Douluo: Senior Sister is too popular, what should I do?

Chapter 91

Liu Erlong rushed into Thunder Academy's carriage like a gust of wind.

Encountering an enemy attack, the Royal Knights did not dare to stay in this valley any longer, and were non-stop preparing to set off. The Thunder Academy members who had also just finished a fierce battle were taking a brief rest.Yu Tianxin wasn't very familiar with this aunt who insisted on being with her mother's surname, she frowned and was about to ask her what's the matter, but Liu Erlong had already grabbed his hand and said anxiously: "Come with me!"

Yu Tianxin was confused, but he couldn't break free from Liu Erlong's restraint, so he could only be half pulled and half dragged out of the carriage by her.

The aunt who was brave and fierce enough to point at his grandfather's nose and yell at her was a little red at this moment: "Yu Tianxin, Sangsang is dying now, can you help me save her? If Xiaogang is here, he must be too." Will come, even for him, your uncle and aunt beg you."

Dying?

Yu Tianxin's mind went blank for a moment, and at the first moment, she was not wondering why Liu Erlong asked him to save her, but asked blurted out, "What's wrong with her?"

"……follow me."

The broken bones have been repaired, and the bleeding has stopped, but her pulse is still as weak as a candle in the wind, and it is still weakening. Flender wiped the dry skin on her face with a towel wet with warm water. Bloodstains, revealing the skin that was originally as clear as jade, but now covered with a layer of gray and cloudy skin.

There are gains and losses, and if you try to ascend to the gods with a mortal body, you have to pay the corresponding price.Every time she reveals that violent dragon shape, she is consuming her life source. No soul skills or medicines can replenish the life force that has been burned as firewood. Only the dragon blood from the same source can fill up the exhaustion.

——Her vitality is constantly weakening, which is why she often feels "hungry".

Although Liu Erlong is also a dragon-type martial soul, her soul power attribute conflicts with Sang Xia's. With Sang Xia's current state, she can no longer channel and transform it on her own. Liu Erlong's blood will destroy her organs and meridians like magma , That's why Flender asked her to find Yu Tianxin, whose martial spirit is fierce and domineering but calm and peaceful.

Liu Erlong briefly explained it to Yu Tianxin on the road, and when he came to the carriage that exuded a strong rust smell, he saw Sang Xia with disheveled temple hair and blood all over his body, his heart tightened, and he rowed without Liu Erlong's reminder. Opened his wrist, and brought the bloody wrist to her lips.

The pale and ischemic lips moved unconsciously, showing sharp canine teeth driven by instinct, biting his wound and sipping warm blood, Yu Tianxin's body tensed slightly due to the momentary pain , then relaxed and looked at her silently.

That dragon... is she?
Frankly speaking, when he heard Liu Erlong say this, he thought she was telling him a not-so-funny joke, isn't she an auxiliary soul master, sick and vulnerable, as if she would shatter if touched lightly, And squeamish, even if the palm of your hand gets an electric shock, it will hurt and make you teary.

But Liu Erlong's tone was so convincing that he couldn't help but believe it.The strange thing is that his opinion of her hasn't changed at all, and he still thinks she is a delicate and sickly little girl.He stretched out his hand and gently brushed away the hair on her shoulders. The wound had already healed, but the big puff of blood was still soaked in it. After bleeding so much, I don't know how she survived.

The trickle of blood at the mouth was just a drop in the bucket, hunger and greed collided and intertwined in her body, driving her to open her eyes, the gilt brilliance flashed dimly in her eyes, her eyes were fierce and confused, Yu Tianxin called her name anxiously : "... Sang Xia, are you feeling better?"

She stared at him fixedly, then suddenly propped herself up and sat up, grabbed his skirt and pulled him down, opened her mouth and bit hard on his carotid artery, the neatly trimmed nails on the other hand stretched out. Grow into sharp claws, close together like knives against the back of his neck to prevent him from struggling.Her pupils turned, and the golden pupils flickered on and off, staring vigilantly and indifferently at Flender and Liu Erlong, guarding against them stealing her prey.

Flender suppressed his worries and said in a low voice: "Erlong, let's go out... Yu Tianxin, if you can't hold on, call us."

Yu Tianxin didn't struggle, his vitals were pierced by sharp teeth, his body trembled, he tried his best to endure the instinct of avoiding danger, he pinched his palm and restrained himself to keep still, allowing her to suck his own blood.

With the continuous loss of blood, his eyes gradually blurred, and an indescribable hotness emanated from the inside out, as if it was hunger, thirst or something else, which made his breathing much heavier.Blue-purple scales emerged from the back of his hand and spread along his arm. He uncontrollably turned on the dragon form, and he didn't even know why.

The inheritance of the dragon family has been cut off for too long, and even the part of memory that Sang Xia inherited did not tell her that for dragons, the boundary between "lust" and "appetite" is actually quite blurred. In the distant ancient times, their Every act of reproduction is like trying to eat each other.

What Sang Xia touched on his neck was not only the sharp claws, but also the soft and moist tongue, which could be said to gently roll over those tiny blood drops, but it made him feel more trembling than the dangerous sharp teeth, and his chest convulsed. He was ups and downs, his heart was beating like a beating drum, his eyes were dazed, his face that should have been pale from blood loss was blushing strangely, and he panted unsteadily and called her: "Sang... Sang Xia..."

The front of his clothes was ripped open by her, and the chest that had never been shown before was faintly visible under the thin fabric of the shirt as he breathed, and the smooth and clear muscle lines were like a statue under the knife of a famous artist.

Sang Xia, who was buried in his neck, raised her head to look at him. There was still blood on the corner of her mouth, but her expression was bewildered and harmless. The effect of dragon blood made her complexion much better, and her cheeks were stained with a pale tinge as if after drinking. A light blush, fluttering eyelashes, and a layer of mist in the eyes, in the eyes of Yu Tianxin, who was about to be completely driven by instinct, looked like a tempting blood meal.

Both of them were not so clear-headed, let alone thinking about the cause of the heat in their bodies. Yu Tianxin's Adam's apple rolled, and she pulled her skirt with trembling hands. She let him move dumbly, and the blood-stained collar spread out. Afterwards, his neck, which was as white as porcelain, was exposed, and below it were round and delicate shoulders and a beautifully shaped collarbone. When the jade appeared in front of his eyes, the cracks on the jade were also fully exposed.

The penetrating knife wound, judging from the trend of the scar, the knife stirred twice after penetrating into her chest; the narrow and long whip marks, Yu Tianxin has seen the kind of execution whips, are densely arranged on it. The thorns can easily tear off a large piece of flesh from a person; the finer ones have round scars left by cigarette butt burns, and also have marks that seem to have been pierced by something thin and sharp.

knife wound.Whiplash.burn.scald.Yu Tianxin almost thought that the person in front of him was a glass puppet that was smashed and put together again, that's why he had such a body riddled with holes.

He raised his hand and slapped himself, forced himself to wake up with severe pain, took off his coat to wrap her up, she was petite and slender, covered by his coat only showed a delicate face, as if Troubled by the heat, he moved restlessly and wanted to shake off the cumbersome clothes.

"Can't...can't be like this..." He grabbed her hand in a hurry, not so much to persuade her as to remind himself repeatedly, he pressed her into his arms in a hurry to prevent her from moving, she didn't struggle anymore , seemed to have lost his strength again, curled up into a small ball nestled in his arms, like a well-behaved cat, tightly pulling his clothes.

Yu Tianxin's hand on the fluffy and thick hair at the back of her head slipped to the two butterfly bones on her back that trembled slightly with her breathing, and he could feel the sword wound similar to chopping through the clothes. Scar, he hugged her tightly with one hand, and slowly raised the other hand to cover his hot face.

(End of this chapter)