Chapter 177 Blood with Sugar
Bailian felt a little bit of blood filling his body, and the energy consumed last night was instantly replenished.
I am afraid that I have to drink the blood of five Jinsheng to achieve this effect.
Fang Geyu’s blood seems a little unusual.
Bailian licked his lips, looked at her and said sincerely: "Thank you."
Fang Geyu took a sip of the fine cold mist tea in the cup, only slightly moistening his lips.
She snorted softly and said: "Thank you for what I did. I'm not worried about you. I feel sorry for my Xiaoyuan'er. You returned to the mountain with an empty stomach. Why don't you have to drink a small drink in the end?" Yuan'er's blood to survive.
Hmph, it's obvious that he relies on drinking the blood of others. As for you, living stinky bug, you have the nerve to sit in the position of the mountain master. If you want to save some face, why not hand over the mountain seal to me as soon as possible to make me happy, and it is not okay to raise you, this little corpse demon. No."
Her tone was almost charitable, with a contemptuous smile on her lips.
When he glanced at him, the look in his eyes was even more obvious and deeper than the malice shown by Li Xuan when he saw the corpse demon.
But what he said was...
"Huh, I know that that bad old man Li Xuan hurriedly set up the formation the night you were captured. I think that old man also said harsh words when you went up the mountain last night. Bullying you.
But after all, you are still from my mountain country, a kitten and puppy raised by this lady. Everyone else will be very angry when they see you, let alone a big guy like you."
The girl's eyes were cold and gleaming: "It's not other people's turn to protect the people we Fang Geyu want to protect. Talking nonsense."
The unicorns in the stream lowered their heads again and drank quietly from the spring.
Balian's mouth was still filled with the sweet scent of the girl's blood.
He pursed his lips subconsciously, his eyes dimmed for a moment, and said, "Miss Fang, do you regard me as one of your own?"
"Huh?" Fang Geyu said. Zhang's delicate and impossibly beautiful little face suddenly became serious.
A pair of big black and white eyes looked at Balian like a dead fish, rolled his eyelids and said: "Which of your ears heard that I regarded you as one of my own?"
Bailian held an empty cup in his hand, with a few glistening blood beads still hanging on the edge of the cup.
He licked the rim of the cup with an honest face and said: "Miss Fang knows that I am a corpse demon, but she is not as prejudiced as Li Xuan. She even feeds me blood. Li Xuan knows that I am a corpse demon. Even if you talk to me for a while, you feel it is taboo, but you are here waiting for me..."
Although the action of licking the cup was very indecent, he still bowed his head deeply and put the cup into his hands. Licking the bright red in the cup clean.
He, Lin Yuan, Lin Guiyuan and Jinsheng and the others have experienced life, death and adversity.
The fact that Lin Yuan and Jin Sheng were able to give him their blood without reservation was due to the trust between their companions.
Sister Wen is his best friend and has a past that he doesn’t know about. He can’t recall any memories of her.
But she treated him extremely well, so well that it felt unreal.
Even for a moment, he would feel like a thief, picking up emotions and memories that did not belong to him, dragging the little bit of sunshine and warmth, and enjoying her kindness.
Because, he doesn't know if he is still the same person after being reborn as a corpse demon and losing everything in the past.
The soul under this body is still the same living soul as before.
He is Bailian and Sichen.
But he doesn't have any memory of the human period.
When he was with Wen Hanwei, he didn't even know what expression to use to make her feel that he was the person in her memory.
Now, the cup of blood pushed casually by Fang Geyu's hand was a gift without any grudges.
No exchange of benefits, no special care.
Nothing to ask for, nothing to need. A simple act, neither warm nor cool nor deliberate, but it broke the worldly prejudice.
This world turns out to be more than just black and white.
The glass cup was pressed against his lips, and he couldn't help but reveal a small smile of joy and murmured: "You're so kind."
The smile was still stained with a trace of joy. It's red, but it doesn't make people feel bloody.
It was as if he had been hungry for a long time and finally got a bite of his own candy. Even though he was satisfied, he looked frightened, clumsy and cherished.
The slightly damp wind in the mountain seemed to be chaotic for a moment, rolling up the clothes and long hair of the two people in the Han Pavilion.
The neat and noble gilt silver pendant in the girl's hair was blown by the wind, making a clear and beautiful sound.
She tilted her head, leaning on one hand, and hummed, looking impatiently as if looking for her unicorn.
She grunted in dissatisfaction: "What? It's just a cup of blood. That's all the master of the new mountain realm has to offer."
The snow-white jade-like earlobes became rosy. , extremely light in color, reflected by the skylight, incredibly beautiful.
Maybe the light was too bright that day, so I didn't notice it normally. It turned out that there was a small cinnabar mole between her small and delicate earlobes, like the tip of a needle on jade porcelain.
It is a small one, but it is so red that it is dazzling.
The fingers placed on the old stone table tapped impatiently.
She seemed dissatisfied with the speech, and seemed to be talking to herself: "She looks like a white fox, and she is obviously not a good person. Jiujiu bullied her so badly last night, and now she looks so pure and innocent. What kind of trouble is that?"
"Huh?" Bailian raised his head and coughed slightly, the tip of his nose was slightly red: "Miss Fang, you..."
Fang Geyu turned around and glared at her: "I went back to the mountain last night, thinking about going out for a drink, but I never thought that the two of you would get tired of rolling on the same bed so quickly.
Stinky Boy, you are quite capable. In front of so many people, the old man from the Lihe Sect The apple of the eye just hooks up, and she hooks up so thoroughly.
Huh, some people look like white rabbits, but they are actually little hungry wolves."
This kind of thing. At that time, Balian couldn't explain that it was the Jiujiu girl who dragged him to bed.
He had no choice but to put on the hat of the little hungry wolf. He smiled bitterly and said: "You just returned to the mountain last night? I thought you, Miss Fang, were always in the Lihe Sect. Why did you return to the mountain last night?"
His eyes suddenly moved and fell on the sword lying between her legs.
The sword body is narrow and slender, and neither the hilt nor the scabbard seems to be forged from ordinary mithril copper and iron.
The skylight reflects on the sword, and sometimes extraordinary light lines will flow out, like flowing fire.
Looking at it this way, it looks like a sword made from mysterious fragments of some kind of extraterrestrial stars that were naturally split by the tribulation fire of the sky.
Even though the sword body is extremely gorgeous, it still has a natural meaning.
If there is any trace of man-made forging on this sword, it would be the sapphire embedded in the hilt.
You can see a bit of everyone's style at a glance, and it has the finishing touch.
The color of the gemstone on the sword is slightly dim at the moment.
There is an obvious notch on the surface, and star-like rays of light are overflowing from it. It is obvious that a lot of spiritual power is being lost.
What is even more strange is that the gem is exuding pure spiritual power, but the sword is not affected at all by the damage to the gem.
Even the sharp power in the scabbard is even greater.
(End of this chapter)