blood fox

Chapter 64

Ling Yuan's nail, as he said, touches the flesh like water and breaks the bone like mud.

So I held onto the thread of blood connecting me and him.

I heard a sound like the strings of a piano snapping, a clang, followed by a pain in my fingers.

Ling Yuan seemed to shrink back in pain, and retreated abruptly.

The gloomy expression on his face disappeared immediately. He took a deep breath, looked down at the broken blood thread on his fingertips, and glanced at the half of my fingertips still floating around.

I held the broken armor tightly and stared at Ling Yuan: "Mr. Ling Yuan, I'm not that Yun Miao!"

The blood thread was cut in two, but it was still alive like an earthworm, and even the two ends surged slightly, as if they were still connected.

Ling Yuan slowly turned his fingers, and the thread of blood slowly loosened, rushing towards this part of my finger.

But as the thread of blood loosened, his fingers were exposed, and his fingers, which were originally white as jade, became dry and black as if they had been scorched.

Ling Yuan let go a little bit, looked at the fingers and smiled wryly: "Thank you for reminding me. So I can no longer contact you, it's not that you can't tell the difference, it's me..."

He smiled so bitterly that I suddenly remembered the regret and bitterness that seemed to engulf me when I was connected with blood just now.

They didn't mention anything about the past, but I gradually learned something about it.

But for Ling Yuan, from Yun Miao's standpoint, maybe there is really nothing to sympathize with.

So I have nothing to comfort, just look down at my fingertips.

Because the blood thread was strangled too tightly, and then cut off in an instant, the finger had already been strangled, and the bright red blood gushed out, but it did not drip, and was also sucked away by the blood silk.

Ling Yuan waved his finger now, and the thread of blood that was broken on his side rushed over immediately, merged with my fingertips, and then twirled lightly between my fingers, and disappeared again.

And this time, as before, even the bleeding stopped.

I just don't know if it counts...

It seems that this thread of blood left to the end is different from the original ones.

Ling Yuan sighed heavily, turned around and entered the black umbrella.

Only this time, his figure was no longer so elegant, and he looked a bit embarrassed, as if he was running away.

In addition to feeling the hot fingers after being strangled, I also feel depressed in my heart.

Ling Yuan can actually sense my emotions with blood?
So I was dreaming earlier, and he was watching from the outside. It was also because there was blood in my body, so did he perceive it?
This feeling of shared emotions is really bad.

I stuffed that piece of nail back into Xuan Xin's sleeve pocket, lest he wake up and disappear, and find that he slept with him for nothing that night.

Then, clutching the finger that was about to be wrapped in blood, she lay on the bed with her eyes closed, and slowly fell asleep.

So Xuanxin won't let me be nightmare because he doesn't sleep well, but it's still effective.

Maybe it was because I was too exhausted. After I fell asleep this time, I felt something leaning against my arms, and something even clamped my legs.

I knew it was Xuan Xin from the bottom of my heart, maybe there was someone to rely on, and Xuan Xin's milky face flashed in my mind, and I didn't know why, so I fell asleep again.

When he woke up again, it was only half-light outside.

All the windows in Xilin Temple are lattice windows, and there are no external windows, so you can feel the mist in the morning in the room.

Xuanxin got up quite early, and she consciously arranged the quilt and pillow, then stared at my neck and said: "You have resentment on your body, take advantage of the rising sun in the morning, go to Suolongjing, and ask senior brother to help you You pull out the thread of resentment, and then you can break the life knot between you and Ling Yuanjun."

They all know...

I touched my neck and found that the place where Yang Hui's mother pinched was nothing but severe pain.

But since the little mage Xuanxin said it, he had to follow.

It happened that Qin Yangyu came over and reminded me to take medicine, and also told me to lock Longjing to eliminate grievances.

I looked at the quilt that Xuan Xin had neatly folded, and wanted to fold it again, but Qin Yangyu made two noises, flicked his hand, and then shook for some reason, and the quilt was folded in three.

Pushing it from one end, the quilt seemed to have been punched up by itself, and it was folded into a square.

Seeing Xuan Xin waiting for us, his mouth was opened as wide as crying last night.

"I'll teach you later." Qin Yangyu patted the back of his head and said to me, "You can wash your hands next to Suolongjing, let's go."

I thought about it, glanced at the black umbrella, and took it anyway.

Qin Yangyu still asked me to take the medicine first, and then I took the beef bone stick and so on.

On the side whispered: "You haven't had an injection recently, you just take medicine for conservative treatment, so you must take medicine on time."

I nodded again and again, this life is really important.

Even if it's not for me, for those who may be harmed by me, you should live well.

Xilin Temple is actually quite big. The whole mountain, from the halfway up, is the site of Xilin Temple.

The temples are layered on top of each other, and the size of each room is the same as ours.

There are only light-transmitting lattice windows, which cannot be closed, nor can the door be closed, so that everything can be seen at a glance.

And all the monks seem to have nothing left.

Apart from……

I turned my head to take a look, Xuan Xin didn't even brush my teeth, and took snacks from the bag along the way.

"Those who can enter Xilin Temple are eminent monks who have attained the Tao." Seeing me sizing up, Qin Yangyu said in a deep voice, "The kind who can feed demons with their bodies and save the common people. So they have no selfish desires, no selfish feelings, and everything is for the common people."

I looked at the wide open doors, a bed, a table, a chair, a quilt and a pillow, and there was not even a monk's robe extra.

"Feeding demons with your body?" I don't know why, but I thought of their willingness to sacrifice their own blood to prolong my life.

Then there is no difference between me and a demon, right?

"Don't think about it." Qin Yangyu raised his hand and knocked on the top of my head. While Xuanxin was not paying attention, he took out a jelly from his snack bag and stuffed it for me: "Eat something."

"Ah!" Before I received it, Xuan Xin immediately wailed and rushed over to snatch it.

Qin Yangyu is the same as what, he is still young when he bullies others, he keeps throwing jelly into the air, and then catches it, making Xuanxin keep shouting.

There were monks lined up next to them, coming out from the direction of Suolongjing, seeing them fighting, they didn't give any reprimands, and they all showed low smiles of relief.

Then put your hands together and salute me.

I don't know whether to return the salute, but it can be seen that many eminent monks are covered in moisture, with peaceful faces and inexplicable peace in their hearts.

He couldn't help standing up straight, and saluted them with palms together.

When I walked all the way to Suolongjing in this way, I was wondering how to get rid of my grievances.

Is it the same as being bitten by blood bats last night, forced to a place, and then gouged out the flesh?
Then my neck was choked, and if I gouged out such a large piece of flesh, I'm afraid that the thread of blood that Ling Yuan gave me would be used up immediately, and I don't know if it's enough.

Just as he was thinking, he faintly heard the woman's shrill cry.

And the splash of water "plop".

I was shocked when I heard it, and looked around quickly.

Then I heard the woman's voice screaming: "Yun Miao must die, must die! Haha, even if Ling Yuan fuses all the blood into her body, she will die!"

On the edge of an old square well, monks pressed a drenched woman with two sticks.

The other two monks took water from the old well and poured it over the woman's head.

When the water was poured out of the bucket, it was still extremely clear, but when it drenched on the woman, when it flowed out again, it was like the water full of resentment I dug out last night, with strands of water Thick ink.

It seemed that I was watching, and the woman turned her head sharply.

It was Zhou Ya!

(End of this chapter)