How to cough up blood

Gu Mianliang lowered her eyes, looking at her red wrist that was caught, and after a while, she opened Fuzhi's fingers little by little, and he took half a step back, still saying that sentence in his mouth.

"Yunfu, stop making trouble."

The young Baba took a step forward, like a little beast that was about to be abandoned, tears fell on the back of Gu Mianliang's hand before he could take it back, "Father, I didn't make trouble..."

"We have been blessed by the Moon God during the Moon Worship Festival, and we have sworn oaths in the Four Barren Mountains. These things can't be said to be gone, it's not allowed..."

He was flustered and at a loss as he spoke desperately what Gu Mianliang had said to him, trying to remind the man in front of him.

Unfortunately, the boy only heard a sigh.

Gu Mianliang: "Let's forget about it today, you think about it, and you are not in a hurry to unlock the demon contract."

After finishing speaking, he entered the third bamboo house again.The moment the door closed, the boy's eyelashes trembled, and his other bare foot landed on the ground. He squatted down slowly, holding his arm blankly.

For a long time, he buried his head in his arms, sobbing extremely wronged in his throat.

Day two.

The boy waited outside the door of the third bamboo house for a whole day, but Gu Mianliang did not come out.

The third day, the fourth day.

Still no movement.

The young man thought about it countless times, counting all his shortcomings.

For example, he can't cook, is too clingy, and is too disobedient during family studies.

So he started to learn how to cook and blew up countless iron pots before he brought out the first plate of decent cakes, which was placed outside the third bamboo hut.

The young man wiped the ashes from his face, feeling a little happy, and wanted to reach out to knock on the door, but stopped.

Not too clingy, he thought.

So he withdrew his hand again, quietly huddled up by the door, and when the pastry was cold, he ran to warm it up, and then waited.

By the end, the pastry was inedible, and he started over, plate after plate.

Until he received a summons from the Demon Emperor Zhihe:

"Yunfu, there is already news about the Fire Snake Demon Flower that you asked Gu to find before, but you need to go to the Wolf Clan to ask about the specific situation. Feng Yang's Gu has already notified him, and he will wait for you at the entrance of the Wolf Clan."

Fire snake demon flower.

Fuzhi's eyes lit up.

He hastily put down the pastry he just took out, wiped his hands casually on his clothes, and planned to go to the wolf clan to find Feng Yang immediately.

Once the demon flower is found, it can be used as medicine, and there will be no other hidden dangers on the foster father.

There was a little smile on the boy's face, but it disappeared as if thinking of something.He paused at the door hesitantly for a while, then lightly knocked on the door of the third bamboo house.

The voice couldn't be lower: "Father, I'm going out for a while, I'll be back soon..."

After waiting for a while, there was no movement inside, and the faint expectation in the young man's eyes gradually extinguished like a flame in the wind.

He turned around, turning his head three times a step, until the bamboo forest blocked him and he couldn't see the house, then he turned into a gorgeous fiery red bird and flew towards the wolves.

That room was never opened.

wolves.

Here is a deep jungle.

A red bird landed and turned into a handsome young man. He raised his chin and said to the two guards guarding the entrance of the wolf tribe: "Where is your young master?"

The guard said respectfully: "Please show your visit token."

Neither Yaohuang nor Feng Yang told him that he needed any tokens.

Fu Zhi raised his eyebrows, a little sullen, "I said, where is your young master?"

The guard's tone was firm: "No tokens, no entry!"

Boy: "You"

"Yunfu! Yunfu!" A young man with short hair and flamboyantly ran out of the dense forest, his dark green eyes were shining brightly. He pushed aside the guards on both sides, and came to Fuzhi out of breath, "You are here."

The guards on both sides lowered their heads: "Young master!"

Feng Yang scratched his head, a smirk appeared on his handsome face: "Didn't I give you the Spike Fang necklace before? That is the highest token."

Fuzhi vaguely remembered such a thing, he coughed softly: "Come on, it's been so long, how can I remember it?"

"My mistake, my mistake," Feng Yang admitted his mistake immediately, and led Fuzhi in. He paused before leaving, glanced at the guards on both sides from the corner of his eye, and squinted, "Remember this Red Feather Clan Chijun, in the future See, let go directly."

The wolves have always focused on territorial awareness, and this has never happened before.

The guard suppressed the shock in his heart: "Yes!"

Passing through layers of dense dense forest, the more you go in, the more guards there will be.The wolves like to live alone, and the young master has a special territory, so Feng Yang brought Fuzhi to his own territory.

The stone-built palace, with dark tones on both sides, faint candles flickering on and off.

"Yunfu, you can do whatever you want."

Fuzhi looked around, the Akabane clan never liked such a gloomy environment, so he asked straightforwardly, "Where is the Fire Snake Demon Flower?"

Feng Yang paused, and rubbed his nose in embarrassment: "I only know where it is, but that place is too dangerous, so I haven't taken it yet..."

Fuzhi frowned delicately: "Then you tell the Demon Emperor to let me come over?"

Seeing that he was angry, Feng Yang hurriedly said: "I didn't mean it, I just wanted to see you!" He looked at Yan Fuzhi aggrievedly, "After you succeeded Chi Jun, the family history has never been here again, I am already very tired. I haven't seen you for a long time..."

"...Where is the Fire Snake Demon Flower now?" The young man let out a deep breath, suppressing the depression in his heart, "I will go get it myself."

"No, it's too dangerous!"

"Feng Yang," Chiyu flickered slightly between Fuzhi's eyebrows, and the power of the Chiyu royal family faintly revealed, his voice cooled down: "I don't want to repeat it a third time."

Seeing that he was really angry, Feng Yang drooped his ears.

"On the highest cliff of Snake Mangu, it's too gloomy and there are many evil factions. If you see monsters, you will catch them. We sent many people there, but they didn't come back... Hey! Yunfu! Where are you going?!"

Before he finished speaking, Fuzhi turned into a red bird and flew out directly. He hurriedly chased to the door, only in time to catch a few sporadic flames.

He looked up anxiously at the horizon: "Yunfu"

He was answered with a crisp cry.

The red bird quickly turned into a streak of light on the horizon and disappeared.

Snake Mangu.

The place is filled with fog all the year round, and there are sticky and cold snakes slowly climbing through the wet stone cracks.

A snake as small as chopsticks raised its head, and a red figure walking slowly along the edge of the cliff was reflected in its eyes.

Fuzhi frowned, covered his nose and leaned forward, slowly groping forward.The aura of the red bird on his body is the natural enemy of snakes, and no snakes without long eyes approached him for a while.

It's just that the mist here is really too big, it may be mixed with miasma and toxins that paralyze the human body, if you inhale too much, you will feel dizzy.

"Fire snake demon flower..."

where?

The young man frowned, his eyes condensed spiritual power, carefully recalling the characteristics of the Fire Snake Demon Flower, and searched inch by inch above the valley.

But after searching for a long time, I didn't see the shadow of half a flower.The young man exhaled, glanced at the opposite mountain inadvertently from the corner of his eye, and suddenly froze.

A faint red light came into view.

On the peak a thousand meters away, there is a crimson flower slowly blooming in the thick mist, like a red lantern.

Fuzhi's eyes lit up, and he turned into a red bird and flew over, the sharp beak accurately and swiftly uprooted the many flowers!

At this moment, a bright red snake rushed out from the root of the flower very quickly, and its thick fangs rushed straight to Zhi's front palm.

Disdain flashed in Chiniao's eyes, and its sharp claws pierced fiercely into the Fire Snake's seven inches, throwing it off without mercy.Immediately, he couldn't help but let out a low cry, landed on the mountain peak, turned into a human form, and took a closer look at the fiery snake demon flower.

After making sure that it was not damaged, he happily put it away and hid it in the feathers in front of his chest.

The young man walked back muttering: "It's not as difficult as Feng Yang said..."

There was an almost unidentifiable sound of the engine being pulled from the dark.click.

A cluster of extremely fast black arrows pierced through the air, piercing the young man's right shoulder fiercely!The splashed blood sprayed on the ground in an instant.

Fuzhi didn't even have time to feel the pain, his eyes turned black, he fell straight to the ground, but fell into a cold embrace

"Hey... look what I caught, a red bird that threw itself into the net, I haven't seen it for hundreds of years..."

The voice trembled with excitement, he stroked the boy's back obsessively, "Let me study and peel it off, and you..."

The boy struggled for a moment, only saw a red snake printed on the man's tiger's mouth, and then lost consciousness.

……

A few days later, Gu Mianliang came out of the bamboo house, with deep exhaustion between her brows.

He closed the door, put away the blood in his hand, and when he lowered his head, he saw the plates of dried pastries on the ground.

"..."

He knelt down and twisted a piece.

The pastry powder stuck to his hands, and he could smell the residual fragrance.

Red petals can be vaguely seen on it, and Gu Mianliang recognized it as the invitation moon flower.

He frowned slightly, stood up, and raised his hand to destroy all these things.

He returned to his room, and the surroundings were quiet, without the usual noise at all.Gu Mianliang suppressed the discomfort in her heart, and knocked on Fuzhi's door, only to find that he was not there.

A layer of dust fell inside, and it was said silently that no one has been here for a long time.

Gu Mianliang was stunned, and then he remembered that Yunfu didn't like to live in the human race's room on weekdays, and he always rested in the bird's nest on the tree of Lanyuetan.

Yunfu told him, but he never paid much attention to it.

He narrowed his eyes and planned to go to Lanyuetan to have a look.

Just at this moment, there was an aura of wolves blowing outside, Feng Yang hurried in, his dark green eyes were full of anxiety: "Yunfu? Yunfu, are you here?!"

When he saw Gu Mianliang, his eyes lit up, and he came over out of breath: "Uncle, do you know where Yunfu is? I can't find him anywhere!"

Gu Mianliang frowned: "He's not here."

Feng Yang's face turned pale, and he murmured: "He won't really go..."

Seems like a lot has happened lately.

Gu Mianliang narrowed her eyes slightly: "Where did it go? Isn't Yunfu in the Yaozu?"

"Earlier, Yunfu asked me to find the whereabouts of the Fire Snake Demon Flower, saying that he wanted to heal your wounds, but after collecting countless information, I finally found one in Snake Valley, but it is too dangerous there."

Feng Yang briefly explained the matter, and the more he talked, the more he regretted it.

"I originally planned to go with him, but he left too hastily. I thought he was just preparing for it. Now it seems that he may really have gone to the Valley of Snakes by himself..."

Gu Mianliang's face was not very good-looking, "Snake Mangu, where is that?"

Feng Yang: "There is a group of evil cultivators over there, who specially arrest our monster race for cultivation. I'm just worried..."

"Location," Gu Mianliang's eyes had already turned cold, the light golden color flashed by very quickly, and the killing intent pervaded his whole body, overwhelming Feng Yang so much that he couldn't breathe.

With difficulty, he took out a topographic map of the Snake Valley, "Here you are..."

Gu Mianliang took it over, glanced at it hastily, frowned, and disappeared in place the next second.

A long time after he left, the killing intent that emerged from the mountain of corpses and sea of ​​blood slowly dissipated.Feng Yang heaved a sigh of relief, only to realize that his back was soaked.

Royal Snake Sect Dungeon.

Sticky drops of blood dripped down.

There was a dirty and foul smell from the instruments of torture, and the rats scurried into the darkness.

Unhurried footsteps came from far to near, and a slender red snake crawled on the black belt.

He paused, "Open the door,"

The jailer disciple guarding the prison door called out in a low voice: "Yes, suzerain." Then he opened the prison door swiftly with his hands and feet, and the iron chain made a rattling sound.

squeak

The door was pushed open.

The fresh smell of blood rushed to his face, and the red snake on the man's waist suddenly stood up, spitting out the snake letter.

A young man in red was hanging in the prison.

His hands were bundled high, hanging from the beam, his clothes slipped off, revealing his slender arms and the scars all over them, the lute bone was pierced by the iron tool of the demon, and his feet barely touched the ground.

Countless blood flowed from his body, but not a single drop was wasted, it was collected.

His whole body showed an abnormal paleness, his head was lowered, his eyes were closed tightly, his breath seemed to be absent, his black hair fell down, dripping wetly.

Wen Hanyin grabbed the snake around his waist, wrapped it around his fingertips, then scooped up a basin of water beside him, and slowly poured it on the boy's face.

"Cough cough cough..."

The boy trembled all over, choked and coughed, and opened his eyes weakly.

Wen Han introduced him to wake up, raised his eyebrows, and pinched Fuzhi's jaw with his fingers, forcing him to raise his head: "Why don't you scold me?" His tone became cold, "If you let me hear it again, I will cut you off." tongue."

The young man smiled lowly, revealing the ferocity of a beast for no reason, some blood froth overflowed from his mouth, spat out Wen Hanyin's face, and said in a hoarse voice: "...you must not fall into my hands. "

Wen Hanyin wiped the blood from his face and smiled.

He looked at the red feather between the young man's eyebrows, it was gorgeous and dazzling, printed on his pale skin, like a most noble and proud flower, arousing pity.

"It's okay," he said, "Chiniao is full of treasures, I don't mind if you vomit more."

He smiled, stretched out his hand on the iron implement piercing through Fuzhi's lute bone, and then turned the iron implement vigorously around.Between the friction of flesh and blood, you can even hear the crackling sound of bones breaking.

The blood flowed faster.

A suppressed sob overflowed from the boy's throat, and his pupils were so painful that they became dizzy.

"The red birds all look so proud. It's really disgusting and disgusting. I'll eat your meat when your blood is gone." Wen Hanyin said.

He caressed his face, there were three scratch marks on it, which destroyed a fairly handsome face to an incomparably ferocious level.

"This is left by a red bird hundreds of years ago, it should be your ancestor..."

Fu knew the pain was blurred, his long eyelashes were wetted and looked softer, he bit his bleeding lip, drawing a boundless beauty on his pale skin.

Wen Han paused suddenly, looked at the boy's face, and murmured softly, "It's really an eyesore."

He took out a dagger, pressed the red snake's fangs, and applied a thin layer on it, then moved his gaze to the right side of the boy's face, and smiled happily.

After a while.

Wen Hanyin threw away the dagger in a good mood, and left the cell humming a little tune: "Look carefully, don't let anyone in."

"Yes!"

He holds a jar of blood in his hand.

It is the purest part extracted from the blood of the Akabane clan.

Wen Hanyin felt a little regretful, she had shed so much blood, but only purified such a small pot.He shook his head, intending to go to the back mountain to see those precious snakes he raised.

But as soon as he walked to the front hall, he heard a loud explosion outside, the flames soaring into the sky spread rapidly, and a powerful pressure suddenly descended.

Wen Hanyin's eyes tightened, this coercion...is approaching the Mahayana period? !

He hurriedly walked two steps, ran into a disciple head-on, knelt down in front of him in a panic, and said tremblingly: "Zong, Zongzhu! There is a white-haired man who said he came here to find someone, and asked if we have seen him?" A red bird, isn't that what you caught a few days ago..."

"Shut up!" The snake in Wen Hanyin's hand rushed out, biting the disciple's neck, and he died within two seconds.

His face was gloomy and terrifying, and his heart was covered with an ominous premonition, so he made a quick decision, turned and ran to the secret road behind.

A cyan streamer accurately hit him.

Wen Hanyin froze all over and couldn't move any more. He maintained this awkward posture and forced a smile: "I don't know which senior came to visit, but I didn't entertain you enough."

A blue light flashed outside very quickly, it almost became an afterimage, white hair was raised in the air, a pair of dark pupils locked on Wen Hanyin, he dodged over, and pinched his cold fingers on the other's neck.

"Where is the man?"

The tip of Gu Mianliang's right index finger is getting hotter and hotter.

That was the demon contract concluded at the beginning.

Yao Qi reacted.

It means that Fuzhi is nearby.

Wen Hanyin blushed, "I...I don't know..."

As he spoke, he hid the jar of blood in his hand behind his back.

Gu Mianliang shook off him, snatched the jar over, opened it and smelled it.

After a while, he raised his head expressionlessly, and slowly clenched his fingers. He squatted down, his eyes were mixed with gold and black, and his palm lightly fell on Wen Hanyin's cap: "This is the blood of the Akabane clan. Say you don't know..."

Wen Hanyin still wanted to quibble: "I"

His pupils shrank.

Slowly, the facial features overflowed with blood.

Gu Mianliang pressed his hand on his head slightly, and his spiritual consciousness had penetrated into the opponent's sea of ​​consciousness: "If you don't tell me, I will see for myself."

Soul search.

Those who perform the spell will encounter karmic obstacles on the road to practice in the future, and those who suffer from the spell can be stupid at least, or dead at worst.Such a vicious method would never be easily used by anyone.

Gu Mianliang took a few quick glances, only seeing where Fuzhi was locked up, she became impatient, let go of her hand and didn't look any further, seized the time and rushed to the dungeon.

He went all the way, killing many people, until he reached the cell where Fuzhi was being held, he hesitated for a rare moment, but only for a moment, he came back to his senses and pushed open the cell door.

After seeing the situation inside, Gu Mianliang's breath stagnates.

The messy black hair covered the young man's face. He lowered his head, unable to see the expression on his face clearly, only drops of blood dripped down continuously.

In a trance, such clouds and floats actually brought back Gu Mianliang's deep-seated memory.

His body was covered in blood, very much like the way Ah Fu sealed the demon from life before he died.

For a moment, he couldn't tell the reason for the dull pain in his heart.

Gu Mianliang walked over quickly, put the boy down, and subconsciously called him: "Ah Fu..."

As soon as these two words came out, he himself was also stunned, and then he pursed his lips and carefully inspected the situation of the young man in his arms.

After a while, he was slightly relieved.

Excessive blood loss, exhaustion of spiritual energy, the most serious injury is the pierced lute bone.But fortunately, there is no irreversible fatal injury.

It was so tense until now, and after a little relaxation at this moment, Gu Mianliang realized that there was a layer of sticky cold sweat on his palms at some point, and his heartbeat was abnormally fast.

At this moment, the young man turned his head as if feeling uncomfortable, and leaned against Gu Mianliang's chest, his hair fell to the side, revealing the right half of his face covered by the hair.

Gu Mianliang looked over and felt that the blood all over her body seemed to be frozen by the cold air in the prison.

On the right side of the young man's face, there were three deep and ugly scratches. From the corner of the eye to the jaw, the flesh and blood had turned out and had already begun to rot. It was ferocious and frightening, like a ghost crawling out of hell.

half a month later.

Yaozu, Bamboo House.

The morning light came in from the half-opened window, shining on the boy lying on the bed.

His eyelids trembled slightly, his eyelashes trembled slightly, and he slowly opened his eyes.

Fuzhi was at a loss for a moment, then covered his forehead with a headache, and sat up slowly, there was still a little pain in the luteal bone, but it was not obvious.

...he was rescued?

Who saved him, foster father?

The young man couldn't help showing some joy, he slowly rolled over and got out of bed, coughed on his lips, then paused, and slowly touched his face.

It was covered with a bandage.

He froze for a moment, and carefully touched his right cheek, through the thin bandage, he could feel rough bumps under his fingertips.

The young man's face gradually turned pale, and he vaguely heard the dagger that Wen Hanyin threw on the ground in the prison before.

His hands began to tremble, and he tore off the bandage on his face almost in a panic.

One face was exposed to the air, the left half of the face was like fine porcelain, shining brightly in the morning sun, and the right half of the face had three deep scars.

Fuzhi rubbed it with shaking hands for a moment, then looked around the room quickly, and the bronze mirror that was originally placed on the small table beside the bed disappeared.

Everything that could be seen as a figure was taken away.

"..."

He is not a fool, the wound on the lute bone has almost healed, why the wound on the face is not healed yet.

The young man's face was pale and helpless, he shifted his gaze to the teapot on the table, staggered over in two or three steps, picked up the teapot and shook it, there was water in it.

Whoa!

He threw the teapot on the ground.

The water inside flowed out and merged into a small pool of sparkling water.

The splinters scratched his calf, and the blood snaked down and melted into the water.

The boy lowered his head and stared blankly at the figure in the water.

The wound on the face was only half healed, and the middle was turned out, and the flesh that hadn't grown well was still tinged with scarlet blood.

Ferocious and ugly.

It looks like a ghost, in stark contrast to the perfection of the left face.

The boy shivered subconsciously, and took a step back.

At this time, Gu Mianliang heard the movement inside and pushed the door in. He saw the water marks on the ground and the young man who was stunned aside, and paused slightly, "Yunfu..."

Unexpectedly, the young man trembled suddenly, and hurriedly covered his right face. He seemed to want to smile, but tears fell first, and he took a few steps back in embarrassment, knocking down the chair behind him.

The young man turned half of his body in embarrassment, only letting Gu Mianliang look at his left side, like a bird trying to hide its ugliness.

He panicked, "Father, don't come here!"

The young man seemed to realize that his tone was a bit tough, and finally he smiled soothingly. The wound on his right cheek began to tear, and pus and blood flowed out, sticking to his fingers.

"I'm fine, I'm fine, you go out first..."

Gu Mianliang's expression was complicated, he looked at the boy's eyes

For the first time, he failed to find the familiar pride and self-confidence in it, but some humble prayers.