After I was reborn, I became the beautiful, strong and miserable master of the male protagonist

Dead silence.

When Jing Hai looked at the seemingly resolute and cold back from the corner of the wall, he could feel that Song Bihui was on the verge of collapse.

At that time, when he watched the man with bloodshot eyes like a murderous god kicking in the door with Jiang Yufeng in his arms, he knew that things had finally reached the worst point.

The mouth of Jiangyu Fengyi leader was almost completely soaked in blood, blood kept falling from his mouth, and he seemed to stretch out his hand unconsciously to cover it with his hand.

But blood was still oozing from the fingers.

His inner alchemy and meridians were almost shattered by the surging spiritual power and strong pressure, but it was so painful that this man didn't even groan, he just clenched his teeth tightly.

If Song Bi had come back one step later, this person might have been wiped out under the Buddha's light by now.

That is a thousand-year-old Buddha...

Jinghai just felt terrified in his heart. Ordinary people could not move when they saw that they were kneeling on the ground under the pressure of Buddha's light, but the wind on Jiangyu almost exhausted Jiaxiu's mana.

It's just that a fairy who has not yet ascended to the ascension can resist divine power, which is simply unheard of.

He clasped his palms together and recited the Buddha's name. When he saw the pale wrist hanging down, he swallowed in fear.

This is to pull the gods and Buddhas to be buried with him.

"Master Jinghai, can I trouble you to go out first?" Song Bihui suddenly said in a low voice.

He lowered his eyes so that others could not see his emotions at the moment.

Jing Hai also wanted to find an excuse to go out first, after all, the atmosphere at the moment was too anxious and flustered, so he gave a hasty salute and pushed the door out.

At this moment, the more silent Song Bihui was, the more tense the situation became.

Except for the space in this corner, the rest are all collapsed dreams, the sky is torn apart, riddled with holes, and the outside of the hall is vast and blank.

Jiaxiu's fall also took away almost everything that hurt the door.

It's just that I don't know if Jiang Yufeng can hold on this time, I'm afraid it's more ominous than good.

Jing Hai didn't dare to think any more, so he had to hang his head and hurriedly pushed the door out.

But when he turned around and was about to close the door, he saw Song Bihui standing up suddenly inside the door, holding Jiang Yufeng on the bed into his arms again.

He was taken aback for a moment, but before he came back to his senses, he saw the door in front of him was suddenly closed by a gust of wind, and the forbidden pattern appeared instantly.

Song Bihui quietly trapped the whole room with talismans, and at this moment, even a mosquito would not be able to fly in.

Mengxing had already collapsed, and the limitation of Shangmen on Song Bihui's spiritual power was naturally weakened. Now in this small space, he is the only source of spiritual power.

The jumping candlelight outlined the silhouettes of the two, and Jiang Yufeng felt that the inner alchemy was like a dry and cracked field, and all spiritual power had been exhausted.

This body will not be able to support Neidan's continuous desire for spiritual power.

This unbearable sense of emptiness was clamoring, drawing him closer to where the spiritual power was.

In a drowsy state, he tugged Song Bihui's sleeve unconsciously, so that the familiar breath could wrap him up.

He was like a person walking long in the desert who suddenly encountered a source of water and couldn't wait to hold the clear spring to his lips.

But keep dropping it by mistake.

he is not satisfied...

The change of the two poles made him feel the pain in his bones. He yearned for spiritual power, but when the subtle spiritual power poured into his body, he felt strange fear.

But Song Bihui held him tightly in his arms all the time, making it impossible for him to avoid it.

Because of excessive blood loss, Jiang Yufeng's lips were still pale, and at this moment he obediently fell on Song Bihui's shoulder, as if he had put aside all the worries of the world.

How cold and indifferent he used to be, now he looks so free and easy.

Song Bihui's heart felt like a thorn in his heart.

Is he going to throw himself away like this?

He couldn't stop Jiang Yufeng, and he didn't want to hinder him in everything.

This person is on the top of his heart, even if it is a dense hell, if Jiang Yufeng insists on going, then he will go with him at worst.

Song Bihui never wanted to be that opponent, he was just afraid that the world would be far apart, and he would be the only one left in the end.

He is obviously used to seeing ominous people who live and die, but he is so afraid of this person's departure.

"It hurts..." Jiang Yufeng's raving voice rang softly in Song Bihui's ear.

Song Bihui's fingers lightly stroked the man's long hanging hair, coaxing softly, "I know, I'm here."

His soft and deep voice seemed to weave a painless dream in this dim and yellow space, enveloping Jiang Yufeng in it.

It seems that they are still in Zeshan at this moment, when Jiang Yufeng was lying on the jade couch covered with gold silk quilt with his eyes closed, and the scent of gardenia and sandalwood lingered around his side, everything was so quiet and gentle.

"I will return." He heard Jiang Yufeng's soft murmur in his ear, and soft lips brushed against his neck.

This person's desire for spiritual power and closeness to him are both unconscious. What Jiang Yufeng wants is more, and the mere embrace will only make him feel more and more that he can't grasp what is close at hand.

The hungry and thirsty people stared at the food in front of them, but they couldn't touch it anyway, and they were anxious.

"You can't stand it now..." But Song Bihui just patted Jiang Yufeng's back lightly in a deep voice.

He only felt that just touching this person lightly now could break him into pieces accidentally.

Jiang Yufeng didn't seem to expect Song Bihui to refuse, he gasped weakly and hurriedly, as if the oxygen couldn't get into his lungs, which made him curl up in extreme discomfort.

But Song Bihui pressed his waist firmly, making him unable to move at all.

Jiang Yufeng was a little annoyed and subconsciously rejected the man, but Song Bihui lowered his eyes, stretched out his hand and forcefully put his fingers into his mouth, and slowly opened his clenched teeth.

"Don't bite yourself." He said softly, "Master..."

Jiang Yufeng's tears were suddenly forced to fall, he felt in a daze, his whole body was controlled by others, it was no longer his own.

The remaining blood stains slowly fell from the corner of his mouth, but was gently wiped away by the man with his fingers.

Song Bihui's warm body approached him again, and after a while, he pressed his soft lips against him.

A stream of spiritual power flowed from his mouth, as if he was eating the marrow to know the taste, and Jiang Yufeng unconsciously responded to that person, as if he hoped that this kind of flattering behavior would make the person in front of him give him more spiritual power.

He was hugged by that person unsteadily, but he was still reluctant to let go.

The rustling sound of the robes was heard in the silent house, Jiang Yufeng felt that he was always immersed in a dark nightmare, and only a thin strand of spiritual consciousness hung him.

At the other end of the filament is Song Bihui.

"Why...won't you give it to me?" His pale skin lightly brushed against Song Bihui's waist, causing Song Bihui to give him a sudden meal.

"No, Master." His voice was hoarse.

It was unbearable for that person to tease his heart like this when he was unconscious.

But it's not enough now, Jiang Yufeng can't be hurt any more, his body and soul are on the verge of crumbling.

How could Song Bihui let him indulge himself so hastily and easily?

Jiang Yufeng saw Song Bihui for a long time but did not agree to his request, so he had to touch his lips again aggrievedly.

But Song Bihui punished him while turning his head silently, and whispered in his ear, "Master, can you listen to me from now on?"

"Hmm..." Jiang Yufeng snorted impatiently.

"I'm the person you love the most, am I?" Song Bihui lowered his eyes and asked again.

It's a vivid performance of taking advantage of others' dangers.