After escaping, the male protagonist always wants to rip off my vest

"This is the boundary of Mingyufang, why can't I come here?"

A figure in yellow robe leaned against the wall, half of his face turned sideways was straight and delicate, it was Chu Yuexi.

He didn't seem to be angry because of Lin Chushu's attitude, but came forward with great interest:

"There were too many people at the previous meeting, so it's not convenient for me to explain to you... The matter you entrusted us to investigate a few years ago finally has some clues recently."

A trace of surprise flashed across Lin Chushu's indifferent face, he frowned slightly, and subconsciously clenched his fists:

"Please also clarify."

"The dragon's blood marrow needed to restore the sword's heart appeared a hundred years ago in the Realm of Nowhere in the Spirit Realm," Chu Yuexi chuckled,

"I don't need to say more about what to do next, right? But I can warn you that obsession becomes a demon, and desires are hard to fill. If you are stubborn, you may not have good results in the future."

"Thank you," Lin Chushu lowered his eyes, the moonlight melted into the bottom of his dark eyes, casting a lonely and desolate shadow,

"But if it weren't for this, I would only suffer more."

"You, why is this necessary? You insisted on leaving that broken sword earlier, which has already caused a vacancy in the position of Tianshu in the sea of ​​consciousness. The murderous aura is too strong, and it is very easy to go crazy,"

Chu Yuexi's smile gradually disappeared, replaced by some kind of anger that hates iron and steel, "The foundation is so unstable, do you still believe that you can ascend Mahayana smoothly?"

Lin Chushu opened his eyes, and he didn't seem to be displeased by his threat, and there was even a hint of teasing in his tone:

"Whether I have a great skill, why does Fangzhu care so much?"

Chu Yuexi opened his mouth, but was at a loss for words.

His acquaintance with Lin Chushu seemed to be a coincidence, but it was actually intentional.

Of course he has reasons for expecting the other party's cultivation to reach the top, but now is not the time to state the truth.

What's more, there was that person who appeared inexplicably...

"The breath of your spiritual servant is very similar to the magic heart stone," he changed the subject without any trace,

"But at the banquet just now, I used my mental power to probe him once. Apart from the shock, he didn't show any stress reaction from the magic heart stone."

"He has no problem. If there is any abnormality, it should be contaminated by the turbidity of the ghost market."

Lin Chushu replied very firmly, "What's more, my spiritual power naturally restrains the breath of the magic heart stone. He can conclude a spiritual contract with me, which naturally means that it has nothing to do with the magic heart stone."

Chu Yuexi covered her lips and smiled lightly:

"You may not know much about the spirit deed. Since you are his spirit master, you can naturally suppress his breath, and you should have noticed his abnormality, right?"

"If there is too much difference in cultivation between the contracting parties of the spirit contract, the spirit servant can only feed on the spirit master's blood in a short period of time. If you don't feed the blood in time, he will become weak and die soon."

He reached out and pushed open the door.

The moonlight stretched all the way along the door, shining on the restless person on the bed.

His long hair was disheveled, his face was flushed, cold sweat covered his exposed skin, and his breathing was weak and rapid.

The situation was obviously much more serious than at the dinner party.

"Right, one more thing."

Chu Yuexi narrowed his eyes, and his expression suddenly turned serious: "According to the account of the human monks captured by the ghost market, the source of the Demon Heart Stone seems to be related to the so-called 'Mandate of Heaven'."

"'Mandate of Heaven' is obviously a cover for those who want to rectify their reputation. Once the spread of the Demon Heart Stone gets out of control, the result will be disastrous. If there is really a force behind it, the Three Realms must act in time to completely wipe it out."

"Think carefully about how to report this matter to Chaoyin Pavilion." He flicked his sleeves casually, and then his figure disappeared into the mist.

Lin Chushu thought for a moment before turning around and entering the guest room.

With rapid breathing and painful whimpers in his ears, he came to the bedside and lifted Zhou Changming's long hair that covered his face to check.

The man was obviously still asleep, his thick eyelashes trembling uncontrollably, and the corners of his eyes were stained with water, whether it was sweat or tears.

Lin Chushu stretched out his fingers to probe Zhou Changming's neck veins, and felt the pulse under his fingertips was disordered and weak, so he knew that Chu Yuexi was not exaggerating.

Just because of that familiar title, I agreed to the spiritual deed... The current situation can be regarded as my own fault.

His thoughts surged, and the shadow between his cold brows deepened.

At this moment, Zhou Changming, who was extremely hungry, had fallen into a semi-comatose state.

Now that his life and death are all in his own mind, Lin Chushu paused, stretched out his finger, and brought it close to his lips.

Vaguely smelling the familiar breath, Zhou Changming shook his whole body, opened his eyes without warning, opened his mouth and bit Lin Chushu's fingertips.

The moment the teeth touched the skin, both of them trembled.

Lin Chushu's current cultivation base is only one step away from Mahayana, and the true energy of his whole body has flowed, and he has already formed a protective cover that is no less than an iron cloth shirt covered by a golden bell.

He didn't withdraw his spiritual energy on purpose, Zhou Changming caught off guard and bit on it, it was like hitting a piece of granite hard, and immediately grinned in pain.

"Woo... so hard..."

He whimpered like a kitten, "The tooth hurts..."

The lips and fingers parted as soon as they were touched, and something sticky stuck to the skin. Lin Chushu lowered his eyes, and soon smelled a sweet fragrance.

…is the icing.

He recalled that Zhou Changming at the banquet seemed to have no interest in anything, except that he scoured the candies on the table.

Although their appearances are different, they are exactly the same as those few people in that they are addicted to sweetness.

Suddenly there was an inexplicable irritability in his heart, and Lin Chushu pursed his lips. He hated this feeling of not knowing the truth and being at a loss, but he couldn't let Zhou Changming become weak and exhausted.

His thoughts were in a mess, he stared at the man's sleeping face for a long time, but silently withdrew his protective qi.

Zhou Changming's cheeks were flushed, although the look in his eyes was still bewildered, but he was obviously awakened by the sting just now.

He felt the skin where his teeth touched became soft, but the breath coming from him was very familiar, and he couldn't help but feel a sense of resistance in his heart, and he didn't want to bite down hard any more.

Seeing that he didn't respond for a long time, Lin Chushu felt anxious for a while, so he simply cut his finger pulp, and pressed his lips half-forced.

Warm liquid poured into his mouth, and there was a salty taste between his lips and teeth. Zhou Changming struggled hard, but he couldn't get rid of Lin Chushu's grip.

That force was like an insurmountable towering mountain, which made him frightened and painful.

His lips and the tip of his tongue were scratched, and the stinging pain was mixed with the smell of blood. He couldn't get rid of it no matter what, he was wronged and uncomfortable, his mouth was flattened, and tears rolled down.

Tears dripped down his arms, scalding like flames.

Lin Chushu paused slightly.

A flash of astonishment flashed in his eyes, as if he had just realized his gaffe, he hastily withdrew his fingertips, supported the back of the man's neck, and slowly laid him down on the soft pillow.

Blood full of spiritual power is undoubtedly the best supply, and Zhou Changming's face became ruddy visibly with the naked eye.

It's just that on the pink and white skin, a few red pinch marks are particularly glaring, and there are even a few places where the skin is directly broken.

Lin Chushu looked at the dizzy water in the corner of his eyes, and frowned.

Acting impulsively like this, the gap in cultivation might kill Zhou Changming...

Unexpectedly, after years and years, he was still trapped in the same place by that emotion, unable to get out.

There was a sneer at the corner of his mouth, but there was no warmth in his eyes. His eyes moved away from Zhou Changming's face and looked out of the empty window.

In the past hundred years, he has rarely been so close to people... except them.

The moment the skin touched, the faint warmth penetrated into the blood along the texture, as if a soft stream poured into the barren ice field.

Just like those broken pictures in the past.

Behind Lin Chushu, Zhou Changming buried his face deeply in the pillow, and the moonlight fell on his left ear, which was as thin as a cicada's wing, reflecting a clear blush.

At this moment, the moon is in the middle of the sky, and the night is dark.

……

In the gloomy darkness, Zhou Changming had a dream.

He only remembered that he was hungry and tired, and as soon as he touched the bed, he fell asleep in a daze.

At first, it was a painful dream, as if someone was holding him tightly, with amazing strength, and he couldn't break free no matter what.

Oxygen was withdrawn from his lungs one by one, he couldn't breathe, and his whole body hurt so badly that he couldn't help crying.

But then, some kind of warm energy slowly flowed into his limbs, and the power that imprisoned him also became soft.

He felt himself immersed in a puddle of warm water, surrounded by familiar smells, which reassured him, and he couldn't help but want to get close.

Why...why do you feel more real and profound than the real world even though you are in the game?

He couldn't help panting, the light and shadow in front of his eyes reversed, and soon fell into the next dream.

In the dream, he escaped from the frail body of the mirage, carrying a longbow, with a vigorous figure, flying easily among the mountains and forests.

——This is the first identity he has played since he entered "Wu Shuang God's Domain", a casual hunter.

The author has something to say: drink blood, drink blood!Harmony! Harmony! (bushi)