How to cough up blood

After all, the body structure of the monster race is different from that of the human race. When Gu Mianliang sent the blood-covered little bird to the demon palace, the whole demon palace was completely alarmed.

Half of the medical officers were hastily recalled to diagnose and treat overnight.

The blood on Gu Mianliang's body had dried up, she lowered her head, and stood outside the hall in a daze, her hand hanging by her side trembling slightly.

Surrounded by monster guards, they stood solemnly in two rows.

After an unknown amount of time, the hall was opened from the inside, and there was a muffled sound, and the Demon Emperor came out from the inside with a face as heavy as water.

With a tired look on his face, he whispered to the people around him: "Go to the clan treasury and get the Yanyuan fruit."

After finishing speaking, the Demon Emperor looked at the white-haired man standing there motionless, with a suffocating sense of despair and powerlessness over him.The Demon Emperor looked at it for a while, sighed, and walked up to Gu Mianliang: "Gu Xianchang."

After this sound, Gu Mianliang suddenly came back to his senses, his body swayed, his voice was hoarse, and he couldn't make a sound, and he barely made a sound: "Your Majesty the Demon Emperor... Ah...how is Yunfu?"

The Demon Emperor recalled the appearance of the last Chijun of the Demon Clan when he was sent here, and felt pain in his heart, "That child..."

He looked at Gu Mianliang's reddened eyes, and his voice was rarely cold, "Thanks to Gu Xianchang, I should be able to reunite with his whole family in a few days."

After a long time, Gu Mianliang's face turned pale, and he reluctantly said with cold hands and feet: "Your Majesty the Demon Emperor, don't be joking, Yunfu is just...how could..."

"Yeah, I just cut off the most deadly feather in the middle, and just gave it more than 300 years of life."

The more the Yaohuang spoke, the colder his voice became, the more he spoke the more distressed he became, the more he spoke, the more he felt distressed, and he sneered, and clearly stated what Yun Fuqian begged him not to say.

The scepter in his hand hit the ground with a bang, and the Demon Emperor said: "Although I don't know why there are so many murderous thoughts on Gu Xianchang, he actually attracted blood thunder when he was helping Yunfu to block the thunder."

"You blocked nine blood thunders, died of serious injuries, your cultivation base is about to collapse, and your life is at stake. How do you think you survived?"

The boulder in Gu Mianliang's heart was getting heavier and heavier. In the blink of an eye, he seemed to think of something, subconsciously took half a step back, shook his head palely, and said with difficulty: "Yunfu told me that he begged you and asked for it." Monster Race Rare Treasures..."

Even though he has lived for thousands of years, as a gentle tree clan, the Yaohuang still couldn't help scolding Yunfu a fool in his heart: "The fire of nirvana of the Chiyu clan is indeed a rare treasure of the monster clan."

Gu Mianliang choked for breath.

"Yunfu has passed the Nascent Soul Stage and has a lifespan of 7000 years. If it is an ordinary red Nirvana fire, it can have a lifespan of at most [-] years, but he is afraid that the effect will not be enough, so he burned more than [-] years of lifespan. The golden fire of Nirvana, heal your wounds."

The Demon Emperor: "If you have a few hundred years of life left, if you practice non-stop for a day, with Yunfu's talent, it is very likely that you will be promoted again within 300 years, but you..."

The Demon Emperor paused for a moment, seeing Gu Mianliang's dull expression, he couldn't bear to speak any more.

"I don't know about your previous entanglements, but he is the Chijun of my demon clan and the last descendant of the Chiyu clan. Gu will do his best to treat him. If necessary... I hope Gu Xianchang can also cooperate."

A medical officer hurried out of the main hall, walked quickly to the Demon Emperor, and said in a low voice: "Your Majesty, His Highness Chi Jun is awake, it's just..."

The Demon Emperor worried: "It's okay, let's just say it, I have to be mentally prepared."

The medical officer thought about it, sighed heavily, and said distressedly: "It's just that the ghost energy invaded the body, His Royal Highness Chijun was sluggish, and resisted external treatment. The Yanyuan fruit has been boiled, but it can't be fed at all..."

"The old minister thinks that this is not the solution. It might be better if His Royal Highness Chi Jun has someone close and trustworthy."

Demon Emperor: "This..."

He turned his gaze to Gu Mianliang.

Gu Mianliang closed her eyes and said hoarsely, "...I'll go."

The medical officer stopped him hesitantly: "My fairy elder, you should change your clothes first. His Royal Highness Chijun is not emotionally stimulated now, and his spirit is a little abnormal. You must stay calm. The blood on your clothes..."

Gu Mianliang looked down at the blood on her body.

Those are all little birds.

The pain of biting again appeared in his heart, and he responded: "Okay."

In the main hall where Chi Jun was being treated, the medical officers left one after another.When the last medical officer left, the hall was as quiet as if there was no one there.

After a while, the door was opened again, Gu Mianliang changed into clean clothes, opened layers of curtains and walked in softly.

He saw the boy curled up in the corner of the bed at a glance.

Yun Fu was wearing a snow-white undershirt, with his arms tightly hugging his knees, the ghost energy soaked his body, the traces did not fade away so easily.His exposed ankles and wrists, between his fingers, were mottled with bruises.

Silver hair, pale and thin.

The protruding bones on the back are like butterfly wings that snap when touched.

Gu Mianliang was stunned for a long time, but for a moment she couldn't associate him with the unruly appearance in his memory.

There was a tight pain in his throat, and he suppressed all the turbulent emotions, and put on that gentle look.He walked around to the other side, sat next to the boy, and called him in a low voice: "Yunfu."

The boy didn't respond.

Gu Mianliang's voice became softer: "Yunfu..."

"Yunfu..."

"Yunfu..."

He whispered the name over and over again.

The boy moved slightly, then slowly raised his head.

His pupils were empty and lifeless, his lips were dull in color, and the blood-like scarlet feather imprint between his brows had turned into a light red color, and the sense of ashen desolation was lingering.

Although he is still very young, he looks like an old man on the verge of death.

Gu Mianliang once again clearly felt that the person in front of him was dying.

The medicine boiled by Yanyuan fruit was placed next to it. Gu Mianliang picked up the medicine bowl, scooped up a spoonful and blew lightly, and handed it to the young man's lips: "This is Yanyuan fruit. Drinking it can prolong your lifespan by one month." , be obedient, drink it..."

The young man slowly turned his gaze to Gu Mianliang's face, recognized it slowly for a while, then tilted his head and whispered: "... foster father?" He looked very cute.

Gu Mianliang's eyes turned hot, "Yeah."

The young man flinched, and shrank himself back again. He buried his head again, but he saw the bruise on his ankle at a glance, so his body froze.

Gu Mianliang was always paying attention to his reaction, and his heart tightened suddenly. He put the medicine bowl in his hand aside, and his voice was astringent, and he couldn't stop comforting: "It's okay, it will be gone soon."

The young man didn't look at Gu Mianliang, he just stretched out his hand to pull his trousers, intending to cover them up, after tossing for a while, he gave up, pulled the quilt aside, and covered himself.

As if he was relieved, the young man raised his head, his eyes were as dead as a dry well, he seemed to still remember the tear that Gu Mianliang slammed on his face, and whispered to him, "This way you won't be able to see."

Gu Mianliang's eyes were reddened by his words, and she didn't know how to answer.

After a while, he could only look away, and picked up the medicine bowl again, "Drink the medicine, it's getting cold."

The boy's reaction was particularly slow, as if he had to think carefully about every sentence.

After a long time, he groaned and shrank his hands into his sleeves, only showing his thumb and index finger, without touching Gu Mianliang's skin at all.

The young man held the medicine bowl, drank it one gulp, then moved it carefully, and stretched his arms with difficulty, trying to put the bowl on the small table beside the bed.

Seeing this, Gu Mianliang helped to take it over, rubbing her fingertips against the boy's wrist.

The boy's pupils shrank suddenly, his hands shook, and the medicine bowl shattered on the ground.

The next second, he withdrew his hand abruptly, trembling all over, like a barely built gravel wall, blown by the breeze, crumbling into an army.

"Do not touch me……"

The cold sweat oozed out of his body layer by layer, and he shrank back and forth into the corner, completely hiding himself in the quilt, as if he had fallen into an inescapable quagmire.

Gu Mianliang's heart tightened, she couldn't say a word, she just pulled the boy over forcefully, hugged him tightly through the quilt, stroked his back again and again, and comforted him in a low voice.

"Don't be afraid...it's okay, it's okay..."

"I am here……"

After an unknown amount of time, the sky outside dimmed, and the night pearls in the hall lit up.

The young man moved, Gu Mianliang maintained the same posture for a whole day, his whole body was already stiff, he slowly let go.

The boy seemed to have calmed down, only a pair of phoenix eyes were red and swollen, and there was still fear, hovering on the verge of mental breakdown, he stared blankly: "Father..."

Gu Mianliang didn't dare to disturb him, she gently lowered her eyes and answered him in a low voice.

So the young man smiled, and took out two brocade handkerchiefs, one was put on Gu Mianliang's wrist, he held it through the brocade handkerchief, the other twisted up a corner, and wiped Gu Mianliang's fingers carefully.

The long eyelashes cast shadows on his pale skin, and he wiped them carefully and stubbornly.

Gu Mianliang couldn't figure it out, followed him and asked, "What are you doing?"

The boy paused, and continued with his hands: "Father's finger touched me just now..."

Gu Mianliang's fingers stiffened, "...so?"

The boy's voice was low and inaudible, "...I'm so dirty."

He quickly raised his eyes to look at Gu Mianliang's expression, and there was some inferiority and cowardice in his eyes.A flattering smile flashed unconsciously at the corner of the boy's mouth, "I'll wipe it off for my adoptive father."

The carefree and carefree young man who was as proud and willful as a raging fire was finally broken by life, and he was thrown into the rotten and smelly mud, and became what he is now.

Gu Mianliang's heart felt as if he had been hit hard by a hammer, and he felt a blunt pain. He finally understood what the medical officer meant when he said 'Chi Jun's mental state is a little abnormal'.

"..."

He closed his eyes, exerted a little strength in his hand, and easily broke free, then grabbed the boy's wrist instead.

In the dazed expression of the young man, Gu Mianliang leaned over and hugged him tightly, her chin resting on his shoulder, her voice was tight, and she could only say two words back and forth: "Not dirty, not dirty... ..."

The young man usually looks for trouble, but now he is so obedient. Gu Mianliang said that he is not dirty, but his body is so stiff that he can't help shaking, but he doesn't say a word of rebuttal.

Only gradually, the strength in his body dissipated, and the heavy fatigue and the twilight before death weighed on his thin shoulders.

He is so tired.

The boy was hugged, his eyes fell on the broken medicine bowl on the ground, he was stunned for a while, and asked, "What medicine did I drink just now?"

Gu Mianliang patted his thin back like coaxing a child, "Yanyuan fruit, extend your life, you will be fine, you will definitely not die..."

Yanyuan fruit...

One tablet prolongs life for one month, and you can take up to three tablets.

The young man said in a daze, "Oh."

He struggled a little, but Gu Mianliang let go and looked at him nervously: "What's wrong?"

As if he hadn't heard of it, the young man turned over slowly and lay down on the bed, subconsciously avoiding Gu Mianliang, then squatted barefoot beside the broken medicine bowl, and picked up a piece.

Seems to be in a trance again.

Gu Mianliang was afraid of disturbing him, and said in a very soft voice: "Yunfu."

The young man didn't respond, and after a while, his eyelashes trembled, and he stared blankly into Gu Mianliang's eyes, there was no expression in them, and there was a dead silence like thick ink that couldn't be melted away.

He tilted his head and muttered, "I have to live another month..."

In the next second, Gu Mianliang's pupils suddenly tightened, and his expression changed suddenly.

I saw the young man suddenly slashing the sharp piece of broken porcelain towards his wrist, one stroke after another, the bone was visible deep, and the scarlet blood rushed out of the thin flesh, dripping all over the ground.

Gu Mianliang stretched out her hand to grab it: "Yunfu!"

But the young man just stood up, staggered to dodge, looked at the blood flowing out of his body with a blank expression, and the hideous scar on his right face looked miserable.

The blood covered the mottled arm.

He muttered something, but a simple smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and he stretched out his arm to show Gu Mianliang: "Father, my blood is clean, the blood of the Akabane clan drives away disasters and filth... it is clean of……"

The teenager smiled, asking for credit like a child.

Gu Mianliang stared at him for a moment, her heart speeding up extremely fast, barely suppressing the panic in her heart, and coaxed in a low voice: "Be obedient, be good, let go first, okay..."

The smile on the corner of the boy's mouth dissipated, like a spark blown out by the cold wind, Na Na said, "Doesn't foster father like it?"

He stood there with bones, as if a gust of wind could blow it away, and the shadow that fell on him was like a demon with teeth and claws.

Gu Mianliang's nerves tensed all of a sudden, afraid that he was doing something, she comforted her: "No, I just don't want you to hurt yourself..."

He approached quietly, finally stood in front of the young man, and gently removed the broken porcelain pieces from his hand little by little.

Gu Mianliang did not throw away the tile, but gently touched the boy's face, "If you like it, I will help you."

He first used his spiritual power to help the boy stop the bleeding, then carried him to the bed and knelt down on one knee in front of the boy.

The boy stared at him blankly, like a puppet.

Gu Mianliang unbuttoned her blouse, her white hair scattered over his shoulders, revealing her thin and fair upper body.He slowly stabbed the porcelain piece in his hand into his heart, repeated several times, and the dark red blood flowed all over the ground.

His complexion was slightly pale, the boy was still in a daze, but the circles of his eyes were slowly turning red.

Gu Mianliang took his scratched and scarred arm, held the boy's palm, and pressed it against his bloody heart.

The scorching blood stained the young man's hand, and his beating heart flowed down his palm into the eardrum.

Gu Mianliang put the fragment into his other hand, her eyes were soft, her bony fingers were stained with blood, the white-haired man half-kneeled on the ground, and completely took off the clothes on his upper body.

The tight muscles are attached to the well-proportioned bones, and the waistline is submerged in the white hair, which contains dangerous explosive power.

He raised his head docilely, facing the young man in front of him, and said softly, "If you want to see blood, just scratch on my body."