because Yan Fengqing suppressed the main blood sword, causing the evil spirit to leak out, right?

The broken evil spirit lingered around Yan Fengqing's body, and the flesh was eaten away a little bit, but it would be healed by the white energy in the next second.

Lin Heng squatted aside, staring closely at the changes in Yan Fengqing's body.

This time it is far less serious than when I was in the underground palace, so it should be fine...

Just a little relaxed, a dull pain suddenly hit, as if the body was about to be split in half.

"Pain, pain, pain..." Lin Heng's whole body was twitching, and big drops of sweat flowed down his chin and into the skirt of his clothes.

I don't know how long it took to slow down a little, and when I lowered my head, I saw the black evil spirit flowing in the palm of my hand, where the flesh was corroded, and the flesh and blood turned out, the pain was so painful that Lin Heng wanted to scold his mother.

What a fucking pain, how did Yan Fengqing endure it when he was in the underground palace?

Lin Heng bent down, curled up into a ball in pain, something was trying to bite his soul, and the pain occupied every corner of his body.

Panting heavily, like a dying fish.

"Fuck! What's the matter with you?" Fu Jia was shocked by Lin Heng's spirit, and was forced to wake up from a deep sleep. When she opened her eyes, she saw evil spirits permeating the air.

"Pain..." Lin Heng was speechless, as long as he opened his mouth, he would be replaced by severe pain.

"Lie down quickly, the most urgent thing now is to wake up Yan Fengqing and let him suppress the blood sword." Fu Jia turned around anxiously, something went wrong after a while.

After Lin Heng lay down according to his words, he tried his best to focus his mind and followed Fu Jia's teaching method of running his mind, and entered Yan Fengqing's sea of ​​consciousness from the twin formation.

"He's mentally confused right now. Be careful when you go in, don't be dragged in." Fu Jia stood on Lin Heng's chest with her little paw in her arms, with a worried expression on her face.

As soon as the words fell, Lin Heng fell silent completely, so frightened that Fu Jia hurriedly jumped over, patted his face with her paw, found that he was still breathing, and temporarily breathed a sigh of relief.

In the darkness, Lin Heng felt a rustling voice coming from his ears, but when he opened his eyes, there was no light at all.

Suddenly, a star light rose in the darkness, and the orange flame danced, illuminating the front.

A small body curled up on the head of the bed, holding a half candle in his hand, and a pair of confused eyes on his small face carved with jade.

"Mother." A childish voice sounded: "I'm in pain, can you take me away?"

The author has something to say: Freud said that all psychological problems can be answered from childhood, so crazy criticism is not formed in a day or two, just like your author Sand Sculpture is not stupid in a day or two.

Crazy criticism will continue to be crazy in this life, but sand sculptures will not, because sand sculptures are angels with broken wings, and they will continue to be stupid after returning.

Hahahahaha~~~~~~~~~~

Maybe, maybe maybe, there will be another chapter in the evening, it depends on whether the sea dog pill tube doesn’t work QAQ

感谢在2021-09-0723:26:22~2021-09-0801:10:37期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angels who threw mines: Baili, Chen Qi, and only one with Qingfeng;

Thanks to the little angels who irrigate the nutrient solution: 20 bottles for a big cat; 5 bottles for Dahe, I am Xiaoxi, hey (˙▽˙);

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!