How to cough up blood

Chapter 28 [+1500 Nutrient Solution Added]

The night outside was dark, and it was indeed time to rest. Yin Lingxi lay stiffly beside Fuzhi, and the bamboo bed made a soft sound.

The bed curtain fell.

In the silence and darkness, all senses are infinitely magnified.

Yin Lingxi could even hear Fuzhi's shallow breathing.

A cool hand groped, and slowly clasped his wrist, Yin Lingxi opened his eyes, his body tensed a bit.

Fuzhi leaned over, her cold voice slightly hoarse: "Xiaoxi, you seem a little unhappy today."

He touched the cuff buttons on Yin Lingxi's sleeve and paused: "Did you take off your clothes?"

"...forgot." Yin Lingxi's voice tightened.

Fu Zhi didn't make a sound, although his long fingers hadn't held the sword for a long time, they were still very dexterous, and he undid his cuff buttons in two or three strokes, and reached under the quilt to untie his belt.

The black clothes were thrown outside the bed curtain, and there was a light sound when it landed.

Sensing his tension, Fuzhi kissed his Adam's apple, and her warm breath fell on the side of Yin Lingxi's neck, "It's because I overreacted today, I'm just worried about you."

Yin Lingxi clenched his palms slowly, his expression could not be seen clearly in the dark night.

With Fuzhi's character, he couldn't say anything apologetic, all apologies were integrated into his gentle movements, and he said in a low voice, "You don't need to move tonight."

The person beside him was as silent as a stone.

Fuzhi thought for a moment, then lowered his head and kissed Yin Lingxi's lips.

Then slowly move your body onto him and sit up.

Almost instantly, he realized that Yin Lingxi was not as calm as he had shown him.

Fuzhi teased him one after another, and he still had the leisure to talk to Ah Ruan in Zhihai: [Before, I was suppressed by him, and now I have to take the initiative, so I'm a little tired. 】

Ah Ruan blushed: [Master, according to the age of our companion spirit, I am not yet an adult! 】

Fuzhi didn't have the slightest psychological burden: [Ah...it's okay, there is no harm in knowing more things. 】

Ah Ruan rushed back to the depths of Fuzhi's spiritual consciousness: 【Master, shame! 】

Fu Zhi felt a little funny, and once again concentrated all her attention.

"Immortal Venerable..."

Yin Lingxi finally couldn't hold back, and called out softly, his voice was very hoarse.

He held Fuzhi's hand in his fiery palm, preventing his next move, "You're not in good health yet, I don't want to."

Although the body nourished by the heart and blood of the demons is much better than when the bones were just dug out, it is still weaker than ordinary mortals, especially at this moment when they are about to change lanes.

He didn't want to watch Fu Zhixiu say ruthlessly.

But this is the only way for Fuzhi to survive, as long as he can survive, he can do anything.

When Fuzhi was stopped by him, a trace of displeasure flashed in his eyes for being interrupted, but it didn't show on his face, he still maintained his own persona, with a puzzled voice: "What's the matter with my body?"

As soon as this question came up, Yin Lingxi secretly felt something was wrong.

Sure enough, Fuzhi seemed to be in deep thought, he frowned and rubbed his forehead, "I can't remember... My head hurts..."

"Don't think about it," Yin Lingxi hurriedly said, "The Immortal is fine, I'm talking nonsense."

Fuzhi asked him, "Then why don't you want to?"

After a while, Yin Lingxi said in a low voice: "I was thinking about it, but I didn't want you to be tired." He supported Fuzhi's shoulder and made him lie down, "I'll do it."

A dark color brewed in Yin Lingxi's dark pupils, but then, he let out a deep breath, suppressing all the impulses.

No, Fuzhi's current body is too fragile, and it is extremely tempting to him, he is afraid that he will lose control.

"Xianzun, I will serve you today."

He gently took off the underwear under Fu Zhi's body, and lowered his head.

……

……

As the moon was setting, Fuzhi fell asleep exhausted.

Yin Lingxi's heartbeat gradually calmed down, it was no longer so fast, and her lips were a little strangely red.

He fumbled for a brocade handkerchief and wiped the corners of his mouth. After a while, he threw the wet brocade handkerchief aside, and gently hugged Fu Zhi into his arms.

The person in his arms was warm and real, as if he had returned to the time when Fuzhi forgave him again in the Demon Race.

Yin Lingxi originally thought that he would not be able to fall asleep, but his brain was inexplicably lethargic, and an invisible force slowly dragged him into sleep.

in a dream.

He was walking on a misty mountain peak.

All that could be seen was a winding path leading to a two-story bamboo house with a verandah outside.

here is……

Yin Lingxi was slightly taken aback, this is the scene Fuzhi described to him today.

Soon, he saw two people coming out of the bamboo house one behind the other.

One was Fuzhi, but the other couldn't see clearly, his figure and facial features were very blurred.

Yin Lingxi was sure almost instantly that this person was the one Fuzhi had loved deeply before.

He thought blankly, so this is Fuzhi's memory?Why did he come here?

In the dream, Fuzhi was intimate with another person, passing Yin Lingxi as if no one else was around.

Yin Lingxi followed subconsciously, trying to see the man's face clearly, but the distance between them was getting farther and farther, and the surrounding fog was gradually thickening. He couldn't help speeding up his pace in a hurry, and then stepped into the air, It fell down in an instant!

The morning light passed through the window, Yin Lingxi sat up suddenly, his forehead was covered with cold sweat.

It took a long time before the palpitations subsided.

After he regained his composure, he turned his head to look at Fuzhi, just in time to meet the eyes he just opened, Yin Lingxi paused, then smiled, "Are you awake?"

Unexpectedly, Fuzhi stared at him for a long time, as if it took him a long time to recognize who he was, his eyes were troubled.

"Xiaoxi, am I really sick? I... seem to forget you very easily..."

Yin Lingxi hugged him, "Yes, Immortal Venerable is sick, and in four days, I will send you to a different place."

"Will it be cured?" He didn't have any doubts about Yin Lingxi's words, he completely trusted and even worried, "Will it be cured? I don't want to forget you."

"Yes." Yin Ling said westward.

You will never forget, you will only forget the person you love deeply, not him.

When Fu Zhi's ruthless Taoism is realized, the two of them will be enemies.

Despite his assurances, Fuzhi still seemed uneasy, so he found a small notebook from somewhere that day, and wrote something in it all day long.

It's so mysterious that even Yin Lingxi can't see it.

Four days passed quickly, and Yin Lingxi still had that strange dream, but she couldn't see the faces of the people around Fuzhi clearly.

Gradually, he no longer cared about it, used up all the photo stones, and recorded the four days together with Fuzhi forever.

Until the fifth day, the 49 Love Breaking Pills were fully effective.

Fuzhi was unconscious, and her memory was being erased bit by bit.

Yin Lingxi picked him up, opened the door, and there was a man in green clothes and white hair standing at the door.

Gu Mianliang stretched out her hand and said softly, "Give it to me."

"..."

Yin Lingxi pursed his lips, "I want to send him to Cangwu Peak."

Gu Mianliang's expression remained unchanged: "Give it to me."

Yin Lingxi tightened her arms, and finally slowly delivered Fuzhi to Gu Mianliang's hands, who took it, turned around and left.

He stood there in a daze, watching the two walk away.

Soon, a huge and complicated magic circle rose from Cangwu Peak, and then shrunk sharply, covering the main hall on the peak.

A huge funnel rolled up in the sky, the Sanskrit sound of the Dao of Heaven was faint, and the lane change began.

Yin Lingxi remained silent, his fists clenched and loosened.

In the faint morning light, the cool wind blows the peach petals on the ground, and a small booklet comes into view.

He paused for a moment, walked over to pick up the booklet, it was the booklet that Fu Zhi always kept in his hand to write things down these days, it should have just dropped by accident.

Yin Lingxi blew the dust on it, found a peach blossom tree at random, leaned under the tree, and flipped through a page casually.

What I see is a mess of ink, it doesn't look like it would be written by Fu Zhi, and many things are repeated and redundant

I am happy with Xiaoxi.

I just wrote my Xinyue Xiaoxi in the morning, but I don’t remember it in the afternoon, so I will write it down again.

……

Yin Lingxi recalled the cute look of Fuzhi frowning and memorizing things two days ago, and his eyes softened for a moment.

He looked at the word 'Xiaoxi' and felt infinite envy in his heart.

He has never had this kind of pure love, and what he has is only the sporadic warmth of his childhood, and the short-lived and illusory love that was tricked by the joyous emotion voodoo.

Fuzhi, who usually doesn't talk much, writes fragmentary and nagging.

He turned the page down again

I almost forgot again, Xiaoxi said that I would be fine, but I still didn't believe it, I was afraid that I would forget him.

Xiaoxi seems to have said that he would make peach blossom wine for me, but I don't know if I remembered it wrong, I will ask him later.

I had a nightmare. I dreamed that someone came to arrest Xiaoxi. I stopped them and was nailed to the ground by three spears. It was raining. Before he died, I saw Xiaoxi and cried.

In the dream, I didn't have the strength to wipe away his tears.

I want to tell him, I've killed all the people who chased you, get out of here quickly.

But I can't make a sound at all, and I can't protect him in the future.

Fortunately, it was just a dream.

Tomorrow I'm going to get medical treatment, and what I'm most worried about is that I won't remember Xiaoxi anymore, he will be sad.

Yin Lingxi felt a throbbing pain in his heart, a feeling of suffocation that couldn't be suppressed, and the tip of his nose was slightly sore. He raised his hand to wipe the corners of his eyes, only to realize that he was crying unknowingly.

how so.

There were still a few pages at the back of the booklet, Yin Lingxi flipped through them hastily.

Only one sentence was written in the back, and I wrote it nearly a thousand times

Xianzun likes Xiaoxi.

Immortal Venerable likes Xiaoxi...

The pen is rigorous and serious, with every stroke, as if to imprint this sentence in my heart forever and engrave it into my soul.

The sword master with an indifferent personality, under the lamp and candle, wrote this childish sentence nearly a thousand times.

Like an eternal oath.

"Immortal Venerable likes Xiaoxi..."

Yin Lingxi said nana, and suddenly, the dream mirror he put on his heart burned, and then a burst of intense white light burst out, and a strange yet familiar memory rushed into his mind.

He saw someone reaching out to pull him up from the ghost cliff, saw the mountain full of peach blossoms, and saw the man smiling and reaching out to him.

"Xiaoxi, come here..."

"Xianzun, do you please me?"

"I want to drink peach blossom wine."

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

"I don't know... what it means to be happy alone... But Xiaoxi is probably... the only person I am willing to... stay with for the rest of my life..."

The images that flashed one after another were the two of them.

The sky was dark, and under the drizzle was an endless river of blood.

The Immortal Venerable was nailed to the ground, and beside him was a young man in black kneeling. The young man screamed in pain and despair, filling his heart with all the sorrow between heaven and earth.

It was Yin Lingxi's face.

"Do not……"

Yin Lingxi held her head in pain, tears overflowed from the corners of her eyes, and there was a choked sob in her throat.

He didn't know how long it took before he opened his eyes, his eye sockets were red, and he held the booklet firmly in his hand, a huge sense of emptiness and absurdity swept over him.

Yin Lingxi's gaze slowly fell on the booklet, as if seeing something terrifying, he threw it aside suddenly, picked it up nervously the next second, and patted it extremely precious.

Crying and laughing like a madman.

"it's me……"

"Xiaoxi is me, he loves me, he really loves me..."

Ten years of dreams, there is no joy Gu, no conflict between immortals and demons.

There are only two people who don't know each other and have been in love for ten years in a dream.

Pure and pure, it is the innocent love that Fuzhi gave him.

Yin Lingxi stood up staggeringly, and flew towards Cangwu Hall in a panic.

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