Chapter 138: Don’t be unafraid of death
The sound of rain mixed with the sound of swords, somewhat poignantly resounded in the silence of the mountains and forests.
Continue moving forward where you stopped.
White boots step on the sand, leaving lines of footprints in the darkness.
In the darkness, there was only a pair of bright eyes that were somewhat cold due to the heavy rain.
Apart from the coldness, I don't know why but there is also a bit of sadness and grievance of unknown meaning.
The woman in white clothes in the rain slowly knelt down and gently stroked a strand of wet black hair on Balian's cheek with her slender, cold-white fingertips.
Even though for Balian, there was a living person in front of him at this moment, he had no strength to eat.
The woman looked at him with an unreadable expression. It didn't last long. With a sigh, she lifted him up from the muddy water, leaning her back against a barren rock.
The slender fingertips slowly brushed his eyebrows, eyes, nose and lips, as if trying to copy his current appearance into his heart.
Finally, the fingertips gently placed on his cold lips were slowly inserted, and the sharp fangs pierced the skin of the fingertips.
The warm blood slowly flowed into his mouth, just like irrigating the life that was about to wither.
Bailian's frowned brows trembled slightly, feeling the warm and familiar taste in his mouth, he finally regained some strength.
Gently hold the long, cold white finger in your mouth, like a puppy drinking milk, licking and sucking lightly with your tongue.
The fingers between his teeth trembled slightly. I don’t know whether it was because he felt it was too itchy to be licked or because of some kind of nervousness.
Balian's cold and empty body finally regained some warmth.
He swallowed greedily. Although the blood was not much in weight, it was surprisingly sweet. In his subconscious, he even felt that the taste of the blood was a hundred times a thousand times better than that of Lin Yuan.
Just a small amount stopped the corpse beads under his chest from breaking apart, and the effect was astonishing.
No matter how fragrant and attractive the blood on his fingertips was, it was not enough to make up for the vacancy in his body.
Bailian was so weak that he opened his eyes, and the zombie demon's unique ability to see in the dark seemed to be much weaker.
Through the darkness, he could only see the blurry outline of half of the woman's face. She had a smooth, perfectly curved chin, and her nervously pursed lips.
He tilted his head, released the finger between his teeth, and managed to speak through his blood-moistened throat: "Go...go away..."
Drinking blood directly will assimilate her. Humans have become corpse demons like him.
Even if you are hungry and thirsty, you must suppress your instinct.
The woman's voice came faintly from the darkness: "If you don't drink blood, you will die."
Balian's blood-stained eyes were half-closed, and there was a trace of sadness that could not be suppressed in his pupils. He murmured: "I am already dead..."
Although Balian's nature is as pure and kind as water, but in his heart Deep down, he is as strong as iron. Although he is weak, he will never show a trace of cowardice and sadness in front of her easily.
Maybe my body is too cold and weak now, so I inadvertently release the despair and sadness in my heart.
The woman looked at those bloody eyes clearly.
The finger stabbed by the fang curled up and trembled slightly.
Suddenly, there was a sound of heavy objects falling to the ground in the darkness.
That was the woman throwing down her sword.
She freed her hands and hugged Balian tightly into her arms, as if she was lost and found again.
The wind and rain between heaven and earth seemed to have calmed down in an instant.
Bailian couldn't help but open his eyes wide.
He rested his face on the other person's soft chest, and the chaotic and rapid heartbeat in his ears was so strong and clear.
It is like a chaotic song, composing endless complex and deep thoughts.
The woman's slender arms hugged Bailian's head tightly, as if she wanted to rub him into his bones and bury him in his soul.
Bailian felt the other party kissing his wet hair. Her trembling voice overcame the dark clouds and rain: "I'm sorry...I've been looking for you for two hundred years, and I don't know...I really don't know who you are..."
Bailian's consciousness became a mess, and his stiff hands didn't know where to put them.
Who is this woman?
Two hundred years?
Does she know herself?
My head began to hurt a lot again, as if someone had smashed his head with a chisel, trying to dig out the deepest hidden memories.
The thirst for blood in the body has not yet dissipated, and the pain in the sea of consciousness is endless.
With his consciousness running away, Balian let out a thin whine.
The woman's tight hold on him was slightly loose, but she slowly sank down, her soft curves gently rubbing against his cheek.
Soon, the slender neck took its place, pressing against his lips.
She said: "Don't be unafraid. Death is too cold and too long. You may have seen the water of the underworld and the stone of three lives, but when you step through the gate of the underworld, you will never be able to See the person you want to see later.”
Balian's lips were close to her skin, and her voice was a little blurry: "The person I want to see? Who is it?"
The woman's voice was hoarse with pain and even self-blame: "Someone who can make you work hard without caring about yourself. People.”
Bailian fell into silence for a long time.
The woman's cold voice gradually became gentle: "Drink my blood and let me take you out of this darkness."
Bailian asked: "Who...are you?"
The woman did not answer, but begged: "Please, drink my blood."
Bailian frowned: "You will become like me."
The woman chuckled, But her tone was very confident: "No."
If she was like him and went into the darkness, then she would get what she wanted.
Bailian was not a pretentious person to begin with. Hearing the confidence and affirmation in her tone, he no longer suppressed his desires.
He hugged her back, and due to the extreme thirst for blood in his body, his movements were very forceful, just like she had just hugged him, and she hugged him hard, her fangs piercing the skin with eager tenderness.
The warm liquid like a sweet spring made a gurgling sound as his Adam's apple rolled.
The blood contains extremely magical aura and power.
For Balian, it is like the best holy medicine in the world, nourishing his soul.
He did not realize that during the process of swallowing, the cracks in the corpse beads in his chest were repaired quickly on their own.
The blood energy contained in the transparent corpse bead was so full that the talent inside his body opened on its own, and the blood-colored flowers of the other side bloomed quietly on his skin, revealing the aura of death.
But the Yin and Yang Dao Fish in his Dantian Qi Sea formed a sharp contrast, suddenly becoming extremely full of vitality, and spinning at an astonishing speed!
The woman raised her head high, her snow-white and slender neck bent into a really beautiful arc, and her bright eyes reflected the darkness of the sky.
It should have been an extremely desperate scene.
But there was light and fire in her eyes.
That light, that fire, is like a ray of hope burning out of the ashes.
Bailian eats very carefully, or in other words, he is a person who is very good at suppressing his own desires.
When his body was out of danger, even though the blood was tempting his soul, he still stiffened his arms and slowly let go of the woman.
Isn’t Beibei awesome today? Isn’t he cute? Mengmeng holds her chin up, begging for subscription and pity. Let’s guess who this woman is.
(End of this chapter)