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

The endless coldness and scorching heat were constantly tormenting his soul.

The phoenix blood bracelet seemed to be forcibly reshaping and repairing his meridians, just like when he fell off the cliff.

This thing is a fairy thing, and it was originally used to save life, but it was exhausted by him several times.

Thinking about it this way, it can be regarded as making the best use of everything.

It's just that when Song Bihui forcibly put the blood bracelet on Jiang Yufeng's wrist, he just hoped to improve his luck and protect him from minor illnesses and disasters.

But I didn't expect Jiang Yufeng to wander on the line of life and death several times since then.

This man really touched his mind too much.

Seeing him leaning against his embrace with frown now, it was as if the pain that that person suffered turned into a sharp blade and pierced into his heart mercilessly.

Sometimes he always felt unwilling, why he failed to foresee this kind of crisis, and why did the destiny repeatedly throw them into danger?

The Jiangyu wind's weak breath fell on his neck, and his extreme desire for spiritual power almost crushed his entire consciousness, which was like an addictive drug, causing him to sink into it unceasingly.

This is not him, he shouldn't look like this.

Jiang Yufeng clutched Song Bihui's clothes tightly in pain, as if he was holding on to a life-saving straw at this moment. Only Song Bihui was his only comfort.

"Master." Song Bihui gently caressed his back with his palm, but his eyes became deeper and deeper, "Don't... do this again, okay?"

Jiang Yufeng was groggy, and his behavior was not controlled by his consciousness at all. He was like a moth chasing light and heat, and he agreed to whatever light and heat said.

Song Bi looked back at the person in his arms, but gently pulled his belt away.

The blood left behind had already dried completely, and it was particularly glaring when stained on the man's white clothes.

he doesn't want to see...

Jiang Yufeng's skin was as white and smooth as the white of an eggshell, the clothes slipped off his shoulders, and the cold air outside made him flinch involuntarily.

The fingertips covered with thin sword calluses slowly stroked his skin, Jiang Yufeng felt as if an electric current passed through his mind, and the rapidly rising and falling chest couldn't help pressing against the man.

But Song Bihui was neatly dressed, except for the wrinkled sleeves that were pulled by him, the rest were tightly dressed.

It's not fair...

He lowered his eyes and looked at the white neck of the person in front of him who was addicted to desire and raised his veins slightly, then lowered his head and bit down.

"Why don't you listen to me?" Song Bihui's kiss fell on his collarbone, "Master?"

He knew that the person in front of him clearly had no time to answer his question, but he still kept asking it over and over again.

Jiang Yufeng felt that his consciousness seemed to be pulled straight up into the sky, and then thrown down again. Several times of repetition had already made him confused.

But Song Bihui didn't seem to want to let him go at all.

The man's slender fingers had already slid to his waist, but he started to draw a spell lightly.

Every time he drew a stroke, it seemed that spiritual power penetrated his skin and reached his inner alchemy, and the tingling sensation continued to spread, which almost made him groan uncontrollably.

But Song Bihui's face was slightly dignified and serious.

He tightly clasped the man's narrow waist, and accurately embedded the rune into Jiang Yufeng's skin, blood, and pulse...

But Jiang Yufeng only felt that his soul was completely enveloped by external spiritual power, as if someone was forcibly occupying his soul, which made him tremble uncontrollably, trying hard to push away the person in front of him.

"Don't..." His tears fell almost uncontrollably.

This was an unprecedented embarrassment, but he couldn't break free.

Song Bihui's hands were extremely strong, and he was the only one in the world who was able to fully draw the golden bow.

What's more, Jiang Yufeng's spiritual power is exhausted at this moment, so he is no longer his opponent.

He only felt as if bursts of white light were blowing in front of his eyes, engraving that person's aura fiercely into his bone marrow.

"You are mine..." Song Bihui said in a deep voice, but there was a lot of sadness and sadness hidden in his tone, "Don't hurt yourself anymore."

Everyone in the world longs for the immortal king to keep one side peaceful, and feels that he can call the wind and rain and save the common people with his own power.

But he never thought that he is just a mortal body, and he has gone through all kinds of sufferings to come to this day.

If Jiangyufeng does not fight Jiaxiu with his life this time, this evil Buddha will definitely endanger the dreamwalking of other disciples. When the dreamwalking collapses, who can survive?

But there are too many people behind him.

He was worried that he would be injured, so he restrained him, and went to the battlefield alone.

It is obvious that the world slanders him for being vicious and indifferent without knowing the truth, so why not just confirm his identity, and why should he take so much into account?

Is it really worth it?

Human hearts are the most insufficient.

Song Bihui only felt that the more he thought about it, the more unhappy he became, and for a moment his strength became a little heavier, which almost made Jiang Yufeng stop breathing for a while.

"I will return..." He said softly with a crying voice, as if he was begging the person in front of him to let him go.

But he is also extremely attached to the continuous spiritual power, and he is always pushed and pushed forward while pulling.

The broken spiritual veins were connected up one by one, and every stroke Song Bihui made seemed to wantonly knead his fragile soul.

Is this person punishing himself on purpose?Jiang Yufeng felt annoyed in a daze, but at the moment he was under the control of others, so he could only lean on Song Bihui's shoulders aggrievedly, so as to borrow some strength.

This torment of the soul has been too long.

Jiang Yufeng only felt that his tears kept rolling down his cheeks, but he failed to soften Song Bihui's heart. Their souls and spiritual power seemed to be constantly blending.

no one else can...

When Song Bihui finally finished the last stroke, both of them were already sweating profusely. He looked down at Jiang Yufeng's masterpiece at his waist, but his eyes gradually softened.

That is a unilateral "living together and dying together".