blood fox

Chapter 72

I found Ling Yuan and Qin Yangyu to be quite interesting.

The two seem to be competing secretly, but when it comes to the critical moment, both of them will use each other to comfort my heart.

Ling Yuan told me more than once that with Qin Yangyu around, he would protect me.

If I am in danger, Qin Yangyu will exchange his life for mine.

Now Qin Yangyu used Ling Yuan to comfort my heart!
But when they think that they should be at ease, it proves that their hearts are already restless!

I smiled wryly, looking at the bright red thread of blood, which seemed to be blackened by ink, I still knocked on the ox bone stick steadily, and chanted the mantra in a low voice.

Seeing those threads of resentment spread little by little from the monks in the distance to the front, after a while the whole thread of blood, from Jingyuan down, did not see any blood red, just like an ink thread.

What's more, the thread of blood, which was originally as thin as a hair, was stained by this sticky thread of resentment, and it became thicker and thicker, rushing forward.

The resentment was like hair fluffed up by static electricity, and it surged and exploded.

Ling Yuan's face darkened, he held my hand tightly, then loosened it suddenly, then turned his hand and pulled hard on my arm.

When he made this move, the cut wound on the base of his left middle finger immediately gushed out streams of blood, flowing out along the veins of blood.

Just for a moment, all the grievances seemed to be attracted by my blood, rushing towards me like flowing water.

All the monks in Xilin Temple recite scriptures in a low voice, watch their noses with their eyes, watch their hearts with their noses, and guard their five hearts quietly.

They are eminent monks who can feed demons with their bodies, regardless of life and death.

But as I watched that resentment move forward, my heart tightened slowly, for fear of making any mistakes.

Ling Yuan flicked his left hand lightly, waiting for the resentment to enter my body, and immediately withdrew the blood.

The precious sword Qin Yangyu was holding was also slowly picked up.

Seeing that the resentment had passed Jingyuan's wrist, and passed in front of Xuanxin.

I looked at Xuan Xin, who had no trace of resentment, and breathed a sigh of relief.

He is really different.

As long as Xuanming has passed, the resentment will be considered to be out of the body.

But just when the thread of resentment flowed through Xuan Xin's wrist and was about to come to Xuan Ming.

Jingyuan, who was sitting under Xuanxin, suddenly raised her head and looked at me. Like Xuanxin, she was full of fat, but different from Xuanxin, with a very simple and honest little face, which would reveal a charming smile.

I feel bad instantly!
Following Jingyuan's mouth came a faint voice: "Yun Miao, do you miss me that much? Do you want to lure my resentment into your body?"

Just as he spoke, Jingyuan's simple and honest face was slowly pointed out, and the small eyes were stretched and opened, slowly turning into that incomparably monstrous face.

"Go!" Ling Yuan turned his hand abruptly, and swiped hard at my left palm.

I just felt a stream of bright red blood gushing out from the wound, and following Ling Yuan's fingertips exerting force, the blood instantly surged into the blood.

With Ling Yuan's fingertips, the thread of blood and affection immediately detached from my fingertips, and the blood surged, rushing the thread of resentment on Xuan Ming's wrist towards Xuan Xin and Jing Yuan.

He moved extremely fast, blood flashed on the thread of blood, and as soon as all the threads of resentment flowed, the thread of blood immediately fell off Xuan Ming and Xuan Xin's wrists, and wrapped around Jing Yuan who had changed his face.

Qin Yangyu immediately held the sword and stabbed at Jingyuan's neck.

But when the sword reached Jingyuan's neck, Xuanxin suddenly cried out: "No!"

Jing Yuan didn't move, but his face immediately changed back to its original appearance, his whole body seemed to be froze with fright, he stared blankly at Qin Yangyu's stabbing sword, and let his blood entangle him.

Qin Yangyu stabbed him in the neck with his sword, but stopped it suddenly.

All the blood and resentment immediately poured into Jing Yuan's body.

The entire hall was instantly dead silent.

All the monks sitting cross-legged immediately got up and quickly surrounded Jing Yuan.

"No, it shouldn't be his!" Xuan Xin was so frightened that her face turned blue, and she wanted to walk over, but was pulled by Xuan Ming.

I braced my body to stand up, but my left middle finger hurt like a broken finger, and my right hand was so stiff that I couldn't stand up.

I saw Ling Yuanyue's white figure move, and stood in front of Jing Yuan, looking at him deeply.

Qin Yangyu's sword hadn't been retracted yet, but he seemed to be holding his breath, and wanted to send it forward, but the tip of the sword trembled, and he didn't move forward at all.

Jing Yuan didn't seem to know what was going on at all. She lowered her eyes to look at the sword tip on his chin, and then raised her hand to look at his body, because all the traces of resentment entered her body, and slowly recovered the blood-colored threads of emotion.

With fear and puzzlement in his eyes, he turned his head to look at Xuan Xin who was on the side.

"Little uncle, is it... is it me?" His voice became simple and honest again, and he probably vaguely knew what was going on.

Xuan Xin shook her head hastily, her face was full of fat, and she said with red eyes, "No! It's not you...how could it be you!"

Xuan Xin suddenly remembered something, pushed Xuan Ming away, and ran to Ling Yuan.

Kneeling fiercely, he tentatively asked: "Mr. Ling Yuan, you can save Jing Yuan, right?"

Ling Yuan just flicked his fingers, tying the thread of blood tightly.

Jingyuan's face was bloodshot from being strangled, her teeth were grinning in pain, her eyes were full of fear, but she still didn't move.

Lord Ling Yuan, how can you be a kind-hearted and soft-hearted person who can sacrifice the blood of thousands of people!

Xuan Xin kowtowed several times to Ling Yuan, seeing that the blood was getting tighter and tighter.

His fat face became tighter and tighter, he knelt on the ground, looked at it in a blink of an eye, and walked directly in front of Xuan Ming.

Holding Xuan Ming's leg, she begged bitterly: "Brother, I will listen to you in everything from now on. If you let me go, I will go. If you let me sleep with Yun Miao, I will sleep with Yun Miao. Can you save Jing Yuan?" it is good?"

"It shouldn't be his, how could it be him. He's not from the temple, he hasn't been shaved, he hasn't been given a diploma, he... is younger than me! How could it be him!" Xuan Xin tugged at Xuan Ming, shaking his head unceasingly.

I heard Xuan Xin crying and talking non-stop.

Standing up with force, walked to Ling Yuan, looking at this child who was younger than Xuan Xin, his heart suddenly felt sour.

Yes, how could it be Jingyuan.

He was in Xilin Temple only because he was abandoned on the mountainside. Xuanming was afraid that Xuanxin would grow up as a child without any companions, so he put him in the temple to raise him.

He is not an eminent monk, but just a child. He does not have the determination to feed demons with his body, nor does he have an extraordinary life experience like Xuan Xin.

He's just an ordinary kid...

How cruel!
Among the 360 ​​five monks in Xilin Temple, he chose just this one...the most innocent and ordinary child!

So he just appeared in a flash, and then stayed in Jingyuan's body, waiting to watch our good show motionless.

"Brother!" Xuan Xin saw that her begging was fruitless, she kowtowed heavily to Xuan Ming, and cried bitterly, "I beg you!"

He begged to no avail, as if he had thought of something, he turned around suddenly, knelt down beside me, pulled my trousers, looked up at me: "Yun Miao, you can borrow it, you..."

I looked down at him, tears were streaming down my fair and juicy face, and my forehead was already blue and red.

Just when I lowered my eyes, Xuan Xin seemed to understand something, pulled my hand and let go, and sat limply on the ground.

Like a fish landing on the shore, it opened its mouth wide and its eyes wide open, but it couldn't even cry.

(End of this chapter)