Top actor: kidnap a fox and go home to pet

"What's wrong with your health?" Cheng Shu couldn't help asking.

He could feel that every step of Jiang Younian was unable to do what he wanted, he was panting more and more quickly, his face was painful, his face was blue and his lips were white.

Even his long hair, which was always neatly groomed, was messed up, and his ears and temples were dripping with sweat.

The whole body is so cold that it emits a chill.

Jiang Younian only felt pain all over his body, a pain he was familiar with all along, and he still couldn't get used to this terrible pain after all these years.

Like thousands of ants gnawing on the body.

It even penetrated into the internal organs, eating him from the inside out one bite at a time, wishing that he would only be left with bones.

It only took a few minutes, but his appearance quickly changed to that of a critically ill patient, trembling when he walked, and most of his weight was leaning on Cheng Shu's side.

He obviously didn't have time to fight against Tianxing, so it's impossible for him to get injured.

Cheng Shu didn't understand that his physical condition had taken a turn for the worse.

Because they wanted to accommodate Jiang Younian, the two of them didn't run fast, at least they weren't chased by the group of snakes.

Cheng Shu knew that Jiang Younian was very uncomfortable, so he stopped talking to him.

Half dragging and half dragging him into a small performance hall.

Lock the door after entering.

Jiang Younian asked Cheng Shu to stop, and stood in front of the door with his support.

He was held by Cheng Shu with one hand on his shoulder, and a strong arm wrapped around his waist, while the other hand was free.

Jiang Younian made a move that Cheng Shu could never have imagined.

He put his palm over his mouth, opened his mouth and bit down.

The force was very heavy, and blood flowed out instantly, touching the corner of his mouth.

With no time to wipe it off, a layer of blood-red "lipstick" was applied to the pale lips.

"You..." Cheng Shu's heart ached, and his heart ached.

Jiang Younian gave him a knowing smile, as if nothing happened: "It's okay, the wound will heal soon."

It's as easy and simple as saying that the skin has been lightly scratched and there is no blood. It's not a wound that was bitten by yourself and the blood keeps flowing out.

Cheng Shu had seen it before, he was injured, and the miracle of the wound healed within a few seconds.

Even so, Cheng Shu didn't want to see him get hurt.

Jiang Younian's hands were covered with blood, and he rubbed his fingers together a few times, so that the blood evenly covered the entire palm and five fingers.

Then the bloody palm covered the door panel, like a fingerprint on a contract, and a palm was printed on it.

"Those snakes can't get in." Jiang Younian leaned part of his strength on Cheng Shu again: "I want to sit for a while and rest for a while."

Most of the performance halls are seats.

This performance hall is small, and the space is not too big. Unlike other large performance halls that have seven or eight entrances and exits, there is only one door here.

Fortunately, otherwise Jiang Younian would have to print many handprints.

Cheng Shu randomly found a seat for Jiang Younian, squatted down on one knee in front of him, held his face with both hands, and wiped the cold sweat off his face.

And the blood on the lips.

"Can I help you?" Cheng Shu asked.

In the matter of fighting the goblin, he, a mortal, can't help much, which makes Cheng Shu very frustrated.

Hope to contribute.

At least he can give Jiang Younian the best care when he is not feeling well.

Jiang Younian leaned back on the back of the chair, his vision was blurred, and his eyes began to fail.

He took a deep breath, and the pain in his body stopped for a while.

But before he could catch his breath, the next wave of pain soon caught up, and he couldn't help but let out a hum from his throat.

Cheng Shu listened to his heart as if being held by a pair of hands full of thorns, constantly squeezing hard.

"Help me look for something like a mirror." After that, Jiang Younian added: "A mirror is fine."

Jiang Younian's eyes were still closed, his whole body was exhausted, and his speech was weak.

Although Cheng Shu was worried about him, he didn't dare to waste a moment, and ran in one direction: "Okay, you wait for me here."

The purpose of this performance hall is for auctions. At this time, there are many antiques on display on the performance stage.

They are all western antiques, either gems or oil paintings, mostly gem jewelry.

Among the many items, Cheng Shu looked around and found a hand-held cosmetic mirror used by European ladies, and a pocket watch, which turned into a small mirror.

In short, Cheng Shu swept away all objects with mirrors, and took a total of five mirrors.

He ran back to Jiang Younian.

Jiang Younian pressed his sore temples, closed his eyes and rested for a while, now he can see things a little more clearly.

He took the mirror and saw himself reflected in the mirror.

His face was as pale as any corpse you usually encounter in a funeral home.

The palm he had just bitten hadn't healed yet, and was still dripping with blood, but not as much as before.

Jiang Younian pointed his index finger on the mirror, and he used his finger as a pen to draw a strange symbol on the mirror.

After finishing the painting, Jiang Younian remained silent for a few seconds like a sculpture.

In that tenth of a second, Jiang Younian's original amber pupils turned bloodthirsty red.

The symbols drawn with blood on the mirror seem to be alive, and the blood beads flow on the mirror.

The blood on the mirror became less and less, as if it had evaporated or absorbed by the mirror.

The last drop of blood was gone, and the mirror returned to cleanliness.

Jiang Younian prayed, but things backfired.

The mirror made a cracking sound, and it actually started to shatter into spider web patterns from the middle.

Jiang Younian's face reflected in the broken mirror was distorted.

"I'll try again." Jiang Younian has an obsession, which is an obsession that he has never had before.

He held out his hand to Cheng Shu.

Cheng Shu understood, and gave him a mirror that had just been swept away.

Jiang Younian did it again according to the method just now, but this time the blood symbol was a little different.

"No." Jiang Younian lowered his eyes in disappointment: "Entering the world in the mirror, you can only return to the real world by breaking the designated mirror. What we have entered is the world of the bronze mirror of hundred snakes. Get out, nothing else."

"What are you worried about?" Cheng Shu wanted to ask just now.

Tianxing frankly stated the way to escape from here, as if he was sure that Jiang Younian would not do what he said, very arrogant.

The Hundred Snake Bronze Mirror was right next to the two of them just now, and it could be easily destroyed.

But instead of doing that, Jiang Younian wanted to leave the scene.