How to cough up blood

There is an unknown magic plant shining light in the cave.

When Fuzhi walked in quickly, Yin Lingxi had already washed herself clean, her beautiful brows were wrinkled, her hands were covering her collarbone, black blood dripped from her fingers.

"Move your hands away, let me see."

The boy obediently moved his hand away.

Two dark tooth cavities were embedded in the young man's shoulders, which were left by the magic snake, which cannot be forced out with spiritual power, and will only induce toxicity.

Yin Lingxi's appearance has not yet grown, and his pale complexion is very pitiful, and he will always use his own advantages.

"Immortal Venerable...don't worry about me, you have a better chance of successfully leaving alone..." He forced a smile.

Fuzhi's cold white fingers landed on the side of the tooth hole, and his brows were slightly frowned. After a while, he lowered his head, and pressed his thin lips, sucking the poisonous blood from the wound jerky.

Yin Lingxi hissed very lightly, "Immortal Venerable...don't..."

The indifferent immortal raised his head from his neck, his lips were stained with bright blood.

Immortal Venerable ordered: "Don't move."

The boy didn't move, he let the immortal give him drugs stiffly, his heartbeat slowly accelerated.

The poisonous blood slowly turned into a normal color, Fu Zhi stopped, wiped the blood off his lips, and looked at the reddish boy with his light eyes.

"It hurts you?" Seeing that the young man didn't answer, Xianzun took out a light-colored dress from his storage bag and put it on him, "I don't have experience for the first time, sorry."

Yin Lingxi slowly gathered his coat, lowered his head to cover the darkness in his eyes, and said in a hoarse voice: "No, Immortal... It's very comfortable to inhale."

After all, the boy's eyelashes trembled slightly, and they were covered with water vapor.

This look does not seem to be comfortable, but rather aggrieved.

"What's wrong."

Fuzhi's voice was calm.

The young man bit his lip, and a tangled look flashed in his eyes. After a long time, he whispered shyly——

"Immortal Venerable, you know...just now you and I have already become skin-to-skin relatives..."

A look of bewilderment appeared in Xianzun's eyes.

He stroked the corner of his lips.

"This...is a skin-to-skin relationship?"

"Of course," Yin Lingxi looked serious, "according to the customs of our hometown, I am already the companion of the immortal."

When he picked up "Eighteen Judgments of Dragon Swallowing" in the wooden house, his master didn't even know what Huanai was. It must have been more innocent 300 years ago.

Yin Lingxi's eyes narrowed slightly, and he straightened his clothes, revealing the red wounds from being sucked by Fuzhi without any trace, and quickly covered them up.

The young man bowed his head, "If the Immortal Venerable is unwilling to take responsibility, what happened today, just pretend it never happened."

The moment he lowered his head, his eyes were slightly red.

After an unknown amount of time, he heard a faint sigh.

The Xianzun's slightly cool fingertips touched the end of the young man's eyes, and he wiped it lightly. The light-colored pupils showed a bit of tenderness, like a jar of wine made of ice and snow. After melting, it was cold and intoxicating.

He actually believed such a low-quality scam.

The immortal said, "Don't cry."

The boy looked up at him.

Immortal Venerable bowed his head: "I am responsible."

It's like a lifetime promise.

Yin Lingxi was in a trance for a moment.

After Xianzun uttered these words, the dream began to become extremely unstable, and time seemed to be compressed countless times.

After the distorted and chaotic spatial fluctuations, Yin Lingxi's memory was rapidly being erased.

In the end, he only remembered that he was originally just a demon, and after being thrown into the ghosts, it was this immortal who saved him.

Not only saved him, but also agreed to leave the sect and become his partner.

After Xianzun took him away from the demon clan, he took him to a mountain full of peach blossoms to live in seclusion, and ten years passed in the blink of an eye.

There are only two of them here.

The immortal was very kind to him, no matter how hard he tossed the immortal on the bed, the immortal looked at him with cold but gentle eyes.

Yin Lingxi felt a little guilty, but he couldn't control himself.

He couldn't tell where the emptiness in his heart came from.

This sense of nothingness compels him to possess this person over and over again.

He faintly felt that this was not the life he should experience.

No one will treat him like Xianzun.

But every time he questioned, there was always an indifferent voice in his heart saying: This is your life.

Yin Lingxi gradually indulged in this kind of tenderness, he believed that this was what he had.

He and Xianzun will stay here for a lifetime, until they grow old.

"Why are you in a daze, come in quickly," Xianzun leaned against the door and looked at him, with a faint smile in his eyes.

"coming."

Yin Lingxi came back to his senses, responded, and came in with two fish with a smile, "I caught it today, and I'll make soup for you tomorrow."

On the days when peach petals were flying, Yin Lingxi's hair was covered with petals.

Fuzhi grabbed him, stretched out his hand to twist the petals.

"...I want to drink peach blossom wine."

"Okay, I'll make it for you, but it will have to wait until next year."

Every year, some peach blossom wine is brewed.

The immortal likes it very much, and he looks very beautiful when he is drunk under the moon.

Except on the bed, he obeyed the immortal in almost everything. He felt that the immortal was cheated by him, and he always thought that he was better to him, and that he could not leave him.

After he put down the fish, he went outside to the peach grove to pick fresh peach blossoms, washed them carefully, sealed them in an altar and buried them in the ground like in previous years.

Not knowing what came to mind, Yin Lingxi rolled his eyes unconsciously with a smile.

That night, Yin Lingxi held Xianzun in his arms as usual, and kissed his temple hair.

"Immortal Venerable... I am pleased with you... Are you pleased with me?"

The immortal was silent.

It was not surprising that Yin Lingxi was silent for a moment.

He hugged the person in his arms tighter.

He has asked this question countless times, but Xianzun has never answered it directly.

It rained tonight, and the peach petals all over the sky fell to the ground, and were turned into decayed red by the splashed rain.

The coolness penetrated through the cracks of the window.

……

They failed to drink the peach blossom wine of the second year again.

The demon army was caught off guard.

Although Yin Lingxi was the child born of the union of the human race and the Demon Emperor, the blood of the Demon Emperor was still flowing on his body, and he was finally discovered.

"His Royal Highness! As the son of the Demon Emperor, why do you hang out with fellow cultivators?!"

A group of masters from the Demon Race followed closely behind.

The sky is filled with demonic energy.

The immortal revered his eyes, and galloped northward with Yin Lingxi Yujian.

The sharp wind cut people's cheeks with pain, and Yin Lingxi's heart beat like a drum.

"Immortal Venerable..."

"Don't be afraid."

Yin Lingxi couldn't help but said: "I am the son of the Demon Emperor."

He suppressed the awakening of his demon bloodline so that Fuzhi would not discover his identity as a demon, and stayed by his side as a human being, and he couldn't help feeling flustered when someone said it out of the blue.

The Immortal Venerable sighed, cast a spell on the Duanchen Sword, and said in a low voice, "You are Xiaoxi."

Yin Lingxi was startled slightly.

Immediately, he noticed that his body sank suddenly, and his feet were tightly attached to Duanchen Sword!

At the same time, a spiritual protection formation slowly appeared on the sword.

He looked up abruptly, his eyes almost terrified.

Xianzun's eyebrows and eyes were cold, and his light-colored pupils contained a little tenderness.

"I only have a golden core in my cultivation. It is impossible for the two of us to escape together. I will stay. The Duanchen Sword will take you to a safe place." The meaning is very clear, he stayed in exchange for Yin Lingxi's job.

Yin Lingxi shook his head desperately, but found that he couldn't speak, and was forced to turn red-eyed.

do not……

He vomited a bloody smell from his throat, choking badly.

Please.

don't let me go.

But Xianzun stretched out his hand and landed on his shoulder, where two holes had been bitten by the devil snake: "I said that I will be responsible for you."

He took one last look at Yin Lingxi, his eyes were very gentle, which gently made Yin Lingxi feel boundless despair, and then, he pushed gently.

Duan Chenjian uttered a clear cry, and flew towards a safe place according to the master's will. Yin Lingxi watched helplessly that the tall and cold figure was getting farther and farther away from him.

He watched Xianzun turn around, and said to dozens of demon masters whose cultivation base was higher than his——

"Everyone, stop."

Immediately, the soaring silver spiritual power lifted off the overwhelming demonic energy, and the majestic coercion carried a rolling murderous aura, like an eternal protective barrier.

……

Yin Lingxi's gaze was firmly fixed there until he could no longer see it.

The red blood that climbed up from his eyes was hideous and frightening, like a madman, desperately awakening the blood of the demon race that he had been struggling to suppress.

The veins on his forehead bulged, blood continued to overflow from his lips, and his aura changed little by little.

After an unknown amount of time, he let out a low growl in pain, and an extremely strong devilish energy erupted from his whole body.

The Duanchen Sword suddenly stopped, and after sensing the devilish energy, the spiritual power contained in the sword began to counterattack frantically, and the protective formation was shattered by the energy impact from the inside out.

boom--!

Yin Lingxi was completely thrown down!

He quickly stabilized his figure in the air, and the newly awakened demonic energy was rampant in his meridians, faintly appearing to be insane.

Regardless of these, he spat out a mouthful of blood, feeling chills in his heart.

No.

If he is quick, he will be fine.

Xianzun will be fine...

He frantically rushed towards the direction just now in a state of embarrassment. Because he was not proficient in using the magic energy, he stumbled and fell countless somersaults during the period.

I don't know how long it took, and the cloudy sky began to rain heavily.

The closer he got to the spot just now, the weaker Yin Lingxi's hands and feet became.

Too quiet.

Except for the sound of the wind, there was no sound of fighting.

Under the dark and boundless sky, the withered trees and wilderness are covered with the coolness of rain.

The smell of blood gradually became stronger.

There was still a sword intent as cold as frost and snow in the air.

The corpses of countless demons lie here.

The blood that flowed out was washed by the rain and merged into a small river of blood. The sticky blood color was like the net of a nightmare.

Yin Lingxi walked over with one foot deep and one shallow, breathing very lightly.

He smiled nervously.

Fortunately.

Xianzun is not here.

Just as they were about to return to the mountain where they lived in seclusion, Yin Lingxi glanced out of the corner of his eye, and an incompatible white came into his eyes.

He froze slightly.

The eyeballs rolled very slowly.

There was a man half kneeling there.

Three magic spears pierced through the man's chest and were firmly nailed to the ground.

The dense blood dyed Xianzun's silver clothes red, leaving only sporadic spots of white.

The slender fingers of the Immortal Venerable hung down by his side, the misty rain and mist reflected his hands blurred and pale, the blood dripping from the fingertips seemed to be the only color.

His long eyelashes are closed, and his black hair is winding in the blood on the ground. There is a sword wound on the side of his face, and his thin lips are dull and pale.

Yin Lingxi looked numb.

Like losing his soul, he walked over step by step, squatted down, and shook his hands to feel Fuzhi's breath.

Fuzhi coughed inaudibly.

Yin Lingxi woke up suddenly, and he said in a trembling voice: "... Immortal?" His eyes fell on the three magic spears stuck on his body, and he wanted to stretch out his hands to pull them out, but they suddenly retracted them, completely at a loss.

"Little... Xi..."

There was almost no sound, as if raindrops would shatter into the air.

"I'm here," Yin Lingxi held his cold hand and repeated repeatedly, "I'm here..."

The corner of Xianzun's lips curved slightly, "Ask again..."

Yin Lingxi listened carefully, afraid of missing a sentence, "What do you ask, what do you want me to ask?"

The Immortal Venerable seemed to be very tired, his eyes were half closed, and after a while he said again: "That... question you... ask... every night..."

Yin Lingxi nodded hurriedly, "Okay."

His eyes were red, and he asked softly: "My heart pleases the Immortal, the Immortal...does he please me?"

a long time.

Xianzun smiled slightly, and slowly shook his head.

Yin Lingxi didn't care about these at all, he smiled, tears fell down, fear and panic almost drove him crazy.

"It's okay, I'm not good enough, Xianzun, tell me how I can save you... tell me, okay..."

"It will be fine, how can I save you..."

There was a sudden pause in his voice.

Immortal Venerable was held in the palm of his hand, and he struggled a bit.

Yin Lingxi hastily let go of her hand.

Xianzun's hand fell to the side of his face.

Cold fingertips caressed his brows and eyes, outlining them little by little, as if wanting to engrave them into his heart.

Yin Lingxi fell silent.

There was a slight tenderness in Xianzun's indifferent pupils, "I...don't know...what makes you happy..."

"But...I know...Xiaoxi is probably...the only thing I would like to..."

"People who stay together for a lifetime..."

Yin Lingxi was dumbfounded, tears fell silently from his eyes.

The Immortal Venerable sighed again, and wiped away the tears from the corners of his eyes just like meeting him at the beginning.

"Don't cry..."

The light in his eyes slowly dissipated, and his voice was lingering and distant, as if he saw the peach snow all over the sky again.

"I really want to... drink another jar of... peach blossom wine..."

The hand that was caressing the side of Yin Lingxi's face suddenly slipped, Yin Lingxi trembled, and hurriedly tried to grab it, but it was empty.

boom.

The hand dropped to the ground, smashed into the bloody water, and the splashed dirt polluted the fair skin.

"..."

Yin Lingxi was stunned for a long time, and then he opened his mouth half crying and smiling. The rain fell into his mouth, and he only tasted boundless suffering.

He carefully wiped Fuzhi's hands clean, and put them on his heart in an attempt to warm them up.

But it was still cold.

Why is it warm?

The gray sky became darker, and he didn't know how long it took before he suddenly realized——

Only when a person dies is he not warm.

...The Immortal Venerable is dead.

Yin Lingxi clutched his heart belatedly, and murmured: "It hurts so much..."

It hurt so bad I couldn't breathe.

"It hurts……"

He bent down tightly, hot tears fell drop by drop on the back of Fuzhi's hand, his mouth was open, his veins were bulging, and his eyes were terribly red.

"Ahhh-!!!"

click.click.

The sound of the mirror shattering became more and more obvious, and the barren sea of ​​blood shattered into countless pieces like a shattered mirror!

——The blood-covered fairy and the black-clothed youth kneeling beside him were divided into countless fragments and slowly disappeared into the darkness.

…………

Cangwu Peak.

In the bamboo house in the back mountain, Yin Lingxi suddenly opened his eyes, his forehead was covered with cold sweat, and he sat up suddenly from the bed.

His chest was heaving unsteadily, his heart was beating violently, and the residual pain made his fingertips tremble slightly.

He subconsciously moved his gaze out of the window——

It's almost dawn.

It took a long time before he got out of this state.

He lowered his eyes, and the dream mirror held in his palm had been shattered into four pieces.

The magic weapon collapsed.

... what happened in the dream?

Yin Lingxi thought back over and over again, but could only remember a blurry blank, and sporadic flashes of peach blossom petals.

Could it be that he failed to enter the dream this time?

Yin Lingxi frowned.

It is also very possible.

After all, Fuzhi is a monk in the distraction stage, and he had already used Tongmengjing to ripen the joy Gu in Fuzhi's body before... It was only natural that he should be guarded against.

only--

Yin Lingxi stretched out his hand and pressed his heart, a rare flash of confusion flashed in Fengliu's eyes.

Why does it hurt so much when I wake up?

...It's even a bit indescribable, empty.

The demonic sound transmission spirit jade in his arms made a hasty and subtle fluctuation, Yin Lingxi pressed the matter for the time being, and took out the spirit jade.

The hurried voice of the Osprey came——

"Your Highness, the Young Emperor! The ancient seal array has changed! The elders of the clan speculate that the time for the ancestor demon to draw supplies this time may be advanced! We must obtain the suppressing object as soon as possible, otherwise..."

Osprey gritted his teeth and didn't say any more after all.

If the ancestor Mo Zhisheng drew the supplies in advance, the first one to be forced to sacrifice by the shackles of the blood would be Yin Lingxi, the young emperor with extremely high talent and pure demon energy.

Yin Lingxi's voice sank: "Ahead of schedule again."

When Osprey saw the fragment of the dream mirror in his hand, he was startled: "Young Emperor, this...?"

"It's broken," Yin Lingxi frowned, "...I don't remember what happened in the dream when I fell into the dream just now."

Osprey: "The mirror of the same dream is broken, so you naturally can't remember what happened in the dream." He carefully looked at Yin Lingxi's expression, "Your Highness, this thing should be repairable. Go in, and you should be able to know all the dreams that happened inside."

Yin Lingxi frowned slightly, "Then let's fix it."

but……

The same dream mirror has been shattered, and it is obviously impossible for him to use this thing to ripen the Love Gu.

But the matter of the ancient seal cannot be delayed.

and so.

Yin Ling looked west to the main hall at the top of Cangwu Peak.

It is inevitable to use some radical methods to ripen the Gu worms.

That root to the clean bone.

Must get it as soon as possible.