blood fox

Chapter 73 Burning Heart Lotus

Xuanxin was born in Suolongjing and grew up in Xilin Temple. To be able to get Qin Yangyu's words "Xuanxin little mage" and to be able to soothe the mind with his body, besides being extraordinary and crying, he is also precocious.

So he feels guilty about Jingyuan being trapped in Xilin Temple, and thinks it is his fault.

So he knew it was useless to ask Ling Yuan, so he turned to Xuan Ming...

So he knows that begging me is the most impossible and impossible thing!
So he didn't even have to cry.

Sitting paralyzed on the ground, he slowly turned his head to look at Jing Yuan.

Jing Yuan still didn't move, but let Ling Yuan tighten up a little bit, his face was distorted in pain.

But it seems that he already knew his ending, and he still endured the pain and smiled innocently at Xuan Xin.

The more he behaved like this, the more Xuan Xin trembled!

Xuan Ming sighed softly, waved his hand, and motioned for a monk to take Xuan Xin away.

But Xuan Xin couldn't pull it up no matter what.

All the monks looked at Jingyuan silently. Those monks who were still calm in the Lingyun community when they heard Xuanming say that they wanted to use their blood to save my life had expressions of compassion and compassion like that of the Buddha in this hall. And helpless look.

"Jing Yuan!" Xuan Xin was forcibly carried out, and when she reached the gate of the hall, she suddenly turned her head and cried out.

Jingyuan's little face distorted by pain still looked at Xuanxin instinctively, and said with a sizzle: "Uncle Master..."

It seemed to be Xuan Xin, when he arranged for him to do something, he instinctively responded.

Qin Yangyu shook the sword he was holding, took a deep breath, and looked at Ling Yuan.

Ling Yuan hooked his fingers again, tightened his grip, and said in a deep voice, "Zhilian, you know that I won't let you go just because of a child."

This is the first time I heard his name. Although I don't know which "Zhi" it is, but when I heard the word "lotus", the lotus pod hanging from the gold collar suddenly flashed in my mind.

Involuntarily raised his eyes to look at Ling Yuan's cuff, the gold collar really belonged to him.

"Then you do it?" Jingyuan once again showed a strange expression on his face, and chuckled lowly: "I was born out of frustration, you want to kill me? What should I do? Frustrate my bones and ashes, and then use you Clan blood suppression. Let me never get out?"

"Do you want to treat this child like you did to me back then?" Jing Yuan said these words in the most honest and childish tone.

There was even a bit of a childish voice: "Ling Yuanjun treated me like that back then, in addition to wanting to suppress me, is it because Yun Miao married me that he fell in love with me..."

"Zhilian!" Ling Yuan shouted fiercely.

With a "clank" sound of blood, it tightened instantly.

But it stopped in an instant!

Ling Yuan seemed to have changed completely, he snorted lightly: "You still play this kind of trick."

I walked slowly to Ling Yuan, listening to what they said, I just felt a little upset.

The monks seemed to be setting up a magic circle, Qin Yangyu knew that it would be useless to hold a sword, so he took the sword back, took out a piece of talisman paper from his pocket, bit his finger and drew on it.

When I looked at him like that, I knew I was drawing symbols again.

Ling Yuan and Zhi Lian are rivals in love, so naturally they have no time to talk to me.

Sure enough, once there is an emergency, I will be the same as last time in Lingyun Community, and no one really cares about me.

I glanced at it, and saw that the base of my left middle finger, which was still bleeding, was stained with blood, and I tore open my neckline, and drew a few talismans a little below the collarbone.

After drawing more runes, I have muscle memory. I feel that my arms are no longer stiff, and my wounds are no longer painful.

Ling Yuan was still staring at Jing Yuan, as if he was still thinking about what to do.

He can ask his own people to disregard life and death, just like Xuan Ming can ask these eminent monks to disregard life and death.

But for an innocent person who couldn't be implicated, he still couldn't do it after all!
After I finished drawing the talisman, I walked directly towards Jingyuan and hugged him.

He called softly: "Sunburnt lotus!"

Maybe it was my face, when I called my name, it brought back his memory of a certain moment.

Jing Yuan's face instantly turned into a scorched lotus, his long eyebrows frowned slightly, and his eyes flickered like lotuses in the wind.

Followed by a wry smile: "Sure enough, even if you live a new life, you will still be like this."

As soon as his words fell, Ling Yuan flicked his blood, instantly binding me and him together.

Zhi Lian's face was distorted from pain and wrinkled like frost beating the remnants of a lotus. I hugged Jing Yuan tightly with my right hand, and chanted the incantation of borrowing aloud.

At the same time, he raised his left hand, and directly used his middle finger to draw the transfer rune on his forehead, then on his face, and on his neck...

As I drew, Zhilian's distorted face seemed to calm down slowly.

She seemed to look at me with a light smile, her eyes shone like morning dew on a leaf, and she murmured: "When you promised to marry me, I knew that you were not willing. You said you wanted to marry me When the essence and blood merged, I also knew that you definitely wanted to take the opportunity to do something to me."

I listened to his words, and my fingers that drew the runes shook.

"But I still take chances and lie to myself, if you are really willing to marry me, do you really like me a little bit?" Zhilian suddenly leaned into my arms slowly.

The voice was as quiet as when I heard him read the marriage promise in my head: "I just want to take a gamble. If you want, I will give you my life. Just like now, if you can hold me, you can That's enough! If you don't want to, you can lie to me, that's enough!"

My finger, which was drawing the rune, was shaking violently.

One morning, I drew more than 360 people and more than 700 runes, but suddenly I didn't know how to draw the next stroke.

With Jingyuan's body, he hugged me tightly and clung to my body, without resistance or struggle!
"Yun Miao!" Ling Yuan snorted coldly, and said in a deep voice: "He was born from the fire of five hearts, he knows people's hearts best, and is also the best at deceiving people's hearts!"

I was trembling with pain from the tight blood on my body, my hands trembled, and I looked at the face that was leaning against my arms.

Pulling off Jingyuan's collar, he quickly drew the transfer rune along his arm.

The thread of blood entangled him and me tightly, because the borrowed runes, those black threads of resentment, slowly poured into my wound along my fingers drawing the runes.

Zhilian's face was still full of satisfaction, just leaning against my arms, slightly raised his eyes to look at the runes I drew on his arm.

Resentment pierced into the wound, and I twitched my fingers twice in pain.

Zhilian seemed to sigh lightly, and the face that had been superimposed on Jingyuan's face like a phantom seemed a little melancholy.

The words could not bear to say: "Don't draw any more, I will take the initiative to enter your body."

As he spoke, he smiled lightly at me, and a thick black gust rushed towards my wound directly from the place where my finger fell.

I saw that black thread of resentment, filled with blood, poured into my scratched wound like water in an instant.

Following the original wounds that were torn open one after another, they healed instantly.

And Jingyuan fainted in my arms instantly, and fell to one side.

Instinctively, I reached out to hug him, but I felt a wave of blood, entangled Jingyuan again.

Ling Yuan looked at me deeply, and said in a low voice: "He's just trying to charm you, you have to be clear, he deserves to be killed. No matter how he treats you, he should be killed."

I heard this and looked up at Ling Yuan.

Then he looked at the wound that healed in an instant, and Jing Yuan, who was lying on the ground, entangled in blood, motionless, but breathing steadily.

Slowly lowered his head, looking at the healed wound on his left middle finger.

He said that he knew that Yun Miao had a plan for marrying him.

But he still wants to gamble!
He knew that if he lost the bet, he would be crushed and buried forever.

But for that ray of affection that he knew he would never have, he still gambled!
The lotus in the fire is the most popular!
He is probably that Zhi!
(End of this chapter)