blood fox

Chapter 66

Because of what happened five years ago, Qin Yangyu actually replied to Zhou Ya's words.

When I thought about Ling Yuan's loss of control last night, I suddenly felt bad, so I quickly reached out and pulled Qin Yangyu.

He opened his mouth to say something, but when he opened his mouth, his teeth chattered. The well water was too cold!

What happened back then had a great impact on Qin Yangyu, and he almost died there.

In the end, even if his senior brother whipped him with a whip, he insisted on carrying the Taoist classics on his back, and carried them down with a whip.

But it was still the same as now, saying word by word: "This matter has nothing to do with Yun Miao!"

I was so cold that I couldn't speak, so I had to pull Qin Yangyu harder, and pointed to those monks who poured water on Zhou Ya's head and pressed Zhou Ya tightly with monk sticks.

They have poured well water on Zhou Ya for two days, but they are still not bewitched by Zhou Ya's words.

Therefore, we should also be firm.

Qin Yangyu looked down at me, his face that had unknowingly become resolute showed the same wry smile as before.

Then stretch the bucket, and then fetch water from Suolongjing.

As if venting his anger, he brought out buckets of water, and the speed was no longer slow, and he poured the whole bucket directly on top of my head.

I just felt the top of my head being hit by water. The water poured down from the top of my head and slid over the neck that was strangled last night. It hurt like hot oil was splashed.

Can't tell if it's hot or cold, it just hurts.

I wanted to yell, but when I opened my mouth, cold well water poured down my face.

What happened five years ago was a thorn in Qin Yangyu's mind.

This time he was silent, carrying a bucket, pouring water on me.

I don't know if it's to vent my anger, or because I have to do it like this.

Buckets of water poured directly from the top of my head. I couldn't hear anything except the sound of the water. I couldn't see anything except the white water in front of my eyes.

There was a burst of cold, a burst of pain, and something else, as if it was slowly getting out of the body.

After an unknown amount of time, Qin Yangyu's speed finally slowed down.

Xuanxin didn't know when he got out of Suolongjing, stood beside me and looked at me: "When the body is cold, the yang energy is restrained, and the defensive energy is patrolled outward, which can force out the grievances in your body."

"But you are sick, so you have to keep showering until your body gets hot by itself." Xuan Xin said childishly, with sympathy.

There was no water flowing over my face at this moment, so I looked up and saw that Zhou Ya had disappeared, even the piece of silk cloth covered with grievances that had been spread under her body was gone.

She must have been taken away, after all, she had been drenched for a long time.

The resentment silk was dissolved in the well water, and it was black. It looked really disgusting, and I don't know how Xilin Temple will be destroyed.

I lowered my head and glanced at the silk cloth under my body. The strange thing was that after I drenched for so long, there was no black trace of resentment on the silk cloth!

Just as I was wondering, Qin Yangyu still poured water on me. Hearing the sound of the water rushing, I heard the voice of that thing in my head: "Is it uncomfortable? Is it painful? As long as you die, you don't need to bear the pain." gone."

I hurriedly turned my head to see where that XZ was, but I felt a pain in my numb fingertips, as if there was a burst of heat.

Then the black umbrella opened with a "bang" by itself.

Ling Yuan stood beside me and reached out a little.

The thread of blood that melted into my fingertips emerged again.

It's just that this time it didn't go outward, but under the skin, and drilled inward along my arm.

Like a strand of blood, it burrowed into my arm along my wrist and continued upward.

I was so frozen that I couldn't even lift my hands, let alone roll up my sleeves.

I just lowered my head and took a look, only to see that after the thread of blood penetrated into my wrist, strands of the same blood thread immediately appeared on my wrist, like a dense net, running under my skin.

Where the thread of blood passes, it is hot like a fire.

And as these threads of blood flowed, the voice giggled in his head: "Ling Yuan, how long can you trap her? How long can you keep her alive? You..."

But then, I felt as if I was strangled by a fine fire net, and the sound seemed to stop.

My body suddenly became hot, just like the sun syndrome, and my whole body felt hot and hot.

Ling Yuan waved his hand, caught the fallen black umbrella, looked at me deeply and said: "Next time if this happens again, you pinch your fingers and roll back, and the blood will drive him away. .”

I felt swollen, especially my fingertips, as if they were about to burst.

The wet clothes seemed to be steaming hot from the heat of the body.

Looking up at Ling Yuan puzzledly: "That voice was in my head just now?"

Ling Yuan held the umbrella and didn't speak, Xuan Xin seemed to turn around silently.

Only Qin Yangyu took off his Taoist robe, wrapped me up, and stretched out his hand to help me up.

Just when I got up, I looked down at the silk cloth kneeling on. There was no sticky ink on it like Zhou Ya was soaked, and it was still clean.

I couldn't help but turned my hand and touched my neck. When Yang Hui's mother strangled my neck last night, her nails were very sharp.

I could feel as though my neck had been pinched, but there didn't seem to be any bleeding afterwards.

But where the blood bat bites, there is blood, which also arouses resentment.

Does this make any difference?

Is there no trace of resentment on the neck, or?
I suddenly remembered another thing, opened my clothes and looked at my arms and legs.

Then he turned his hand to pull Qin Yangyu's arm.

"Yun Miao!" Qin Yangyu yelled heavily and held my hand.

But Ling Yuan said in a deep voice, "Show her!"

Qin Yangyu glared at him, smiled wryly and pulled his sleeves away.

I saw him in the Lingyun community where he was scratched by the resentful cat, wrapped in gauze and stained with blood.

He seemed to be afraid that I might not be able to see clearly, so he untied the gauze and showed me the wound that had been gouged out of flesh and blood.

I glanced at Ling Yuan in confusion, and touched my arms and legs.

At that time, there were too many complaints about cats in Lingyun Community, and it was chaotic, but I did get scratched.

But why, Qin Yangyu gouged out the flesh except for the traces of resentment, while my wounds were gone, as if I had never been scratched by a resentment cat.

Like the wound that Yang Hui's mother pinched her neck?
I looked at Xuan Xin seriously, he was the one who helped me get rid of the resentment on my legs last night, why is it on my legs but not elsewhere?

Xuan Xin seemed a little frightened by me, turned around and hid behind Ling Yuan.

"You are fused with his essence and blood, and as soon as the trace of resentment touches it, it enters the body." Ling Yuan's voice was light and deep.

Youyou said: "The bite on the leg that was bitten by the blood bat was because I wrapped it around with blood silk to block it."

"Essence and blood?" I was taken aback when I heard that, why did the essence and blood blend?
But then the faint voice sounded in my head: Yunmiao and I worshiped the moon as an alliance, our essence and blood fused together, and we became husband and wife.

It turned out to be true, the fusion of essence and blood.

So my resentment, almost an uncontrolled fusion?

I touched my neck, wrapped the Taoist robe tightly around my body, and looked at Qin Yangyu in a blink of an eye: "If this is the case, why do you want me to come here to shower with well water, it's really cold."

Qin Yangyu glanced over, as if he couldn't bear to look at me.

I know I'm in a mess right now, maybe I don't look too good either.

But now, I can't believe Ling Yuan's words.

Every time he said it, I felt like the pit that buried me got deeper.

A round of red sun rises from the mountains and forests in the distance, and there are birds flying happily in the forest.

I changed hands and grabbed the Taoist robe Qin Yangyu put on me, still looking up at Ling Yuan.

He is still the calmest, so ask him.

I straightened my frozen head, took a deep breath and said, "So what Zhou Ya said is right, I am alive, and the harm is the least."

Ling Yuan held an umbrella to block the direction of the sunrise, neither admitting nor denying it.

That is the default!

I thought they kept me alive, maybe I was the kind of savior-like existence in the movie.

It turns out that just because I am alive, there will be no great harm.

Picking at the silk thread of the Taoist robe with my fingers, I looked at Ling Yuan with deep eyes: "Then, will I spit out blood bats like Yang Hui's parents, or lose consciousness and become a resentful cat?"

(End of this chapter)