How to cough up blood

The news that the master of Cangwu Peak had left the Tianyan Sect was suppressed, but since there were people present, it was inevitable that rumors leaked out. The rumors came and went, and it turned out that Fuzhi Jianzun was trapped by emotion and did not believe that his disciple had died. So he left the teacher's school and looked for traces of his disciples everywhere.

Demons.

In the Demon Palace, there was the sound of silk and bamboo music from exotic tunes, the eyes of the alluring singer were passionate and hot, and the graceful and flexible body was twirling among the young talents of the Demon Race who were seated one after another.

But the more beauties still focused all their attention on His Highness the Young Emperor sitting high above the main seat.

Yin Lingxi was dressed in a black robe, with gilt-like silk thread embroidered on the sleeves and corners of the robe. His long and narrow eyes were fixed on the right hand gently shaking the wine glass, seemingly in a trance.

Osprey stood beside him respectfully.

It is rare for the demons to hold a banquet, but because Gu Mianliang killed more than half of the leaders of the Seven Great Palaces of the demons before, and the new leader has not officially met Yin Lingxi, so this banquet was held. The most important thing is to let the ruler of the Demon Race get acquainted with his new subordinates.

but……

The newly appointed chiefs of the Seven Great Palaces exchanged glances with each other, feeling uneasy.

It's been a while since they've been here, but His Highness the Young Emperor doesn't seem to care about them at all.

The leader of the third palace coughed lightly, raised his glass to Yin Lingxi, and said with a loud smile: "Your Highness, I would like to toast you with a glass of wine as a token of respect!"

Yin Lingxi regained his senses, suppressed the thoughts in his eyes, and raised his lips with a smile, "Okay, Lian Yin is as chic as the rumors say, I look forward to your performance in the future."

The attendant filled his hand again, and he raised his hand: "Today, I have a demon clan feast, and there are no outsiders. You don't have to care about my emperor, you can do whatever you want."

After saying this, the atmosphere in the banquet slowly relaxed, laughter and flirting, the atmosphere of the demons was open, and someone grabbed the singer he liked into his arms on the spot.

Lian Yin was so drunk that he lost his sense of proportion for a moment, he hugged the beauty in his arms and smiled towards Yin Lingxi: "Your Highness, I don't know how Fuzhi Jianzun feels..."

The name of the young emperor of the demon clan is taboo, only the core figures of the demon clan present know.People in the world only heard about the incest between Master Fuzhi Jianzun and his disciple Yin Lingxi, but the senior leaders of the Demon Clan knew very well that this was just their young emperor's plan to sneak into the Tianyan Sect.

As soon as Lian Yin said this, the banquet suddenly became more lively, shouting for Yin Lingxi to talk about whether the sword master who shook ghosts and monsters with his sword was as cold as ice and beautiful as the rumors said.

The smile on Yin Lingxi's lips slowly disappeared, and he subconsciously touched his heart

The heart vein pierced by the Duanchen Sword is still aching.

He didn't make a sound for a long time.

It wasn't until the atmosphere in the hall was slightly stagnant that Yin Lingxi took a sip of the wine in his hand, leaned back slowly, and said in a lazy voice, "It's not that good...it's as boring as wood, this The emperor got tired of it and came back."

The people below roared with laughter.

His Highness the young emperor said that the role model in the world of cultivating immortals, who was as cold as the moon in the sky, was just a poor servant on the bed. If the group of pious immortal cultivating dogs heard this evaluation, their expressions would definitely be very exciting!

Then someone whispered:

"But this kind of person must be very energetic when he resists on the bed..."

"Hehehe... I can't tell, that high and cold appearance is just pretending, in fact, I can't tell how much I look forward to..."

"What kind of immortal and sword master, isn't it just a person who can do his best..."

They were talking happily below, but they didn't see that Yin Lingxi's face was getting darker and darker. Osprey said inwardly that he was not good. Just as he was about to speak, Lian Yin wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes and said loudly: "I don't know." Did His Highness make that Sword Master feel comfortable? I just heard that Sword Master Fu Zhi received thirteen punishments in the Jiange and wanted to leave the division to find our Highness..."

Snapped!

The wine glass in Yin Lingxi's hand fell to the ground with a crisp sound, his expression changed suddenly, and his voice contained hostility, "What did you say?"

boom!

The gate of the Demon Emperor's Palace was shattered, and the frost-like sword energy swept in instantly, and the coercion that was approaching the fusion period was crushed mercilessly, and the killing intent was rolling.

The banquet suddenly became agitated.

This breath...

Yin Lingxi looked up subconsciously.

In the wind and hunting, Fuzhi looked stern, his robe was stained with blood, and the welts on it were very glaring. He looked at the young emperor of the Demon Race with cold eyes, and the sharp edge of the dust sword in his hand was shining brightly.

As soon as Fuzhi moved, he stood in the center of the hall in the blink of an eye, pointing his sword at Yin Lingxi, who was sitting high above the head, and said in a cold tone, "Say what you just said again."

The demons reacted quickly, and hundreds of demon soldiers rushed in from outside the hall, surrounding Fuzhi, their sharp spears were extremely sharp.

Fuzhi didn't even look at it, he was paranoid and stubborn deep in his pupils, he only had Yin Lingxi in his eyes, and said emphatically, "Say it again."

He ran around without sleep for several days, his body was already at the end of his strength, and he came to the Demon Race just to know why Yin Lingxi tried so hard to get close to him, whether he had any place in his heart, and whether he liked him a little.

But the words he overheard just now made him sink into the icy lake, and the faint little flame in his heart dissipated completely.

...It's as boring as wood, and the Emperor came back when he got bored.

I just wanted to have fun at first, but then I got bored.

This is the reason.

Fuzhi's throat moved, and he swallowed a mouthful of fishy sweetness.

Yin Lingxi looked at him for a while, then stood up unhurriedly after a long time, signaled the demon soldiers in the hall to retreat, and walked towards Fuzhi.

Step by step, getting closer and closer, until his heart touched the tip of the sword.

Yin Lingxi smiled at the corner of his mouth, and said unclearly: "Master Jianzun, have you left the sect to find the Emperor?"

He narrowed his eyes slightly, this doesn't seem like something Fu Zhi would do at all, could it be... is it the effect of the Love Gu?

He vaguely remembered that there was an article in the introduction about Huanqing Gu in ancient books, after fully ripening, the child Gu should not leave the mother Gu for too long, otherwise the neutron Gu owner would desperately return to the mother Gu.

Yin Lingxi wanted to test it out, he took another step forward, and the sharp point of the sword pierced through a shallow layer of flesh.

Fuzhi's pupils shrank, and she suddenly withdrew the sword in her hand.

Yin Lingxi paused slightly, the smile deepened at the corners of his mouth, and his eyes curled up, "Master Jianzun, didn't you say you want to kill the Emperor? Why don't you do it?"

Sword Master closed his eyes, his eyelashes were trembling, his whole body was tense, his face was as pale as paper, no matter how he looked at it, he had no intention of doing anything.

Yin Lingxi finally sensed something was wrong, looked at the bloodstains all over Fu Zhi's body, frowned and took a step forward, "The wound on your body..."

The person in front of him shook without warning, the sword in his hand fell to the ground with a clang, and passed out silently.

Yin Lingxi's eyes tightened, and he quickly embraced Fuzhi, the other person's body was cold, his breath was so weak that he almost had no breath, and his pulse condition was full of lifeless energy.

The moonlight from outside shone into the Great Demon Palace, and a round moon hung high, and today was actually a full moon.

The full moon is exactly the time when the bones are cleansed, but the demons have no cold pools.

Yin Lingxi's heart sank, he picked up Fuzhi, and in the face of all the surprised eyes, strode towards his bedroom, and said sharply: "Go and get that ten thousand year cold jade immediately!"

Fuzhi, who was 'comatose', nestled comfortably in Yin Lingxi's arms, and a smile flashed across the corner of his mouth, which could be regarded as sending himself in.

Young Emperor's bedroom.

Next to the bed was a piece of cold jade, on which lay a man with cold and beautiful eyes. Yin Lingxi stood aside, frowning and asked, "How is he doing? Why isn't he awake?"

After checking Fuzhi's pulse, the magic doctor stroked his beard, shook his head and said, "Your Highness, the pulse of this immortal is extremely disordered, and the subordinates of Jiange Thirteen Xing have also heard of it, it is really..."

Yin Lingxi narrowed his eyes: "Say."

"The thirteen kinds of punishments were handed down by the first suzerain of the Tianyan Sect. Six punishments for killing the body, six punishments for destroying the gods, and one punishment for destroying the soul. They are extremely harsh. To endure such torture with the cultivation base of the peak of distraction, even If you survived, you have to take a good rest... Otherwise, you will fall into a serious illness like now."

"And..." the magic doctor hesitated for a moment, "I checked his pulse, and his breath is not running smoothly, as if something is missing in his body..."

What's missing?

Maybe it's because of the gap in Dao Heart.

Yin Lingxi looked at the unconscious Fuzhi, waved his hand after a while, "Leave the medicine, you go outside and wait outside, the Emperor will call you if something happens."

The magic doctor withdrew respectfully: "Yes."

Fuzhi's clothes hadn't been changed yet, and the bloodstains all over her body were extremely glaring.

Yin Lingxi pursed his lips, and went to unbutton his outer robe and inner garment...

He took off the sword master lying on the cold jade, and the wounds on his body were exposed to the air.

There are various wounds on the cold white skin, the most glaring of which is the welt that runs from the chest to the lower abdomen, the blood scab is torn, and fresh blood flows out.

Yin Lingxi frowned even deeper, took out some ointment, and bent down to apply the wound medicine to Fuzhi.

After a while, his waist suddenly sank.

Yin Lingxi froze.

The person lying on the cold jade had his legs around his waist at some point.

"..."

The drowsy Jianzun felt a tearing pain in his back, and Shagu noticed the bone-suppressing aura on Yin Lingxi's body, and seemed to calm down a little.In response to his body's reaction, he instinctively wanted to approach Yin Lingxi to relieve the pain.

Fuzhi wrapped his hands around Yin Lingxi's neck, pulling him down little by little, absorbing warmth like a cold snake, and tightly wrapped around the warm body in front of him.

Yin Lingxi was forced to go down with this force, and the lips of the two almost touched.

At this time, the magic doctor opened the door after boiling the medicine, and he raised his head: "Young Emperor, uh"

Yin Lingxi blocked Fuzhi, looked back coldly, "Get lost!"

The magic doctor shivered, hurriedly put the medicine at the door, went out in a hurry, and closed the door thoughtfully.

The hall was quiet again.

The bitter medicinal fragrance came faintly.

Yin Lingxi's eyes were dark, he healed the wound on Fu Zhi's body, and went to pull the leg on his waist, but Jian Zun frowned slightly, and whispered softly: "Leng..."

"..."

Yin Lingxi reluctantly put on a black overcoat for Fuzhi, only halfway through, and was entangled by him so that he could no longer move.He narrowed his eyes slightly, looked at Sword Master who didn't know what he was doing, and suddenly smiled.

This person was full of dependence and inexplicable trust, which filled him with an indescribable sense of satisfaction, he squeezed Fuzhi's wrist, and lowered his voice: "Since you have come to the Demon Race, stay here , if you have always maintained this posture, the Emperor will definitely be willing to pamper you..."

Yin Lingxi didn't bother to pull Fuzhi's legs wrapped around his waist anymore, just in this posture, he picked him up, walked to the door, picked up the bowl of medicine, and put it to Fuzhi's mouth.

Jian Zun was very disgusted with the bitter taste of the medicine, and refused to open his mouth no matter what, Yin Lingxi looked at his pale face, a hint of hostility flashed between his brows, he squeezed Fu Zhi's chin expressionlessly, He was forced to open his mouth and forcefully gulped down the medicine.

"Cough cough... cough cough..."

Fuzhi was choked, and the brown bitter medicine trickled down his neck, onto Lengbai's chest, leaving red marks. He coughed violently, lying in Yin Lingxi's arms, coughing and wheezing.

Yin Lingxi put the medicine bowl aside and patted him on the back.

Fuzhi opened his eyes, and the blankness in his eyes quickly dissipated. After seeing his current appearance clearly, he froze suddenly, and said coldly, "You!"

Yin Lingxi calmed down and said: "Master Jianzun entangled himself, and the emperor did nothing."

Fu Zhi's spine was in severe pain, when he was unconscious, he relied on his body's instincts, but now he woke up with no strength at all, and in this state, he was almost entangled in the devil's body without an inch.Fuzhi gathered enough strength, cold sweat broke out on his forehead, and slowly moved himself off Yin Lingxi's body.

Yin Lingxi suddenly grabbed his ankle and stroked it.

He said inexplicably, "Master Sword Master, do you still remember where this is?"

The black bed curtain, the coquettish flowers in the corner, and the beast incense burner, everything is familiar except that there is no chain.

This is where they first met in the dream.

Fu Zhi pursed her lips and said nothing, but silently grasped the edge of the cold jade with her fingers.

Yin Lingxi raised his eyebrows: "Okay, let's change the question. Are you here to kill me?" The ankle in his own palm is thin and beautiful, very suitable for people to play with, so he unconsciously increased his strength.

Fuzhi lowered her eyes and said coldly, "Of course."

"Then just now..." Yin Lingxi approached slowly, with an ambiguous tone, "When I bumped into your Duanchen Sword just now, why did you dodge?"

He put his fingertips on Fuzhi's heart, felt the rapid heartbeat inside, laughed bewilderingly, and lowered his voice: "Master, your heartbeat is so fast, you clearly love me, don't you?"

thump.thump.

The body's reaction cannot be faked at any time.

Fuzhi's denial was stuck in his throat like this, and a voice in his heart kept telling him: You love him.

Love him more than anything.

You will give everything to this person in front of you.

The surging hatred rose again and again, and disappeared again and again inexplicably. Fuzhi closed his eyes, struggling painfully in the repeated pull of these two emotions.

In Yin Lingxi's eyes, his silent appearance was the tacit attitude. His eyes lit up a little bit, and he gently hugged Fuzhi to the bed, and kissed her forehead, nose tip, chin... bit by bit.

"Master Sword Master...you love me..."

Yin Lingxi felt his tense body and raised her head slightly, "Stay in the Demon Palace and stay with me."

He opened Fuzhi's tightly clenched palm, inserted his own fingers into it, and interlocked his fingers.

"Let's do something else to divert Lord Jianzun's attention, so that the backlash won't hurt so much... okay?"

The bed curtain fell slowly.

A coat that Fuzhi had just put on was quietly thrown on the ground.

What Yin Lingxi didn't know was that when he touched Fuzhi's heart with his fingertips just now to feel his heartbeat, his own heartbeat was faster than Fuzhi's.

He took care of Fuzhi's wounds that hadn't healed yet, and he was gentler than ever.

Hundreds of turns and thousands of turns, every thread is hooked.

The bone-suppressing breath diffused into Fuzhi's body following Yin Lingxi's intrusion. After an unknown amount of time, the severe pain on his spine gradually eased, and his cold body temperature began to return to normal.

All the medicinal juice spilled on Fuzhi's body went into Yin Lingxi's mouth.

He went to bite Fuzhi's lips again, Fuzhi only tasted the fragrance and bitterness of the medicine in his mouth.He turned his head away, refusing.

Yin Lingxi smiled lowly, his chest trembled slightly, and his voice was joyful and hoarse: "Fu Zhi, stay in the Demon Race, the emperor will never let you down."

Fuzhi's eyes were slightly confused, and he wanted to refuse, but he couldn't say a complete sentence, his cold brows were full of forbearance, his lower lip was bitten to the point of blood, and the moment he opened his mouth, he groaned in fragments.

Yin Lingxi smiled in satisfaction, stroked her slightly damp hair, and licked the scabbed scar on Fuzhi's forearm.The force is very light, in a trance, giving people an illusion of gentleness.

Boundless tiredness struck, Fu Zhi was tossed about for a long time, and fell asleep at some point.

……

Yin Lingxi came out of the bedroom, and Osprey was already waiting outside, seeing him coming out, he hurriedly stepped forward: "Your Highness, the elders have been waiting in the meeting hall for a long time."

He inadvertently saw some red marks on his young emperor's neck, and immediately lowered his head.

"Well," Yin Lingxi's brows and eyes were full of laziness and satisfaction, he responded, "Let's go."

Chamber.

Yin Lingxi sat in the first place with an unclear expression.

The elders on both sides are arguing endlessly:

"Your Highness, Young Emperor! Since Fuzhi came to the door on his own initiative, we should act quickly to dig out the bones!"

"Bah! You old bastard, if you don't voluntarily dig out the bones, you will be completely destroyed!"

"Didn't that person have a Huanqing Gu?! What the old man meant was to ask His Highness the Young Emperor to trick that bone over!"

"When he broke in today, it didn't look like he was completely controlled by the Huanqing Gu! What if the Gu worm fails?! Who will bear the consequences?! If you want me to say, use the bone-removing array to take advantage of people who are unconscious It's time to transfer the Zhijinggu out!"

Yin Lingxi rubbed his forehead with a headache, and said in a deep voice, "Stop arguing."

The meeting hall suddenly fell silent.

Yin Lingxi looked to the left at an elder wearing a half-mask: "Elder Huang, what do you mean by bone shifting array?"

Elder Huang hurriedly got up and said: "His Royal Highness, I have been looking through the ancient books for a long time, and found that there is a way to transfer Zhijinggu directly without the consent of the owner of Zhijinggu."

"Oh?"

Elder Huang said: "Put the person who is pregnant with the pure bone on the bone-removing formation, and cast a spell, and the pure bone can be taken out intact."

Yin Lingxi frowned gradually, tapped his fingertips on the table, and asked, "How long can the ancient magic circle remain stable?"

"This……"

"Returning to Your Highness, the ancient magic circle is still stable now, but it is uncertain when it will explode suddenly, after all, the millennium is coming soon."

Annoyance flashed in Yin Lingxi's eyes, "Aside from bone removal, does the Bone Removal Formation do any other damage?"

Elder Huang said: "Of course..."

The person next to him quietly winked at him, Elder Huang paused, and changed the topic: "Of course not."

Yin Lingxi fell silent, and after a long while, he asked, "Can the Bone-Removing Formation only take killing bones?"

"This..." Elder Huang pondered, "Yes, just be careful when taking the bone."

There was silence in the meeting hall.

After a long time, Yin Lingxi exhaled a sigh of relief, got up and said: "I understand, you should go and prepare for the bone-removing formation, and when the ancient magic circle starts to fluctuate again...then take the bone."

When Fuzhi woke up, he was being embraced by Yin Lingxi.

He tried to move, and sure enough, the aura in his body had been sealed.

"Are you awake?" Yin Lingxi bowed his head and smiled, "Are you hungry? I have someone prepare something to eat."

Fuzhi closed her eyes coldly.

Yin Lingxi was not annoyed, instead she pinched a piece of pastry, "Do you want me to feed you?"

Seeing that Fuzhi still didn't respond, he raised his eyebrows, and said leisurely: "It seems that I'm not hungry, it should be that I didn't work hard enough last night, so Master Jianzun is not hungry now, why don't I work harder now? "

"You...cough cough..." Fuzhi caught his breath in his throat, coughing continuously, Yin Lingxi patted him on the back, and said with a smile in his voice, "Do you still eat?"

Fuzhi finally took the cake in his hand slowly, frowned and took a bite.

"now it's right."

Yin Lingxi saw that he had eaten half of it, and suddenly got off the bed, squatted down in front of the bed, held the other hand that had pulled Fuzhi in the palm, and called softly: "Master."

Fu Zhi froze.

He looked at the young man squatting beside the bed.

Yin Lingxi's eyes were complicated.

How big the influence of Huanqing Gu was, ever since Fuzhi stabbed him with the sword, he was no longer sure.So he would rather choose the relatively safe method of bone harvesting, the bone transplanting array.

He stroked Fuzhi's wrist, if possible, he really didn't want to take the bone, just trap this person by his side, and live forever.

After the bone is taken, Fuzhi will definitely hate him, but it doesn't matter, he will seal all that memory and make up a false one, so that this person will love him forever, even if this love is fake.

Yin Lingxi looked at Fuzhi tenderly, "Master, shall we start over?"

Fuzhi was stunned for a while, then wanted to withdraw his hand, but it was held even tighter, he frowned: "Let go."

Yin Lingxi didn't seem to hear it, "Master, I sneaked into Tianyan Sect because I liked you the first time I saw you, but our identities... that's why I sneaked in later." Tian Yanzong, this is the only way to get close to you."

He apologized and said: "I didn't expect the way the demons express their liking, in the world of comprehension..."

A sneer floated on Fuzhi's lips: "East Heshan too?"

Knowing that he couldn't leave now, he kept the pastry in his hand aside, withdrew his hand expressionlessly, and lay down again.

Yin Lingxi looked at him and said in a low voice: "Master, I'm sorry, I hope you will give me a chance, and I will let you see my attitude."

He did what he said, and he really took the attitude of admitting his mistakes.

In the next month, Fuzhi will be extremely nourished. Not only will he have a "harmonious" sex life, but he will also be provided with countless delicacies. He only needs to act uncomfortable when the moon is full, and he will be cold in normal times. complexion.

After coughing a little, there are dozens of magic doctors waiting to take the pulse, and they can read the storybook when Yin Lingxi is away. Life is extremely comfortable.

It wasn't until the last chapter was finished that Fuzhi slowly began to plan the next step amid Ah Ruan's nagging.

……

Fuzhi was blindfolded, he said coldly, "Where are you going?"

Yin Lingxi took Fuzhi's hand and walked towards the back of the Demon Emperor's palace, and smiled when he heard this: "Master will know when he arrives."

The two walked through the winding corridors, and gradually, Fuzhi smelled the fragrance of peach blossoms.

Yin Lingxi finally stopped, turned to look at Fuzhi, and said in a low voice, "We're here."

He took off Fuzhi's blindfold.

Fuzhi opened his eyes.

A crimson peach grove came into view under the soft moonlight, and countless peach blossoms fell one after another, outlining a quiet and pure dreamland.

Yin Lingxi dug under a nearby peach blossom tree for a long time, and finally dug out a jug of wine. He raised his hand and wiped his face, leaving a ridiculous mud mark.

He turned the jar of wine in his hand, turned around and said with a smile: "Master, there is still peach blossom wine here!"

Fuzhi looked at him, slightly lost in thought.

The simple look of the young man smiling at him under the tree instantly coincided with the young man in his memory.In this sky full of peach petals, Fuzhi actually felt that this kind of scene seemed to have happened countless times before, and he subconsciously took a step forward.

Yin Lingxi's eyes lit up, he stood up and strode over, pulling Fuzhi to the gazebo next to him.

He poured a glass of wine himself, and the clear aroma of the wine permeated: "Master, have a drink."

Seeing that Fuzhi still showed his usual refusal, a wry smile gradually appeared on his face, then his face paled, he hurriedly put down the wine jar, covered his lips and coughed.

Fuzhi looked over and saw a little blood oozing from between his fingers, and was startled: "You..."

Yin Lingxi stopped, hurriedly wiped the blood from his palm, and said in a hoarse voice: "I'm fine, Master," he forced a smile, "I'm sorry, Master, I've been preparing the peach grove today, and I forgot to take the medicine. "

"...What's the matter with you?" Fuzhi's voice was low.

Yin Lingxi touched his heart subconsciously, shook his head and said, "I'm fine, it's just an old illness."

Fuzhi frowned, stretched out his hand and tore off the clothes on Yin Lingxi's chest, there was a sword wound on the chest

That was the scar left by the Duanchen Sword.

"...It's the sword I stabbed before."

Fuzhi's heart sank, he clearly remembered that the place where he pierced his heart vein was very clever, but it looked serious, but it would not cause real damage, but Yin Lingxi's appearance, obviously, his body was eroded by the Duanchen sword's sword energy For a long time.

Could it be that he didn't have a good sense of proportion at the time?

He couldn't help touching it with his hand, "It hurts?"

Yin Lingxi took advantage of the momentum and hugged Fuzhi, resting his head on his waist and abdomen, posing in the posture of Tianyanzong, rubbing against Fuzhi relyingly, his tone lowered a little, "It doesn't hurt, Master give Yes, I suffer."

Fu Zhi didn't push him away immediately, Yin Lingxi continued his efforts.

"Master, at the registration ceremony, I really didn't intend to deceive you. The only way I can think of to get close to you and make you remember me forever..."

His voice was bewildered and helpless, "I'm afraid you won't want me once you ascend, Master, I'm really scared..."

A hot tear fell on Fuzhi's hand hanging by his side, making him stiff. After a long time, he raised Yin Lingxi's face with a complicated expression: "You are crying."

Yin Lingxi's eyes were reddish, like a child with no direction, he looked up at Fuzhi with the posture of a weak person, with a thousand expectations in his eyes, he said cautiously: "Master, can you give me another chance?" ?"

He prayed: "Master..."

Yin Lingxi has always been very good at figuring out where Fuzhi is most soft-hearted, one sentence at a time, trying to say what Fuzhi will not refuse.

"..."

Fuzhi opened his mouth, and found that he was already defeated.

He never seemed to be able to reject this person.

He stared fixedly at the young man in front of him, for a long time, broke away from his embrace, and in the young man's extremely lonely eyes, drank the glass of peach blossom wine that was poured on the table.

Fu Zhi's hand holding the wine glass turned slightly white, pursed his lips and said, "From now on...don't lie to me."

He finally gave in.

No one knows how much courage he used to say this sentence.

He's taking a bankrupt gamble.

The door of my heart, which was covered with scars and closed tightly, quietly opened a soft gap again.

There is only one request and don't lie to me in the future.

Yin Lingxi was taken aback for a moment, and then he stood up suddenly, very happy, and hugged Fuzhi in his arms and turned around: "Really? Master, did you forgive me? I will never lie to you in the future !"

There was pure joy in his eyes, Fuzhi was taken aback by him, and after a while, the corners of his mouth were also bent quietly.

Peach blossoms were flying all over the sky between their clothes, and the altar of peach blossom wine was later used on Fuzhi, and Yin Lingxi drank it all.

……

Since that day, Fuzhi's attitude has softened day by day.

Yin Lingxi even undid the spiritual power blockage on him, and the two were almost inseparable. People who didn't know about it in the demon clan thought that there was going to be another queen in their clan.

Let Ah Ruan live without seeing it for more than half a month, and after another full moon, Fu Zhi nestled in Yin Lingxi's arms, and finally told it lazily: [It's time to do some tricks at the ancient magic circle, otherwise the progress will be slow. I can't move it...]

Ah Ruan sighed: [You still remember the progress bar. 】

It has been nearly two months since Fuzhi came to the Demon Race.The recovery rate of the desire fragments has only increased from 80.00% to 80.00%, and it hardly moves.

Fu Zhi: [Go quickly... I've been bored recently, I can't keep being so tired, I want a change. 】

Ah Ruan quickly flew out.

The demons were calm for another three days.

However, when everyone had no warning, the ancient magic circle shook violently!

Soon, all the high-level demons were entangled in a mass of hideous blood threads, greedily sucking their flesh, strength and vitality, and the demons howled suddenly.

The council urgently summoned all the elders.

Yin Lingxi stepped in with a sullen face, "This day is still here."

But what was unexpected was that he was clearly the strongest in the demon clan, but there was no blood line on his body. Although the rest of the people were curious, they couldn't find out why, so they had to attribute it to the ancestor demon and other things. plan.

Elder Huang immediately said: "The preparations for the Bone Shifting Formation have already been completed, and we just need to send someone. Look, Young Emperor..."

This matter cannot be delayed, every time it is delayed, the bloodline will be more violent, and the demons with lower strength are very likely to die directly.

Yin Lingxi closed his eyes, slowly clenched his palms, and after a long while, he said in a hoarse voice: "The emperor knows, it will be tonight."

When he returned to the dormitory, he found that Fuzhi was no longer here, and he habitually went to the peach forest behind to find someone.

Fuzhi just sat in the gazebo, drinking by himself.

Yin Lingxi calmed down a bit, walked over slowly, hugged Fuzhi from behind, and put his chin on his shoulder: "Master." He still likes to call him that.

Fu Zhi's eyes were soft, "Come?"

He has cultivated very well, his body is completely healed, and the cracks in his Dao heart are gradually decreasing.

Yin Lingxi gave a low hum, and just hugged him like this. The scenery of moonlight and peach blossoms falling, no matter how long you look at it, it is still beautiful.

He said: "Master, if I do something too much, will you be angry with me?"

Fuzhi paused, and asked back, "Do you like me?"

Yin Lingxi hugged him tightly: "I love you."

Fuzhi smiled, "I said, as long as you don't lie to me, I will never be angry with you."

"...Okay." Yin Lingxi was quiet for a while, "Master, you said earlier that if you don't ascend, stay with me, right?"

"En." Fuzhi nodded, wondering: "What's wrong with you today, why do you ask these questions?"

"It's nothing."

Yin Lingxi let go of him, and took out a pill, "Elder Huang gave it to me, and said it can heal the injury of Dao heart, master, use it quickly."

Fu knew he was there, twisted it up and put it on the tip of his nose to sniff, his eyes slightly bent: "It smells much sweeter than usual."

He put the pill into his mouth, and the pill melted in his mouth. Fuzhi didn't taste anything. He looked sideways at Yin Lingxi, "If all the medicines in the future..."

Before he could finish speaking, he paused suddenly and began to feel dizzy.

Fuzhi shook his head, supported the table and frowned and stood up, looking in the direction of Yin Lingxi suspiciously, "This pill...?" He wanted to raise his strength, but found that the aura in his body had disappeared again.

Fuzhi's eyes were blank, and his reaction was half a beat slow: "...Lingxi?"

Yin Lingxi embraced him tenderly, with regret and guilt in his eyes: "Master, I'm sorry, I need a piece of your bone."

Fuzhi said with difficulty: "...what kind of bone."

Yin Lingxi stroked his back, and said in a low voice: "I only take one piece of bone, Master, just one piece can cut off the ten thousand year old curse of the Demon Race."

"It won't have much impact on you, you said, you won't ascend, stay with me..."

Fuzhi knew the meaning of every word he said, but it took him a long time to react in his mind when he connected them together.

...take the bone?

Yin Lingxi hugged Fuzhi and walked towards the altar, Fuzhi suddenly struggled, but the pill didn't even seem to give him the strength to speak.

"Yin...Lingxi...you can't..."

Fuzhi was held in his arms, and Yin Lingxi comforted him: "It's okay, Master, it won't hurt, soon..."

"You... don't dig... I only have..."

Fuzhi couldn't utter a complete sentence, and the despair in his eyes made Yin Lingxi's heart sting, he paused, tore off a piece of his clothes, and tied them gently in front of his eyes, "Master, don't be afraid, if you don't see it, don't worry about it." I won't be afraid anymore, it won't hurt..."

The moment she was blindfolded, tears flowed down Fuzhi's eyes, and the despair in her heart reached its peak.He tried time and time again to get Yin Lingxi's attention, but in vain.

In front of the altar.

Another bone-removing formation was engraved on the ancient magic circle. Sensitive demonic energy overflowed from the ancient magic circle. Dozens of elders stood on the huge bone-moving formation struggling to support.

When Elder Huang saw Yin Lingxi, he immediately walked over and said solemnly, "Your Highness Young Emperor!"

Yin Lingxi hummed, looked at the person in his arms who had no voice, and reconfirmed: "The pills he took will definitely make him feel no pain? Will he forget everything about Zhijinggu after waking up?"

Elder Huang's eyes flashed, he lowered his head and said, "Naturally."

Seeing that Yin Lingxi was still frowning, Elder Huang urged: "Your Highness, it's too late!"

Yin Lingxi finally handed Fuzhi into his hands, and slowly pushed it aside, but he didn't realize that the moment he handed him over, Fuzhi's hand trembled.

Elder Huang didn't dare to stop for a moment, flew to the altar, and placed Fuzhi in the middle of the altar.

Someone nearby whispered: "Elder Huang, if the young emperor knows that the pill can only make people lose strength and seal spiritual power..."

Elder Huang's face turned cold, "Shut up."

The man with black silk eyes was lying on the altar, like a perfect sacrifice.

Elder Huang said in a deep voice, "Let's begin!"

boom!

A dark beam of light shot up into the sky, enveloping everything.

Yin Lingxi's expression was gloomy, he clenched his hands unconsciously, and the strings in his heart gradually tightened.

at the same time.

Tian Yanzong, Green Bamboo Mountain.

The jade pendant on the chest of the white-haired man in green clothes flashed slightly, and he frowned uncomfortably, showing faint signs of waking up.

……

The bone transplant lasted for a full five days, and Yin Lingxi stood guard in front of the altar.

He was stunned after finishing the official business sent by the Osprey, the demons