Dragon King relies on green tea

Even if he didn't fully understand Zuo Tian's meaning, Ye Junche remembered every word of his words clearly, held the white dragon umbrella tightly, and said seriously: "I hope you are really doing it for Yanshu, don't let me do it for a keel of Yanshu Feel worthless.”

After speaking, Ye Junche's figure disappeared in front of Zuo Tian.

According to the blueprint given by Fourteen, Ye Junche immediately rushed to the bamboo house hidden in the deep mountain and poor valley.

The surroundings of the bamboo house are separated by a layer of enchantment, and outsiders cannot cross the barrier to enter the bamboo house, and the people inside cannot even come out.

This enchantment is completely a cage.

Ye Junche was holding the white dragon umbrella in his hand, and Zisang Yanshu's inverse scales on his body, the barrier of the bamboo house was like a fake to him, and he easily entered the bamboo house.

Pushing open the door of the bamboo house, it was dark inside, and then the moonlight could see a small figure curled up against the wall in the corner, with silver hair and two small dragon horns on his forehead.

At that moment, the hazy image imprinted in Ye Junche's mind gradually became clear, and he saw clearly the appearance of the little boy in his dream.

There are two small dragon horns on the young man's forehead, he also has silver-white hair, the end of the hair is a beautiful light blue, the eyes are also clean and clear light blue, and there is a coquettish eye under the corner of the left eye. A blood red tear mole.

If it wasn't Zisang Yanshu, who else could it be?

But at this moment, his body was covered with a thick layer of ice, and he had already become an iceman. Even the surrounding walls, the floor, and the entire bamboo house were covered with a thin layer of hoarfrost.

The moment Ye Junche stepped into the bamboo house, she felt as if she had entered the season of the twelfth lunar month.

Seeing this scene, Ye Junche felt his whole heart tremble fiercely, and stumbled to the corner of the wall, the warm spiritual power slowly melting the ice.

"Yanshu, Yanshu, wake up..."

Even Ye Junche himself didn't know that his voice was trembling very much at the moment.

"Yan Shu... Yan Shu..." One after another, the incessant calls revealed his anxiety and worry at the moment.

The warm spiritual power gradually melted away the ice, and Zisang Yanshu, who was sleeping, suddenly opened his eyes, and there was only a strong murderous intent in his blood-red eyes.

The moment he opened his eyes, Zisang Yanshu seemed to smell a strong smell of blood, which aroused bloodthirsty thoughts that he could not suppress.

At that moment, Zi Sang Yanshu got up from the cold floor, pushed Ye Junche down to the ground, and walked towards Ye Junche with his dragon claws covered in icicles.

"Words!"

At the critical moment, Ye Junche called Zisang Yanshu's name loudly.

It was this sound that aroused Zisang Yanshu's reason for a moment.

"Autumn leaves..." Zisang Yanshu murmured subconsciously.

But after seeing the person in front of him clearly, Zisang Yanshu's eyes were obviously disappointed, and then he pulled Ye Junche up from the ground, pushed the door out, and said through gritted teeth, "Why did you come here? Go!"

How could Ye Junche leave at this moment? Not only did he not leave, but he stepped forward step by step, holding Zisang Yanshu's icy cold hand, and said softly, "Don't drive me away, Yanshu, I am I'm here for you, sorry I'm late..."

The warm feeling made Zisang Yanshu not want to let go, and the smell of blood became stronger and stronger.

He really wanted to suck blood, really wanted to tear open the body of the person in front of him, and feel the hot blood flowing in his hands.

kill, tear...

More and more absurd thoughts appeared in his mind, Zisang Yanshu quickly let go, pushed the person away, and shouted: "Let you go! Go! If you don't go, I will really tear you apart..."

Amid Zisang Yanshu's roar, a blurry image suddenly appeared in Ye Junche's mind.

There were corpses all over the place, and wailing was all around my ears.

Not only the wails of dying people, but also the wails from Zisang Yanshu...

He didn't know why those images appeared in the driver's mind, but he could tell that Zisang Yanshu must have been in pain and struggling at that time.

Just like Zisang Yanshu's reaction at this moment, he was doing his best to suppress the restlessness in his body and the bloodthirsty desire to kill.

The picture that suddenly flashed into Ye Junche's mind was in chaos, and he couldn't react for a while.

And Zisang Yanshu's thoughts of killing became more and more serious, and gradually he couldn't control it, his eyes were scarlet, and there was even a hint of pleading: "Ache, let's go... I'm afraid, I'm so afraid that I will be hurt." You, I can't..."

Zi Sang Yanshu was really scared, he didn't even dare to take a step forward now, he didn't dare to get close to the warm Ye Junche, because if he got close to him, he would smell the fresh smell of blood on his body.

He wanted to drink blood, and also wanted to feel the warm blood flowing in his palm.

But he was also afraid of that feeling.

The scene of corpses all over the ground, dark red blood everywhere, and the memory of that person gently calling his name became clearer and clearer in his mind.

However, Ye Junche also understood that Zisang Yanshu wanted him to go, but he just wanted to freeze himself to control the manic feeling in his body.

He wants to suppress by self-harm.

Ye Junche stepped forward again, grabbed his cold hand, pulled him into his arms, hugged him tightly, and said softly: "Zuo Tian said that my blood seems to be able to dispel evil spirits, so don't bear with Yan Shu." So, you can use your blood to nourish my body, and I can also use my blood to suppress your demons."

Zi Sangyan in his arms trembled violently, still enduring the mania in his body, trying to struggle, but found that he couldn't break free no matter what.

In the end, he lowered his hands powerlessly, and murmured in a low voice: "I can control myself, you go, I don't want to wake up and see the broken and incomplete corpse again..."

Even though he was hugged in his arms, Zisang Yanshu was still reversing his true energy, and the frost was still spreading on his body, the cold feeling, even through a layer of clothes, Ye Junche could clearly feel the coldness of his body.

Zi Sang Yanshu, who was going retrograde, had no extra strength to struggle, and the cold breath had sealed his meridians, it was difficult for him to move, let alone push Ye Junche away.

Feeling that the breath of the person in his arms was getting weaker and weaker, Ye Junche looked down and saw frost spreading on Zisang Yanshu's body at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Ye Junche's pupils continued to dilate, and he gritted his teeth, "Zi Sang Yanshu, in order to make himself unable to hurt me, you are actually hurting yourself!"

Although I didn't expect Zisang Yanshu to do this.

But after thinking about it, once Zisang Yanshu could cut a bone for him just because he said that he needed a keel.

When he was injured and sick many times that he didn't know, the scales of his body were bloodletting him again and again for medicine, so it's not like he can't do it now that he hurts himself.

"Yan Shu, you are so cruel to yourself! Since you hurt yourself so much, then we will reciprocate."

Ye Junche bit Zisang Yanshu's ear, then cut his own wrist, and fed it directly into Zisang Yanshu's mouth whether he wanted it or not.