How to cough up blood

Fuzhi drank the medicine every day, and his health gradually improved.

During the period, Feng Yang came to look for him a few times, but was blocked by Gu Mianliang.

Fuzhi felt a little embarrassed, after all, Feng Yang had given the news about the Fire Snake Demon Flower back then, so he picked a time and asked Feng Yang to come out.

Yaozu has been foggy recently, and they made an appointment to meet near the ethnology.

As soon as they met, Feng Yang stared blankly at the mask on Fuzhi's face: "Yunfu, what's wrong with your face?"

Fuzhi found a place, sat down casually, "I'm disfigured."

Maybe it was because his tone was too calm, Feng Yang's first reaction was that he was joking, so he scratched his head and smiled, "Stop joking, your mask is pretty pretty."

"Don't believe it?"

Fuzhi raised his eyebrows. He didn't move for the past few days because he was waiting for Xiyou to push Gu Mianliang away so that he could go on. Unfortunately, after waiting for so many days, he didn't see any other movement .

boring.

Feng Yang, this little wolf is really innocent, he rarely thought of teasing him, so he simply took off his mask: "Here, see for yourself."

Three ferocious scars on the right face were exposed, like three centipedes baring their teeth and claws, completely destroying this stunning face.

The smile on Feng Yang's face froze.

Immediately, he was furious, his fangs were looming, and his green pupils were full of murderous intent: "Who did it?!"

He seemed to want to touch Fuzhi's face, but he took it back, anxious and angry, but there was nothing he could do. In the end, a wolf roar burst out from his throat, and he wailed like a big dog, squatting on Fuzhi in aggrieved know next to.

I was so distressed that I almost cried.

The wolf tribe will not leave if they recognize a person, and they will die by this person's side.

Speaking of Feng Yang's age, he was not much different from Fu Zhi, but at this time his eyes were red, and it was rare to show some youthful air.

Fuzhi was stunned, but straightened up, didn't explain his face, but put on the mask again, "Feng Yang, don't like me anymore, I'm not worth it."

Feng Yang shook his head: "You are worth it, Yunfu, you don't know how good you are, I just like you, even if you are disfigured."

Sincerely, sincerely.

Just like the love he gave Gu Mianliang.

Fuzhi let out a breath, and said seriously: "Don't like me, it won't lead to good results."

With Gu Mianliang's lessons learned from the past, before the destruction of his desires is confirmed, he has to restrain himself for a while, and stop flirting casually.

He told Feng Yang straightforwardly: "My adoptive father and I have already concluded a demon contract."

Feng Yang let out a silly cry, and then his expression didn't change much, "Oh."

Fuzhi raised his eyebrows, and said leisurely: "So don't like me anymore."

Feng Yang shook his head: "It's up to you who you sign the demon contract with. I like you. Anyway, the demon clan allows you to have multiple spouses. If you leave me a place by your side, of course I will be happy. If not, I will keep it." You'll be fine."

He paused, looked at the mask on Fuzhi's face, hesitated, and asked, "How is your adoptive father treating you?"

As he said that, he remembered the matter of the Fire Snake Demon Flower. After he told Gu Mianliang the news that Fuzhi might be in the Snake Mangu, he instantly felt the murderous intent emanating from the white-haired man.

It should be good.

Otherwise, with Yunfu's proud character, he definitely wouldn't form a demon contract with him.

Fuzhi really didn't expect that this little wolf actually thought so, he nestled back slowly, "I'm a male bird, he treats me badly, I'll kick him..."

"That's good."

After a while, seeing that Feng Yang still glanced at his right cheek from time to time, he seemed to hold back his words.

Fuzhi laughed, and kicked him on the back with his toe, "Hey, you seem to have something on your mind."

"...Yes." Feng Yang sighed, feeling a little melancholy, "The Black Snake Clan broke out, and it soon spread to the neighboring Wolf Clan."

"The epidemic spreads very quickly, and those with a slightly lower cultivation base will be infected. His Majesty the Demon Emperor is currently in a state of desperation, and our wolf clan is also very sad."

Fuzhi hadn't come out for a long time, and when he heard the news suddenly, he frowned immediately: "Do you need my help?" The Akabane clan is a natural healer.

"No need," Feng Yang said, "rest well, the medical officers of the Demon Palace are very powerful, they have already controlled it."

No wonder he felt that the atmosphere of the Yaozu was not right when he came out, Fuzhi thought about it, and took out a jar containing blood

Wen Hanyin purified his blood, which was later taken back by Gu Mianliang and returned to him.

Fuzhi stuffed the small jar to Feng Yang, "Take the blood of the Akabane clan, show it to the medical officers, see if it can be of some use."

Feng Yang was startled: "...you bled?!"

"Of course not," Fuzhi glanced at him, and said in a relaxed tone, "Although I am the only one left in my Akabane clan, I still have this foundation."

Feng Yang heaved a sigh of relief, holding it cherishingly: "Thank you, Yunfu."

Fuzhi looked at the sky, got up from the ground with a gulu, patted the grass on his body, "Let's go."

He waved his hand, "Save it, I won't have any more."

The red figure walked away slowly, Feng Yang still couldn't react and stood there in a daze.

He always felt that something had changed in Yunfu, but he couldn't explain clearly.The most direct feeling is that Yunfu still likes to laugh, but the smile is not happy.

After wearing a mask on the face, the smile seems to wear a mask.

Feng Yang looked at the small jar of blood in his hand, and planned to find out if there was any medicine in the Hui clan that could restore his appearance.

But after he gave the jar of blood to the medical officer, the medical officer yelled out in shock, pointing at the young wolf master with trembling fingers: "You you you! What did you do to Chi Jun?!"

The tone was terrifying.

Feng Yang wondered: "What's wrong?"

The medical officer took a deep breath: "This blood has just been refined. According to this amount of blood, the blood on Chi Jun's body is almost drained!!"

Feng Yang seemed to be hit hard, his mind went blank, "But, Yunfu told me..."

Medical officer: "This matter is of great importance, I will report to His Majesty the Demon Emperor!"

Feng Yang also followed in a daze.

When this incident got to the Demon Palace, it didn't cause much shock.

Knowing the inside story of this matter, the Demon Emperor looked at the blood jar with complicated eyes, and sighed for a while.

"This blood is usable, aside from that, I can't say more about it."

He waved them away.

Gentle eyes looked in the direction of the Akabane clan.

Sure enough, even if there is only one descendant left in the Akabane clan, they will always remember what was left in their bones, a natural healer, with innate goodwill and sincerity.

Of course, Fuzhi didn't know that he took pity on the blood jar given by the little wolf, and that he caused such a thing later.He didn't really care about it.

After returning to the bamboo forest, he found that Gu Mianliang was not here.

With his little finger on, Ming Yu said at the right time: "Now is the opportunity, go and see what's in that bamboo house." He paused for a while, "Of course, whether you open it or not, it's all up to you."

Fu Zhi pursed her lips, stood there for a long time, then walked towards the bamboo house, stopped in front of the door, stretched out her hand to caress it, only to touch a layer of transparent restraint.

He shuddered inexplicably.

There was a slight chill in his heart, and he always felt that if he opened this door, something would happen that made him escape.

But since he has come to this door, it means that he has made a decision.

'Guide' made no further sound.

A flash of determination flashed in the boy's eyes, he took out the ban-breaking dagger from his back, and slowly slashed down on the ban with the tip of the blade.

Although this dagger can only be used once, the effect is really extraordinary, just like cutting a piece of paper, the restriction is easily cut a huge hole.

Fuzhi opened the door, stepped in, and the dagger in his hand disappeared.

His heart beat suddenly quickened, he looked back, closed the door softly, and then looked at the room carefully.

Unobstructed view of the room.

There is a large bookshelf against the wall, on which are all kinds of ancient books, exuding a heavy smell of time.

There is a table in front of the bookshelf, besides pen, ink, paper and inkstone, there is also an open ancient book on it.

Other than that, there is nothing else.

The young man was inexplicably relieved, turned around twice, and then muttered: "It's nothing, why didn't you let me in..."

He walked to the desk, and there were a few sheets of paper pressed under the ruler on the desk, and the strokes of the strokes revealed, like some kind of formation.

Fuzhi took it out curiously to have a look, and found that the same formation was drawn on these papers.Drawn with a bright red vermilion brush, it pierces through the back of the paper. After looking at it for a long time, I actually feel that the blueprint of this formation is full of evil spirits.

He couldn't understand it, so he put the papers back as they were, but his gaze inadvertently fell on the book spread out on the table, and he froze for a moment.

At the footer of the ancient book, there is a picture of his red feather between his eyebrows.

This...is the book of the Akabane Clan? !

The boy flipped through it quickly, his heart beating loudly.

In a panic, a few sheets of paper slipped out of a corner of a certain page of the ancient book.The young man opened it, only to see that this page was densely packed with detailed annotations, and the margins were severely worn out, it could be seen that it had been turned over countless times.

"This is the handwriting of my adoptive father..."

He didn't blink his eyes, and after seeing what was written in this ancient book, he felt a chill rushing towards Tianling Gai.

Only a few lines are recorded above:

The pure blood Akabane can attain the Tao by breaking through the Nascent Soul.Those who have achieved the Tao, if there are still three feathers and one tail in the middle, they will lose 300 years of life, supplemented by a forbidden formation, and the dead souls of this world, listen to this call.

What really made him feel cold was not these few short sentences, but the comments on the rest of the blank space on this page.There are new and old.

The boy's fingers were trembling uncontrollably, he looked a little bit

...Little sparrow is a hundred years old, has first grown feathers, and has three tails.

Ah Fu's body was cold, after being revived, he lost a tail in the middle, and needs to be recuperated.

Little Queer is two hundred years old, her feathers are healthy and her growth is good.

The little bird is 230 years old, and its feathers have grown by another foot...

The most recent one, obviously just jotted it down not long ago.The boy's eyes were red, and tears fell silently on them, blurring a piece of vermilion handwriting.

It read: Little Que'er lost too much blood, her feathers are dim, and her body needs to be recuperated.The longevity and feathers required by the magic circle will be postponed for the time being.

"..."

The young man held the ancient book tightly, like masochistic, read it over and over again, and finally turned his attention to the blueprints on which the formations were drawn.

After a long time, as soon as he loosened the strength in his hand, the books scattered on the ground.

The boy's eyes were scarlet, he closed his eyes, tears flowed down his cheeks to his chin, leaned on the chair with one hand, covered his face with the other, and laughed softly.

"Hahaha……"

"Hahahahaha..."

He bent over laughing, trembling all over laughing.

"Gu Mianliang...Gu Mianliang...my adoptive father..."

The man who picked him up raised him for the sake of his... Lingyu and Shouyuan after he successfully crossed the catastrophe?

These 300 years of getting along have all been turned into annotations, recording his Lingyu's cold handwriting.

Even the lightning protection that time was for the sake of keeping his feathers intact...

The boy took a half step back dejectedly.

I just feel the mottled ink, thinking of the hands stretched out from hell, pulling him into the dark cage with claws and teeth.

He smiled and shook his head: "This is too ridiculous..."

The boy's somewhat empty eyes fell on the scattered papers on the ground again. The word that appeared most frequently on it, except for his feathers, was 'A Fu'.

The adoptive father raised him for this man.

It took such a lot of trouble to ask for his Lingyu and Shouyuan, just to call back this person's undead.

"Hey……"

There were tears in the corners of the young man's eyes, he smiled and sighed, very helpless: "I said it earlier, it's not like I won't give it..."

It turns out that the foster father really has someone he likes.

Then he was a little sorry for his adoptive father, after all, he took advantage of the time when he lost his memory and did so many intimate things.

No wonder the foster father was angry.

Isn't it just a feather and 300 years of life, he can still afford it.

"Is it necessary to go through so much trouble..." The boy shook his head.

He seemed to have been drained of strength, and even his vitality disappeared, and he walked slowly towards the door.

Mingyu spoke at the right time: "The person your adoptive father likes is called Ah Fu, and it's very similar to the name he called you when he lost his memory..."

The young man stopped.

"I feel that there is a space underground here, do you want to go in and take a look?" He quietly ran from Fuzhi's little finger to the inkstone, and turned around quietly.

Crack cack.

A dark passage appeared on the ground.

The boy turned around mechanically.

Ming Yu whispered: "Do you want to go in?"

demon.

A flash of impatience flashed in Gu Mianliang's eyes: "Why is there no result yet?"

Today, Xiyou sent a message suddenly, saying that he had caught the breath of Fuzhi's undead.He came over directly in a hurry, but after waiting for half a day, there was still no news.

On the throne, Xi You sensed the news coming from the ghost air, smiled, and turned the wine glass in his hand unhurriedly: "What's the hurry? People have been dead for more than 1000 years, don't worry about it." For a while."

His eyes flashed, and he said leisurely: "I said, you are looking for it, and Emperor Yin is also looking for it. Have you never thought about it, has he already reincarnated?"

"Impossible," Gu Mianliang frowned, "The ancient magic circle will disperse the soul, if the soul is incomplete, how to reincarnate?"

Xiyou raised his eyebrows, noncommittal.

After another hour, he took the time to tap on the handrail.Not long after, a person ran in from outside and hurriedly knelt down in the hall: "Report! Your Majesty, the undead of Sword Master Fuzhi has not been found!"

Xiyou looked at Gu Mianliang with regret: "I'm sorry, Brother Gu, but there isn't one."

"..."

Gu Mianliang exhaled, her eyes were slightly cold: "Xiyou, you are playing tricks on me."

Xiyou smiled and said: "No way, I'm afraid that you might miss it. Besides, isn't it good to sit here for a while?"

Gu Mianliang squinted her eyes, and finally left with a flick of her sleeves.

Xi You sat high on the throne, propping his chin: "There's a good show to watch..."

Senbai's cold air permeated his ankles.

Fuzhi still entered the underground dark room.

The light of the luminous pearl illuminated the whole room, only the ice coffin in the middle.

The young man walked over step by step, his body tensed gradually, and he instinctively sensed the unknown fear. He wanted to turn around and run, but he walked in uncontrollably.

The slender fingers caressed the ice coffin, and the icy coolness penetrated into the fingertips.

The boy lowered his head, and a strange yet familiar face in the ice coffin came into view.

His brain went blank with a bang.

That's him, and it's not him.

With some strength, he pushed the ice coffin halfway open, and the figures inside were finally clear.

It was a good-looking man, half a dozen or seven points like him.

His face was cold and peerless, like a celestial being exiled from the sky, untouched by the mortal world.

Ming Yu sighed: "It turns out that it is really him, Sword Master Fuzhi, who sealed the ancient evil spirits with his body and protected the common people in the world..."

The boy opened his mouth, and he put his hands on the ice coffin, the back of his hands turned blue from the cold.

"Fuzhi Sword Master..."

He knew the name, had learned it in ethnology.

He is someone he admires very much.

"I heard you say that your adoptive father's name is Gu Mianliang. I thought the name was familiar. I just remembered that this person had a relationship with Jian Zun back then, but I don't know the details..."

The boy's eyes were dizzy, and his ears were buzzing.

He held on to the edge of the ice coffin, but his brain was never clearer than before.

Why did Gu Mianliang call him A Fu when he lost his memory? It turned out that the word "Fu" was Fu Zhi's Fu.No wonder, no wonder Gu Mianliang wrote his name as 'Yun Fu' at the very beginning.

"It turns out that he recognized the wrong person..."

The boy muttered.

Just at this moment, a voice with slightly disordered breathing sounded from behind him, with unprecedented coldness and murderous intent, "Yunfu, what are you doing?!"

It's Gu Mianliang.

As soon as he came here, he found that the prohibition had been touched, the bookshelves were turned into a mess, and the dark room was opened. He rushed in in a panic, but found that the person who broke in was Yunfu.

Gu Mianliang looked at the body in the ice coffin, seeing that there was no serious problem, she was slightly relieved.

The young man turned around slowly, the red feather between his eyebrows looked like a very beautiful flower, he smiled, and pointed at the person in the coffin: "Gu Mianliang, you are very worried."

He staggered two steps, walked down, and spread his hands: "Worried about what I will do to him?"

Gu Mianliang said with a cold face, "This is not the place for you to come."

"Then where should I go?"

The young man smiled, with tears streaming from his eyes, and slowly said a few words: "Little Que'er is 230 years old, her feathers are healthy and growing well. Little Queer is [-] years old, her feathers have grown one foot..."

His voice gradually choked up, he closed his eyes, and suddenly raised his voice, which could be called sharp: "Gu Mianliang! What do you think of me?!"

"Is it your little pet? Or the elixir that you have kept for 300 years?!"

"For more than 300 years, even if you have a dog, you should have developed feelings! Why the hell are you right!!" The young man stepped forward, grabbed Gu Mianliang's skirt tightly, and killed him. Pressed against the wall, his eyes were red.

"Father, don't you even have a heart? Am I the one who treats you badly?"

He sobbed in a hoarse voice: "...Why do you treat me like this...I will hurt too..."

"That's all for Shouyuan Lingyu, why did you recognize me as him..."

At first he thought he had at least owned it.

But now, he discovered that those memories he regarded as precious, those sweet and sour memories, those throbbing and deep love were all... a misunderstanding.

It was his lover who made a mistake...

He's not just a shoddy substitute, he's a thief who steals what others like.

No, he is even a elixir that has been raised, and will be slaughtered when the time comes.

The boy's heart was throbbing so badly, his pride became a joke at this moment, and was crushed into the mud by his adoptive father.

Gu Mianliang lowered her head slightly, looked at the trembling young man lying on his heart, and was speechless for a while.

Just as the hand hanging by his side was lifted up, as if he wanted to pat the boy on the back, Fu Zhi suddenly took a step back and slowly reached the edge of the ice coffin.

Gu Mianliang's expression tightened: "Yunfu..."

The young man's face was full of tears, and there was a sneer on his mouth, and his voice was very soft: "...Are you afraid that I will hurt him?"

He smiled, "I won't, don't worry foster father, he is the person you like."

The young man looked at the body and sighed, "It's good that he is protected by you." He paused, envious, "The face is also pretty, as if he is alive."

He took off his mask, touched the rough scar, and smiled contentedly and sadly: "It's not bad, foster father, you won't recognize me as him anymore, right?"

Seeing that Gu Mianliang pursed his lips and remained silent, the smile on his face restrained a bit.

"Father wants my Shouyuan and Lingyu, so I have to get something in exchange." He exposed his Lingyu, and the temperature in the dark room suddenly became higher.

"The Akabane family can destroy their feathers at any time, and it's useless for the foster father to rob them."

After Gu Mianliang listened, she approached slowly, and said in a low voice, "What do you want?"

"What do I want, what do you give me?"

"Ah."

Answer without hesitation.

The smile on the boy's face disappeared instead, he leaned closer and pressed against Gu Mianliang's heart, "I want your heart, can you cut it for me too?"

Gu Mianliang looked at him quietly, then raised her hand, pointed her fingertips towards her heart, and grabbed it little by little.Blood oozes out slowly.

The boy's pupils shrank suddenly, he hurriedly knocked off Gu Mianliang's hand, and shouted: "You are crazy!"

Gu Mianliang: "You want it."

The air was silent for a while, and for a while, only the boy's frightened panting could be heard.

"I want..." he repeated in a low voice, "I want only one from beginning to end, and I want your likes."

"I think your sweetheart is me..."

The young man's throat was tight, his eyes were red, he looked into Gu Mianliang's eyes, but couldn't find any emotion in them, he smiled dejectedly, "Forget it... Lingyu and Shouyuan, I can give you the money in three months. .”

"Gu Mianliang, I want you to love me as much as you love him during these three months," the young man paused, "Even if you pretend, you have to pretend so that I can't see the trace..."

"My Lingyu and Shouyuan, would you like to exchange your love for three months?"

Gu Mianliang was speechless, standing there for a long time, silently clenched his palms, after a while, he sighed softly, closed his eyes, and took a step forward.

"willing."

The young man was stunned, tears fell silently, then he leaned against the ice coffin, raised his chin, and ordered: "Come here, kiss me."

Gu Mianliang showed a smile that couldn't find any problems, very gentle, walked over, and stroked the boy's face with bloody fingers.

He completely ignored the body in the ice coffin, and only saw the young man's figure in his eyes, affectionate and gentle.

He stroked the uneven scar on the boy's face.

A moment later, the extremely cherished kiss fell on the above wound, and they tossed and rubbed together.

Gentle to the bone.

He kissed away the tears on the boy's right cheek, and sighed softly, "Don't cry..."

The boy closed his eyes, his voice hoarse.

He said, "Gu Mianliang, you are really heartless..."