How to cough up blood

Gu Mianliang looked at him for a while, then walked over slowly.

As he approached, Fuzhi backed away step by step, eyes full of panic, and finally shrank herself in a corner, a small ball.

The shadow from the corner wrapped the boy tightly.Gu Mianliang squatted down and said softly, "Don't be afraid."

The boy still refused to raise his head, and after a long silence, he said: "...Is my face getting better?"

Gu Mianliang paused slightly.

Immediately, he remembered what the medical officer of the Demon Palace said when he just brought the boy back to the Yaozu:

"...The snake venom on the dagger is extremely vicious. The blood of the Akabane clan has the effect of healing, but the snake venom happens to be in conflict with this. If you want to completely cure it, you may have to exchange blood..."

But what is the difference between blood transfusion and death?

Seeing that he didn't speak for a long time, the guess in the young man's heart was confirmed, his body became cold inch by inch, and his fingers unconsciously caressed his right cheek again.

Gu Mianliang stretched out her hand and patted the young man's back with a low voice, "It doesn't matter if it gets better, if anyone dislikes you, just goug out that person's eyes."

Inexplicably, the voice seemed very soft.

Like before he regained his memory, the affection between ear and temple.

For a moment, the young man couldn't tell where he was, he slowly raised his head, covered his right face with one hand, his eyes were red, and stared blankly into Gu Mianliang's dark eyes.

"Father, don't you think I'm ugly?"

He slowly lowered his hand, the scar on his right face was exposed to the air, and the wound was oozing blood, which was terrifying.The young man has been observing Gu Mianliang's expression, but he has never found any disgust or disgust on it.

His tense body quietly relaxed, "Father..."

Gu Mianliang: "Yes."

"Father."

"I'm here."

The boy stopped talking, as if he had been comforted, a sincere smile faintly appeared on his face.

In fact, he doesn't care what others think of him, and he doesn't want to goug other people's eyes, at worst, he just wears a mask in the future.

All he cared about from the beginning to the end was Gu Mianliang alone.

As long as the person doesn't think he's ugly, he doesn't care what other people think.

There was a slight flame in the young man's eyes, he straightened his waist, completely showing his wounds under Gu Mianliang's eyelids, then mustered up the courage to lean forward and kiss him.

Gu Mianliang stood up, "You have a good rest, I'll make the medicine."

After finishing speaking, he turned and left, simply and coldly.

"..."

The young man lowered his head, clutching the hem of his clothes tightly, his joints turned white.

After a while, he covered his face in silence and quickly raised his hand, knocking down the wooden stick that opened the window.

With a click, the whole window fell down, the light from outside was completely blocked, and the whole room was darkened.

The boy in red curled up in the corner again.

As the morning light rose outside, all things sprouted, and there was no more light falling on him.

……

After Gu Mianliang closed the door, he turned his wrist, and a blood-red bead appeared in his palm.

"..."

The snow-white hair brushed against the side of his face, making him a little cold and heartless, and his downcast eyelids concealed his thoughts.After a while, Gu Mianliang sighed softly, and temporarily put away the blood beads.

After all, he has raised it for more than 300 years, and he doesn't want to use strong methods unless he has to.Xiao Que'er's body and mood are not stable right now, let's talk about Lingyu and Shouyuan in a few days.

Remembering the kiss he avoided just now...

Gu Mianliang pursed her lips, walked to the window, inexplicably wanting to go in and have a look again.But the next moment, he saw a slender hand quickly knock down the wooden stick supporting the window.

The window fell down, making a flickering sound, and it took a long time to quiet down.

...Does this mean that you don't want to see him?

Gu Mianliang put down her raised hand.

Either way.

Let Xiaoqueer figure it out for himself.

The white-haired man turned around to boil the medicine.

He owed this little sparrow a lot.

There is a chasm between them that will never be bridged.

can never be together.

Fu Zhi huddled in a corner without moving for a whole day, the sky gradually darkened, and she couldn't see her fingers in the room.

A wisp of ghostly air wrapped around his little finger silently.

"Son, I'm back..." It was a gloomy voice.

The boy moved, his throat was dry and hoarse: "...Senior guide?" He paused, "Have you finished your deep sleep?"

Ming Yu said distressedly: "Child, I heard the sorrow in your heart, you are calling me to guide the maze, so I came out."

"I... am calling you?" the boy hesitated.

"Yeah, after all, the only thing you can trust in this world is me. You are having a bad time. My child, your heart is crying."

Ming Yu said: "I know it all, it's what you think, Gu Mianliang refused to accept your kiss because of your disfigurement."

The boy forced a smile: "Father just won't be able to accept it for a while. When I put on the mask, he won't be able to see."

"Hey..." Mingyu sighed, "Have you ever thought that he doesn't love you at all?"

"How much do you know about him? Why did he take you to the ancient magic circle to search for the soul? Whose soul is he looking for?" Ming Yu's low voice seemed very ethereal, every sentence was a trap.

The young man didn't want to think too much: "It must be an old friend."

"Why did he call you A Fu when he lost his memory, but when he regained his memory, he turned his face so ruthlessly? Obviously you have already done intimate things, and even made a demon contract, didn't you?"

As Ming Yu spoke little by little, some details that were ignored by the young man in the past gradually emerged. He opened his mouth, but found that he couldn't say any rebuttal words.

Mingyu said temptingly: "...you want to know, what's in that bamboo house? I can help you."

"……help me?"

"Yes, I'll help you get rid of him, you go in and have a look."

"But, foster father never let me in," the boy hesitated, "I'm afraid he'll get angry..."

"You have already formed a bond, what are you afraid of?" Ming Yu said softly, "If he loves you, he won't be angry."

The last sentence completely shattered the boy's hesitation, and his eyes slowly became firm, "But there are restrictions there."

Mingyu: "I can let you in..." He quietly condensed a dagger with ghost energy, and it landed at Fuzhi's feet without a sound, "Child, this forbidden dagger can only be used once, so cherish it. "

After speaking, his voice gradually faded away and disappeared again.

Xiyou, who is far away from the ghosts and monsters, sits on the throne, slowly opens his eyes, and the strange patterns spread out in the corners of his eyes, and a gloomy smile curls up on the corners of his lips, "Gu Mianliang, this king gave you a good show." play."

Fuzhi curled up without moving for a long time, until the door of his room was opened by Gu Mianliang, he suddenly woke up, and subconsciously hid the forbidden dagger.

The strong scent of medicine spread out, and Gu Mianliang put the freshly fried medicine on the table.

It was too dark in the room.

He found the position of the candlestick and lit the lamp.

The faint candlelight lit up, and the young man in the corner flinched.

Gu Mianliang walked over silently, took out something from her arms, "Put it on."

After a while, Fuzhi only showed half of his eye, looking through the gap between his fingers.

It is a bamboo mask, the notches are all fresh, it should have just been made today.

"Oh..." The young man responded in a low voice, his pale hand fell on the mask, he took it obediently, and then turned his back, his posture was very strange, and he didn't put it on properly after wearing it for a long time.

A barely detectable sigh came from behind, and a scent of cold bamboo enveloped him. The young man paused, and then he realized that the mask in his hand was gently taken away, and tied in a knot at the back of his head.

"All right."

Fuzhi's heart relaxed, he couldn't tell what it was like, and finally stopped hiding, turned around quietly, and said in a low voice, "Thank you foster father."

The half mask on the boy's face completely covered the injury on his right cheek.

The bamboo mask was soaked in medicinal juice, and the color was black, with golden and red patterns carved on it, in the shape of a soaring red bird, very delicate.

Fuzhi walked to the table silently, looked at the bowl of black and sticky concoction on it, and didn't move for a while.It's not because it looks bitter, it's just that he remembered the fire snake demon flower that he went to pick before.

Still protected in the feathers of his heart.

He raised his hand to touch his heart.

Gu Mianliang saw it in her eyes: "Are you uncomfortable?"

Seeing that Fuzhi didn't speak, he sat down and looked over with a pair of calm eyes: "Yunfu, you don't have to take risks for me, I am in good health."

The young man took a sip of the medicine silently, then frowned deeply.He looked around and found that there was no preserved fruit that he usually likes to eat, so he had to swallow it with bitterness.

When he summoned the Nirvana Fire before, he begged the Demon Emperor not to tell Gu Mianliang.Otherwise, according to his temperament, once he knows that his lifespan is only a few hundred years, he may be locked up again until he breaks through.

After the fire of Nirvana entered his body, during the time he was lingering with Gu Mianliang, he used spiritual power to guide him a lot, so he was stable until now.

But the Akabane clan was inherited from the Phoenix, and the fire of Nirvana entered the body without a trace, so it is not so easy to completely digest it. The Fire Snake Demon Flower is the last step, and it is also an indispensable step.

Thinking like this, he couldn't help being a little dazed.

As a male bird, the female is subdued by humans.

The demon contract became a joke, her face was ruined, and she couldn't get what she asked for.

It's ridiculous to think about it. It's his own choice that he ended up in the current situation.

The boy unconsciously yelled, "Father..."

The hand holding the medicine bowl froze, then shook his head against Gu Mianliang's inquiring gaze, raised his head, and drank it all in one gulp.

Judging from the situation, if he gave the fire snake demon flower directly, the foster father would probably not drink it at all.Have to find another time.

He put down the medicine bowl: "I've finished drinking, if foster father is fine, let's go."

Gu Mianliang: "You have a good rest."

When he walked to the door, he heard the boy ask in a low voice: "...Did you make the mask yourself?"

Gu Mianliang supported the door frame, tilted her head slightly, only saw Fuzhi's shaking shadow on the ground, his Adam's apple rolled, and said: "Yes."

He waited for a while, but without waiting for the rest of the boy's movement, he closed the door gently.

The room was quiet.

The young man took off the mask on his face, looked at it carefully, and couldn't help a satisfied smile from the corner of his mouth.

Gu Mianliang's "yes" seemed to make him have a little more expectation.

It was made by the foster father.

The dim yellow wick flickered, and the blurred light fell on the mask. The depicted red bird seemed to be flapping its wings, but was firmly imprisoned in place.

There are obviously no chains or cages around, and the birds can't fly away, but he is willing to stay.