I'm a Serious Fox [Transmigration Book]

Feng Ling hugged Hu Yibai's body, and the two children next to her also surrounded her.

Little Shitou murmured: "He, is he dead?"

Feng Ling frowned: "No, just fainted."

At this time, a shadowy silhouette slowly rose from the shattered demon seed, and a black figure with a cloak stood behind them.

Suddenly said: "Feng Ling, bring him to Xuanji Tower. Last time you came to pluck the parrot's feathers, you should be able to find the way here."

Speaking of the coldness, Luo sighed inaudibly. When he bought his parrot, it still had bright and beautiful feathers, and it screamed very nicely. As a result, after a few years of being a guide bird here, the feathers became In that way, the bird is also depressed.

But except for Feng Ling, the rest of the people who dared to pluck his feathers were all decapitated.

Looking at the phantom that suddenly appeared in the room, Xiao Shitou recognized his voice immediately: "You are the one who gave me the demon seed! You liar!"

Han Chenluo tilted his hooded head at the small stone, as if he just remembered: "It's you, I didn't lie to you, I can really reshape the body, and the little girl next to you, I can bring her back to life too. Try it?"

Xiao Shitou's eyes flickered when he heard the words, and he was suddenly shaken.The little pomegranate next to him tugged at him: "Don't believe him, I think he is not a good person."

Little Shitou hummed, and firmly held Little Pomegranate.

Han Chenluo smiled, and didn't lobby anymore, but said to Feng Ling: "Hu Yibai's inner demon has been there for some time, I gave him a medicine before, and he probably didn't take it, now three The day is approaching, and the medicine probably won't work if you leave it for so long, if you don't take any action before dawn, he will undoubtedly be possessed. If you bring him here, I may still have a chance."

Normally, Feng Ling wouldn't pay attention to the words of a despicable person like Han Chenluo, but he just probed Hu Yibai's spiritual veins, and he was already full of demonic energy.

Opening the eyelids, the pupils are lotus buds that are about to bloom, coupled with the faintly visible magic lines between his brows, it is indeed a sign of being possessed by demons.

Feng Ling hugged Hu Yibai, and tentatively said: "You have nothing to do with Qianling and Qingqiu, why did you save him? Besides, you are not afraid of endless troubles because of your identity."

It's okay not to say this, but when Han Chenluo said it, it seemed that he suddenly remembered: "You are right."

As he spoke, he raised his hand and blew, and it immediately turned into two clouds of black mist, swallowing the small pomegranate and the small stone.

"You!" Feng Ling summoned the madness and hung over Han Chenluo's head in an instant.

As soon as the latter let go, the black mist gradually dissipated, and the two children fell to the ground: "Don't worry, just erase their memories."

Speaking of this, he looked at Feng Ling: "I really have nothing to do with Qianling and Qingqiu. If I have to say a reason for saving him... then I like him."

As soon as these words came out, there was a gust of dark wind in the whole room, and the next moment Si Kuang Sword pierced his head, splitting Han Chenluo in two.

With a click, it split open.

The left eye and right eye that were split in half looked at each other, and the picture looked extraordinarily weird.

Han Chenluo moved his mouth with difficulty, and snorted: "I don't treat him like a man and a woman between you two... the love between men and men, I just admire him. Forget it, you hurry up and bring him to Xuanji Tower, No more time."

After all, the cracked Han Shenluo gradually turned into a phantom and dissipated in mid-air.

Feng Ling looked at Hu Yibai who was still in a coma, the demonic energy around his body was getting heavier and heavier, he thought about it, and carried him on his back.

My mind, which has always been sober, is now in a mess.

Hu Yibai's magic pupils have opened to the triple lotus, which is only a thin line away from being enchanted. It seems that he used the ice spell before to suppress the inner demon.

But it stands to reason that before the demons formed, the master should let him go to retreat and meditate. Why is it so serious and let him do such nonsense?

And Hu Yibai himself doesn't know the seriousness of this matter, just now Han Chenluo said that he gave him a medicine, at that time he must have been told about the enchantment, why he pretended to be fine these days, and didn't go back sooner retreat?

Clouds of fog surrounded her mind, making Feng Ling unable to figure it out for a while.

Looking back, it seemed that Hu Yibai had hugged him many times, but this was the first time that he carried Hu Yibai's weight.

The person who had lost consciousness lowered his head slightly.A slight breath sprayed on the side of the neck, and the smell of wormwood wafted over his face, coupled with the heat of Hu Yibai lying on his back, it seemed that his whole body was wrapped by this person.

He walked with the sword, turning his head from time to time to see if Hu Yibai's breath was still there.

The person with closed eyes showed a peaceful sleeping state, and the eyelashes drooped slightly like butterfly wings, casting a shadow under the eyelids.

It is completely different from the sly and unrestrained appearance when you are awake, like a warm and colorful rhododendron has turned into a cluster of white and elegant moonlight fragrance.

Looking at Hu Yibai's peaceful sleeping face, he was suddenly in a daze.

Kind, cunning, enthusiastic, calm, public, restrained, confiding in him, but unwilling to tell him many things.

Which one is his true face?

Which sentence he said is true and which sentence is false?

The heart that had already decided to stay away from him began to waver again, like a soft reed, as long as the wind blows, it can't help but veer.

Feng Ling's grip on his legs tightened subconsciously, and she couldn't imagine what Hu Yibai would do if he was really possessed.

He looked at the night above his head, as if a deep black vortex was blown by the wind, and the dark clouds rolled up, like a spiraling ladder, heading straight to the shrine of the ninth heaven.

He who has never worshiped gods and Buddhas couldn't help thinking in his heart that if Hu Yibai could wake up, he was willing to fulfill his vows to God for him, and he was willing to bear any cause and effect.

Think of it... as repaying his life-saving grace.

I don't know if it was a psychological effect, but after meditating in his heart, the vortex suddenly gathered towards the center, gradually submerging the ladder.

The dark clouds dissipated, and the moon was shining brightly.

It was as if the sky had changed in the blink of an eye.

Did God hear his vow?

Since the ancient war recorded in the ancient scrolls, more than half of the gods in the shrine have perished, and it is unknown which god heard his long-cherished wish.

Looking at the outline of Xuanji Tower slowly emerging from under her feet, Feng Ling immediately lowered her position with Yujian, not noticing the person sleeping on her shoulders, the eyeballs under her eyelids suddenly moved.

Han Chenluo rolled up Hu Yibai's eyelashes, and the face under the hood couldn't help but froze, and after probing Hu Yibai's spiritual veins, his pale lips parted, and then curved.

Han Chenluo: "There is still help."

As he spoke, he picked up a teacup from the table, pulled out a knife and cut his wrist directly to let out blood, and said to Feng Ling, "Give him my blood, and it will give him a delay of seven days. As for what happens after seven days, that's up to him." Made good."

Han Chenluo looked at the pattering blood flow, as if it wasn't fast enough, he cut down with the dagger and deepened the wound, blood gushed out like a spring, and quickly filled the teacup below to catch the blood.

"Here." Han Chenluo handed the teacup to Feng Ling.

Feng Ling took the blood, saw the blood in the cup, and couldn't help frowning.

Han Chenluo raised his wrist and licked the wound with the tip of his tongue: "Don't worry, my blood is the closest to the true God's blood in this world, except for God. Drinking dead human flesh and bones will bring no harm. "

Feng Ling looked at Hu Yibai, and now, if he was worried that Han Chenluo would harm Hu Yibai, he would not have brought him here.

Now Master is too far away, and it will take seven or eight days to go back, and the distance cannot quench the near thirst.

Han Chenluo took the initiative to extend an olive branch, not ruling out that this person has bad intentions, but now he has no way to save Hu Yibai, he can only treat a dead horse as a living horse doctor.

What troubled him was how to drink this cup of blood when Hu Yibai was unconscious.

After listening to Han Chenluo, he found him a bamboo tube in a considerate manner: "You try this. I'll help you open his mouth."

Feng Ling took the bamboo tube and poured blood into Hu Yibai's throat little by little, but he was already unconscious, without self-awareness, a cup of blood was poured in, and more than half of it dripped out along his chin.

Feng Ling put down the empty teacup, and asked, "Is that okay?"

Han Chenluo glanced at Hu Yibai's blood-stained skirt, knelt down silently, and slashed at the wound just now: "I used eight bowls of blood to make the medicine before, give me a cup, Spit out half a cup, according to this amount, you have to feed at least fifteen cups."

After that, he looked out the window at the dawning sky, and rolled Hu Yibai's eyelids again, "And it seems too late."

Saying that, the lotus flower on the pupil visible to the naked eye bloomed another layer, only the last layer away from the flower core.

Feng Ling looked at the filled cup of blood again, her eyes sank, she raised her head and poured it into her own mouth, squeezed Hu Yibai's chin, and went in.

While pouring, he used true energy to draw the blood down his throat, and immediately the progress was much faster.

As mouthfuls of blood flowed in, the clothes of the two of them were stained with blood, their faces were even more bloody, and there were sticky bloodshots between their lips and teeth. They obviously made such a charming move, but Feng Ling had no time left. Go crazy.

Just mechanically pouring the blood in the cup, silently racing against the rising sun in the sky.

The smell of blood was really disgusting, especially after drinking so much in a row, Feng Ling couldn't help coughing dryly even if he didn't drink it into his stomach in the end.

Holding his breath, he lowered his head and continued to drink blood. Seeing that the last two cups were still missing, the night outside the window was cut by a glare of light, and the sun hidden at the foot of the mountain shone through the gaps in the clouds.

Instantly brings night into dawn.

Feng Ling could feel the change of light from the corner of her eye, and her pupils constricted, but the blood feeding still didn't stop, on the contrary, it got faster.

Finally fed the last mouthful of blood.

He opened Hu Yibai's eyes with trembling hands, and the last layer of petals suddenly bloomed, and the triple lotus covered the entire pupil of the eyes in an instant like a cannibal flower.

"Hu Yibai!"

"Wake up Hu Yibai!"

"Hu Yibai..."

How could such a formidable person who can take away others, go to the Library Pavilion to steal the empty cicada, and cultivate the waste body of the Five Spirit Roots to the state of turning into a god, how could he be easily swallowed by the heart demon?

Impossible, impossible...

But the person lying on the ground remained motionless, and the blurred magic pattern between the brows turned into a hovering nine-tailed shape.

Feng Ling stood up in a daze, her spotless white clothes were covered with blood spots, and the undried blood was slowly flowing from the corner of her lips. Compared with Hu Yibai, he looked more like the one about to be possessed.

Si Kuang hummed and landed on Hu Yibai's neck, since he has fallen into a demon, he should be killed first to avoid future troubles.

After all, the person who wakes up again is no longer Hu Yibai.

But the sword's edge, which had always been as stable as Mount Tai, was trembling badly at this moment. Feng Ling looked at him, and the compelling sword energy emitted by Sikuang instantly condensed the water vapor in the air into the shape of tears.

Han Chenluo watched the splashing water droplets falling down in silence. It was the first time in his hundreds of years of life that he encountered a situation where there was a clear sky outside and heavy rain inside.

Then he looked at Si Kuang with some covetous eyes, this Si Kuang is really an interesting sword, in fact, even if there is no red fire ball in it, it is not bad to play with.

Feeling the splashing of water droplets, Hu Yibai's eyes suddenly trembled. When he opened his eyes, the triple lotus that was in full bloom instantly withered, and the strange dark purple magic lines on his forehead gradually faded, revealing a pair of clear pupils .

"Feng Ling..."

Hearing Hu Yibai's voice, Feng Ling bent down in disbelief, confirmed that his consciousness was still there, and hurriedly pressed his shoulder that was about to get up and said, "Don't talk."

Then he quickly probed his spiritual veins, and the devilish energy disappeared instantly.

Han Chenluo's blood has worked!

Hu Yibai wiped the blood off his face with his hand, but Feng Ling didn't hide.

"I'm sorry... Can you forgive me for lying to you before?"

Feng Ling looked anxious: "What are you talking about?"

Hu Yibai said stubbornly: "You tell me, otherwise I will die with regret."

Feng Ling didn't understand that she cared about what to do if her life was about to be lost: "You haven't done anything wrong to me at all, so why talk about forgiveness. Just stop talking about it."

Now that the blood has just taken effect, it is better to maintain physical strength first, the magic energy has not completely dissipated.

The source of spreading madness has been eliminated by them, and when Hu Yibai recovers a bit, he has to leave immediately and return to the sect.

Hu Yibai stopped him, "If I can survive... can we continue to be friends?"

As he spoke, he frowned and spit out a pool of blood when he lowered his head.

Looking at Han Chenluo at the side, he couldn't help covering his heart.

That is, his blood.

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Hu Yibai: vomiting blood jpg

Feng Ling: Distressed jpg

Han Chenluo: Should you feel sorry for him, you should feel sorry for me, wronged jpg

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