I'm really immortal

Chapter 438 Father
Of course, Liu Changan didn't force An Zhu Juntang's interest. After knocking her out, he picked it up and prepared to hang it on the wall.

There were no hooks on the wall, and her skirt was too thin to hang heavy objects, so she lay down on the coffin cover.

The purpose of stunning Zhu Juntang was to protect her, otherwise the aura emanating from the essence condensed in the blood would make her body unbearable.

Many pampered old people eat a lot of tonic, and rural people often say that this is the living old ginseng.

What's more, Liu Changan has condensed the essence of the most primitive, thickest and most vibrant blood since the birth of life.

The aura emanating from this essence is not something that a little sheep like Zhu Juntang can bear. It is like a person who has been living a long time without water in a clear soup, suddenly having a meaty meal of big fish and big meat may cost his life. .

On the other hand, some seriously injured people are full of nostalgia for life, and have strong obsession and willpower, so they have a certain chance to absorb the essence of his blood, or to reshape the body.

Possibly dying and coming back to life.

May be evolved after dying and resurrecting.

Or just resurrected.

Everyone's results may be different.

Liu Changan is different from ordinary people. Ordinary people lose such a small amount of blood to the body. The loss to the body is almost nothing, but Liu Changan will not be like an ordinary healthy adult who divides cells to create new blood all the time. If such a drop of blood is not necessary, he will not. squeeze out.

The woman in front of him reminded Liu Changan of the movie about the birth of a vampire that he watched with An Nuan.

This gray-faced middle-aged Caucasian woman is probably a vampire.

Liu Changan has only heard of vampires, but he has never seen them in reality. It is an extremely precious research material... And anyone who has done biological research knows that the value of living specimens is far from higher than the dead.

It's a pity that a vampire died in front of him. She is much more precious than a giant panda. After so many years of evolution, he probably only met such a vampire. Liu Changan was indifferent after seeing the demise of countless biological groups. Those dying groups weren't interesting enough, and they had nothing to do with him.

Liu Changan came to the top of the coffin, bent down and lowered his head.

His lips slowly approached the woman's lips, stopped at a distance of two fingers' width, and spat out the blood that naturally condensed into beads.

Drops of blood fell on the woman's black and dry lips.

Liu Changan got up, glanced at Zhu Juntang lying on the coffin cover, stretched out his legs and kicked the coffin cover farther, and then pressed it against the woman's chest behind him.

If there is any change in her, he will react at the first moment, so as not to harm his mount.

A bloated feeling came from under his palm, and Liu Changan's eyes fell on the woman's face.

The dead color on the black withered lips seemed to have been washed by the moonlight, gradually receding and thick, and the light red condensed.

The lime-white face seemed to be filled with water again as the dried petals, no longer dry and rough, and became tight and elastic.

The whole body, skin, muscles, and bones, have a feeling of rejuvenation. Liu Changan's palm can feel the rich vitality in the blood bead bursting out and being absorbed by this magical body.

Just like the snow on the Tanggula Mountains, melted into water, rushing down, watering the thousands of miles of rivers covered by the rivers, wherever you go, spring flowers bloom, insects and birds chirp.

The originally slack and soft skin also swelled under his palm, expanding into the texture that a perfect body should have.

The fingernails, which were full of bruises and gaps, also turned a soft luster under the moonlight. The whole fingers were no longer stiff and straight, but naturally curved. The belly of each finger was as round and delicate as onion.

Liu Changan didn't let go, but just looked at this charming woman's cheek, the faint crow's feet at the corners of her eyes also disappeared, becoming flawless and delicate, but the whole face did not look like a girl, she was still a mature woman. people.

Just like touching Shangguan Dandan's coffin, Liu Changan also felt the magnetic field of memory remaining in the woman's body.

Fragmented pictures.

Liu Changan let out a long sigh. It wasn't that long ago, and his memory was not very deep.

He wasn't immersed in his memories either, because he was still on the lookout for any abnormality in the woman under his palm.

Above the roof of the small temple, the bats scattered again, no longer circling the sky and covering the sun, and returned to the woods in pieces, under the eaves.

The moonlight washed the top of the mountain again, and the thatched grass that seemed to have grown wildly was still scattered here and there, showing all kinds of broken walls and ruins.

The four walls and wooden pillars of the Dragon King Temple left strangely shaped shadows. Under the bright moon hanging high, there was silence everywhere.

The woman opened her eyes.

The pupils were still the color of blood, but there were a lot of rich water colors, and the dry and tiny blood vessels in the whites of the eyes were no longer visible. The whole bright eyes seemed to be full of spiritual energy in the moonlight, staring at Liu Changan quietly.

Her lips were slightly open, and she exhaled a little fishy smell, and then her chest heaved up and down, and the breath she exhaled again had a sweet taste, as if some extremely delicious food made people drool.

Her hands were lifted little by little, and she took Liu Changan's hands on his chest, then closed her eyes and breathed slowly.

Looking at her calm appearance, it seemed that there was no possibility of an uncontrollable attack, Liu Changan pulled out his hands.

"Father...Father..."

The woman felt Liu Changan's palm withdraw, opened her eyes again, stared at Liu Changan, showed a calm smile, and shouted softly.

This kind of peace is all the excitement and anticipation, all of which have been refined by time into a flat emotion, which is covered layer by layer in the heart, a gentle expression after getting what you want.

Although there was no gentle response from Liu Changan's slightly embarrassed and indifferent expression, the smile on the woman's face remained unchanged.

"Thank you, thank you for saving me again." The woman looked at Liu Changan's face, her smile was a little quiet in the moonlight, "You don't remember me, do you?"

"I may have forgotten you before... But recently I watched a movie, the movie tells the story of a mysterious Oriental and a singer in London, England during the time of Charles II." Liu Changan pointed to himself, "I It's that mysterious oriental, you're the singer... but why do you call me father?"

"Because you gave me a new life." The woman held Liu Changan's hands again, showing her sincere gratitude, "Now you have given me a new life again, father."

(End of this chapter)