blood fox

Chapter 53
The face surrounded by Ling Yuan, once seen, will definitely leave a deep impression on her.

Right now, my mind is full of the sound of the golden bell and his faint voice.

"That's all a charming voice, don't believe what he said." Ling Yuan's face was cold.

Rolling up my sleeve robe, I stretched out my hand to pull me: "If you don't go to the hospital, do you really want these hundred monks to renew your life?"

His hand was extremely strong, like an iron hoop, he held my hand tightly, and said in a deep voice to me: "Don't believe him, he is the best at charming people, and what you hear is what he deliberately confuses you."

My wrist was in pain, I raised my eyes to look at Ling Yuan, his face no longer had the indifference of ink and ink.

There are blue veins popping out on her fair face, and there is even resentment in her eyes that she wants to eat me up.

But I don't know if he hates me, Sidong, or something else...

Seeing me looking at him, Ling Yuan closed his eyes and his expression changed.

He directly raised his hand and nodded towards my forehead.

I just felt a cold on my forehead, and then passed out.

It's just that my consciousness still seems to be drifting, and it's like the kind of confusion when I first fell asleep but didn't fall asleep.

He vaguely heard what Ling Yuan and Xuan Ming were talking about, and the voices of those Taoist priests were also attached.

He suddenly understood in his heart that this time, it wasn't just Qin Yangyu and Xuan Ming's cooperation, even Ling Yuan was also involved.

What they said about burning paper for Yang Hui was just a way they lied to me.

In fact, they used me to burn paper to lure that thing and Sidong's resentful cats out, and secretly set up a lot of magic circles to destroy that thing.

It turned out that only I was kept in the dark.

I felt my body being shaken in a daze, and then there was the sound of the car starting.

Then it seemed that he heard a soft sigh coming from his ear, and there was another burst of icy cold on his chest, and he lost all consciousness in an instant.

When I woke up again, I thought I was in the hospital.

But when he opened his eyes, it was an old and dark room.

All the utensils are extremely old and made of wood. There is only a square stool on the head of the bed, on which there is a rechargeable desk lamp and an old teapot. One has two holes. The cup hangs on the spout of the teapot.

The light is not too bright, and the whole room is dimly illuminated.

I struggled to get up, and as soon as I moved, I felt something shake in my chest.

Instinctively, he stretched out his hand and pressed it, and it was indeed the Jade Buddha.

He turned his hand to touch his neck, only to find that the Jade Buddha was not hung with a round rope made of hair rope, but a piece of soft silk.

"You've been haunted by nightmares recently, it's best not to leave the Jade Buddha." Ling Yuan's voice came from the dark place by the window.

Only then did I realize that he was standing in the dark by the window, as if he was still looking out of the window.

It's just that when I looked over, I walked over slowly and poured me a glass of water from the old pottery teapot.

Seemingly seeing through the doubt in my eyes, he said softly, "This is Xilin Temple."

I raised my eyes in surprise, but my mouth was really dry. I reached out to take the water glass and took a sip.

The water is lukewarm and the entrance is just right.

"Qin Yangyu is also here." Ling Yuan said on the sidelines.

As if explaining these things: "The grievance cats in Sidong were all killed last night, and Qin Yangyu's two thunderstorms also attracted yang energy into the ground. The vitality of that thing was seriously injured, and it will not come out for the time being."

"Wait tomorrow, Xuan Ming will preside over the magic circle and untie the connection between you and me. Then you and Qin Yangyu will go to Hu Sanniang. I have other things to do, so I won't go with you." Ling Yuan stared at my hand and finished drinking drinking glass.

He shook the teapot at me: "Do you want more?"

I handed the cup to him, and listened to the water pouring into the cup with a thud.

It suddenly felt funny, Ling Yuan has always been so calm.

He just came out last time. As soon as I woke up, he arranged the following things well, and it's the same this time.

When the glass is full, I drink water.

Under Ling Yuan's gaze, he straightened out his thoughts, and then said, "Ask Ling Yuan-jun two things."

As soon as I opened my mouth, I realized that my throat was dry, itchy and painful, and my voice was hoarse and unpleasant.

"Ask." Ling Yuan tightly held the teapot, took the cup from my hand, and put it on the square stool.

He flicked his sleeves, and began to pinch the hem of the cuffs with his fingertips again.

He's like that when he's nervous, and I've seen it several times.

I pursed my lips and said in a deep voice, "First, what that thing said is true, right?"

"So Lingyuan-jun, you don't want me to participate in Sidong's affairs, and you don't even want me to know. You just want to hide it. You asked Yun Miao to marry him before. Then, taking advantage of their wedding, he felt relaxed and joined forces with Yun Miao. Kill him?" I put things together, and that's about it?
Ling Yuan pinched the fingers on the side of the sleeve, as if using too much force, I only heard a "sizzling" sound, and Ling Yuan pinched a coin-sized hole in the moon-white brocade robe with his fingernails.

He twirled the hole with his fingers, those torn threads seemed to come to life, swimming slowly, he actually repaired the hole by himself.

This dress really has a lot of background, no wonder it was full of torn holes and scorched marks when it was in Sidong, and it is still white as moonlight now.

I slowly raised my head and looked at Ling Yuan.

He stared at me with heavy eyes, a gloomy expression appeared on his face again.

But he flicked his sleeves violently, and said with a sneer: "Although your name is Yun Miao, you are not that Yun Miao. So you don't need to know about her! You don't need to know! As long as you know, he will be killed!"

It's this sentence again!
Yes, I don't need to know, but I have to bear her blood debt and be entangled by that thing Sidong!
But if he doesn't say it, it's useless for me to force it, and it's useless for arguing.

Maybe that thing really should be killed, that's why Yun Miao listened to Ling Yuan, married him, and then killed him when they got married!

I took a light breath, then looked up at Ling Yuan again: "Then the second thing."

Ling Yuan's body froze for a moment, he raised his left wrist lightly, and pinched his fingers towards the sleeve edge involuntarily.

But maybe it's because I've seen it too much, so I froze my fingers and retracted them into my sleeves.

"The people around me died tragically. Is it true that Lord Ling Yuan cast a curse on me to avoid disasters as that thing said? And my grandma, is it Lord Ling Yuan..." When I said this, I suddenly didn't know how to describe it.

It doesn't really matter who is at fault in this matter.

The important thing is that she used her life to let me live a few more days.

In fact, I am not the one who benefits?
Who am I to blame?

The most to blame, or myself!
After taking a few deep breaths, he said softly: "Is it Ling Yuanjun, tell her..."

I racked my brains hard to find the right words.

No matter how you think about it, there is nothing suitable.

He had to smile wryly: "Is it you..."

"Yes!" Ling Yuan didn't wait for me to finish, and said in a deep voice: "You are seriously ill, and you sacrificed with blood, and you will burn the lamp with fire, and you will only live for seven. I am already a ghost, and I donate without blood. I can't save you, so I have to find your closest person and let her... save you."

"That's it..." I stretched out my hand to grab the corner of the quilt on my body, tightening and loosening, loosening and tightening.

There was a tightness and pain in the chest, but it seemed that the original sadness was gone.

"I want to sleep a little longer, Mr. Ling Yuan can do it for himself. Tomorrow, I will leave the magic circle to untie the connection, Mr. Ling Yuan." I simply fell on the bed, pulled the incense-smelling quilt, and covered it up.

The hand under the quilt turned around carefully, pulling the quilt inside, tightening it under the neck, and turning the two ends of the shoulders to compact it.

My grandma taught me to cover the quilt like this since I was a child. If it is not tightened and compacted, it is easy to leak air, and I will not sleep hot no matter what.

It turned out that I was the one who killed everyone after all.

Ling Yuan, who was standing by the bed, looked down at me, and said softly: "Even if I don't say anything, knowing that you have only seven lives to live, Li Chun will sacrifice voluntarily, just like Xuan Ming and the hundred monks in Xilin Temple. It was her responsibility to raise you up, so you don't need to be sad for her."

"Even if there is a next time, the monks of Xilin Temple, Qin Yangyu and his fellow sects, they will sacrifice blood to save your life! If I am still alive, I will too." Ling Yuan's tone became light again , what can be said...

But every word is bloody!

(End of this chapter)