Yaozun is chasing me to open the screen

Shuang Jiangnian was trapped in purgatory.

Tick, tick, blood drops down the human skin.

His vision was blurred in the severe pain, and figures were swaying under the dim light.Yan Chen's sharp nails gleamed coldly, his fingertips were stained with blood, and he looked like an evil ghost.

——To be more precise, it's a ghost.

His phoenix eyes are coquettish, his brows are picturesque, his thin lips are red, as if he was born from the blood of countless living people.

"Does it hurt?"

Yan Chen's voice is as gentle as treating a lover.

How can it not hurt when the whole human skin is peeled off alive?

Shuang Jiangnian wanted to struggle, wanted to run away, but was locked in front of the tyrant like a fish on a silver hook, only trembling.

"...Your Majesty, let me go." He begged.

The corners of Yan Chen's lips raised slightly: "I like you so much, how could I be willing to let you go?"

Shuang Jiangnian's lips moved slightly, and her voice was weak.Yan Chen leaned over to listen carefully, only to realize that he was saying "let me die".

"However, only the skin that is peeled off alive is the most beautiful."

Yan Chen stared at his face obsessively, raised his hand to stroke it, the blood on his hand stained the jade-white skin with blossoming poppies.

"It's okay, it won't hurt for long."

He said tenderly.

"It's just... this face."

Shuang Jiangnian woke up suddenly from the nightmare.

He heard the sound of waves hitting the rocks in his ears, and when he was unconscious, he immediately touched his face.

...that was just a dream.

His face and skin are still there, and they haven't been peeled off alive by that lunatic named "Yan Chen".

Frost Jiangnian wrapped her fur in fear of the cold.

Where is this?Didn't he have a drink and chat with his senior brother in the mortal world?

How did it fall into the sea, wash up on the shore, and have such a nightmare?

A child's voice sounded in Shuang Jiangnian's mind.

[Hello host, I am the artifact 'Natural History', you can call me System. ]

Prior to this, Shuang Jiangnian had always believed that she died after heart surgery in her previous life and was reincarnated in the world of cultivating immortals with her memories.

And the system told him that this world is a novel.

The male protagonist Yan Chen was persecuted by the human race when he was young, and he took revenge all the way as an adult. He was named the Peacock Demon Lord, and finally provoked a war between the human race and the demon race, destroying the entire Kyushu.

[In order to prevent the hero from being blackened again and destroying Kyushu, my goal is to assist the host to warm and blacken the hero with love, so as to maintain world peace. ]

"...whose love?"

[Your love, host. ]

"Father's love?"

[What the host has to do includes but is not limited to: kissing, touching, hugging the male protagonist... and finally completing the great harmony of life. ]

Knowing the system's request, a smile suddenly appeared on Shuang Jiangnian's indifferent face—but that smile was ironic no matter how you looked at it.

As the first male peacock in the world of cultivating immortals, Yan Chen has unparalleled beauty in appearance, but his temperament is extremely cruel. All those who have feelings for him will either be killed by him, or they will be devoured by him and their souls will be torn to death.

The dream that Shuang Jiangnian had just now was the ending of the original owner in the book.

——The whole human skin was peeled off by Yan Chen, just because the original owner was too beautiful.

Shuang Jiangnian got up and left.

He doesn't have the heart of a saint, to warm a perverted murderer who is slower than "himself" with love.

What about Yan Chen, the plot... as far away as possible from him.

[Wait host!But you have already bound, if the binding object dies, the host will be punished by heaven! ]

binding?who?

Shuang Jiangnian looked back, only to find a young boy from the Monster Race lying not far away.

The young man was covered in cuts and bruises, and the black poison was spreading from the wound, and the sea water could not wash it away, and his body was covered in blood.

If not rescued, the boy will die immediately.

The silver needle popped out quietly from between Shuang Jiangnian's fingers, his expression was cold: "Is he Yan Chen?"

[You are indeed bound. ] The system seemed to be a little choked up, [but the problem is...he is not Yan Chen.The hero will not appear in the plot until another 100 years later. ]

Shuang Jiangnian: "?"

[When I landed just now, the data was out of order, and I made a mistake in recognition, so I tied the two of you wrong. ]

Shuang Jiangnian: "..."

At this moment, he suddenly noticed something was wrong.

A strange heat flowed into his limbs and bones, and the skin all over his body suddenly became a hundred times more sensitive. His legs and feet were numb and weak, and his cold white cheeks became more peachy.

Ever since practicing the Ruthless Dao, Shuang Jiangnian has never had such worldly desires.

[The binding object is on the verge of death, and the punishment of heaven has begun. ]

Shuang Jiangnian felt the strange heat flow in her body and closed her eyes: "Is this the punishment of heaven?"

[Yes. ]

Shuang Jiangnian frowned and glanced at the monster boy.

If this young man wasn't a tyrant like Yan Chen, it wouldn't matter if he saved someone's life.

Shuang Jiangnian endured the heat and sat cross-legged, nine silver needles of different lengths and shapes flew out from his waist.

The silver needle moves with the heart, piercing the acupoints around the young man's body with healing aura.Soon, the blood flow stops, and the seawater in the trachea and lungs is expelled from the body.As for the devil poison, it can only be slowly expelled next.

It stands to reason that the boy's life can be saved in this way.

But Shuang Jiangnian discovered that the punishment of heaven is still going on.

He was panting more and more quickly, his temples were wet, and a bright color appeared in the corners of his eyes.

Although the boy was in good health, he was still not breathing.

Shuang Jiangnian raised his eyelids, injected a trace of aura to investigate, and quickly judged the reason.

——It’s a demon.In the nightmare, the teenager believed in his subjective consciousness that he was still drowning, so he couldn't breathe.

[warn!The vital signs of the bound subject are about to drop to the lowest value! ]

Maybe try forced recovery breathing.The teenager discovers the common-sense error that "the sea can breathe" in his nightmare, and maybe he will wake up from the dream.

Shuang Jiangnian was hot all over, but her consciousness was calm.

Artificial respiration is the quickest method.

He leaned over decisively, pinched the boy's nose, raised his jaw, and lowered his head.

However, just before the lips touched, a hand grabbed his neck severely.

Shuang Jiangnian's breath stagnates.

The dying boy suddenly opened his eyes. He was not fully awake yet, his dark eyes were filled with indifference, and his surroundings were overflowing with murderous aura.

At the center of murderous intent, Shuang Jiangnian did not struggle.

He lowered his eyes indifferently, didn't even move his fingers, just waited quietly.

The young man's killing intent was only for a moment. He was injured too badly, and soon lost his strength. He let go, and his arms drooped limply.

The young man blinked slowly, his eyes gradually becoming clearer.

After the punishment from heaven was over, Shuang Jiangnian got up slowly.

His disguise is cold and pure, but at this time his eyes are shining with water, and there are bright red fingerprints on his jade white neck, which has a kind of brittle beauty of ice and snow.

[Yan Hualan's favorability towards you is 1]

Shuang Jiangnian had a meal.

"Yan Hualan", is this the boy bound to him?

[Currently, the binding object 'Yan Hualan' has a favorability of 1/100 for you.When the favorability is full, the other party will submit a membership request to the host. ]

The union of Taoist couples in the world of cultivating immortals is equivalent to the marriage of men and women in the mortal world, but there is no gender limit, and there is no such thing as divorce.

trouble.

Shuang Jiangnian thought expressionlessly.

In order to save Yan Hualan's life, he had to try his best to reduce his favorability during the next period of getting rid of the demonic poison.

He lowered his eyes to look at the boy in the pool of blood, and found that the boy was also observing him at the same time.

Yan Hualan's face was covered by blood stains, only a pair of phoenix eyes were clean, black and white, filled with pure curiosity.Compared with the chilling killing intent just now, after waking up, there was no hostility in his pupils when he met a stranger.

Then, a hint of interest flashed across those clear phoenix eyes.

——There are other "foods" coming here.

Yan Hualan thought with interest.

All the monks on the island are "food" prepared for him. Occasionally, the "food" will be overwhelmed and want to take advantage of his serious injuries to fight back, such as the group of people who are coming soon.

However, the "food" that I can't think of the most is this very good-looking human race in front of me.

Seeing the badly injured Yaoyao who was dying, this human race did not make up for it, but healed his wounds instead.

Such a kind heart, why not let him eat it and restore his strength?

Yan Hualan looked at Shuang Jiangnian's face with some curiosity.

Will it taste better after eating such a good-looking person?

Before deciding whether to eat the cultivation base or the soul first, suddenly, Yan Hualan's eyes flashed, and the fragrance blew across his face, and he was hugged into his arms.

On the other party's snow-white fairy robe, there was a faint fragrance of flowers, trees and ashes, and there was a trace of human body temperature in this fragrance.

Yan Hualan's blood dripped down the bridge of his nose onto the snow coat, and spread along the silk thread like a spider, staining the whiteness of the snow.

He stared blankly at the drop of blood.

……What is this doing?

Wisps of black mist-like demon poison penetrated into the human race's robe along the sleeves they touched.

Yan Hualan raised his eyes slowly: "The devil's poison will be transmitted to you."

Food contaminated with devil poison is not tasty.

The devil's poison is extremely contagious, and even if the host dies, it will spread around.Once stained with demonic poison, it is difficult to get rid of, and the poisoned person will be devastated by demons and toxins for life.

"Lie down well." Shuang Jiangnian didn't care at all, "Play dead, will you?"

He also found someone coming—someone with ill intentions for his bonded object.

To do this, he needs to do a little camouflage.

Shuang Jiangnian smeared the blood on her face and body, and tore up her clothes.

After doing all this, the few strange monks in the distance have entered the field of vision.

Shuang Jiangnian raised his face, his cold expression melted quickly, his pale face was full of fragility and despair.

A tear just fell from the eye socket.

"... Please, save us!"

Yan Hualan, who watched him change his face 180 degrees all the time:? ?