Rebellious Contract Beast

"Miss, please leave quickly. There's still a fire here. I'm afraid someone will come looking for me soon. How can I take revenge?"

"I won't leave. Get up and we'll walk together."

"Okay, that's right. You are not me. If you are found, you will return to Wuchuan alive. Maybe you can still have a good life..."

It was so uncomfortable that he stopped mid-sentence, burying his head and motionless, and his heavy breathing exploded in her ears like thunder.

Hejian Chuyun fell silent. Suddenly she remembered something, her eyes lit up, and she used her sword to push aside all the lit fires in front of Shen Yi. Then she walked in front of him and knelt down and asked, "Are you not red enough?" ?”

Shen Yi opened his eyelids with great difficulty, but he just glanced at her without saying a word.

Seeing this, Hejian Chuyun hurriedly took out all the fine products left on him, including the Ordinary Yun Beast Pill and the Peiyuan Pill.

"That's all there is, you eat them all."

She held these elixirs and handed them over. Seeing the tears in her eyes, Shen Yi did not refuse and used some strength to open her mouth.

His idea is to be a dead ghost before he dies.

After eating all these elixirs and replenishing nearly twenty units of red energy, his condition seemed to be better and he said: "The red energy is actually enough, but it was discovered too late and there is no way to recover." Damn it...Old witch, if you don’t want to be taken away, leave immediately. If you don’t want to leave, I can’t control you anymore.”

"I'm not leaving. I'll wait until you're okay."

"...I have nothing to say, okay."

"How do you feel now?"

"What else can I do? I'm very tired, it's hard to breathe... and my head is cold, very cold..."

"any left?"

"..."

"Xuan Li!"

"..."

"Wake up!"

"..."

"Huh? Oh... I want to sleep, I'm a little sleepy."

"Don't sleep, you won't wake up if you fall asleep... Xuan Li!"

As Shen Yi's condition continued to deteriorate and entered a near-death state, the connection anchor rooted in Tsurumi Chuyun's consciousness began to tremble, constantly sending panic and uneasiness to her.

Her heartbeat began to accelerate, and she hurriedly reached out to shake him.

"Xuan Li! I beg you, wake up quickly, don't sleep!"

"..."

"Xuan Li?"

"..."

"Wake up!"

"..."

"I still have some pills here, you can just take them all."

"..."

"Xuanli..."

She shouted over and over again, shook her body, and took out all kinds of elixirs that could replenish her red energy, but Shen Yi still didn't respond at all. Later, her voice began to choke and tears streaked down her cheeks. Her cheeks dripped from her chin, wetting the ashes left by the withered grass on the ground after being burned by the flames. Her words were full of panic and reluctance, but she could not stop the gradual collapse of the anchor point of connection.

"Don't you still hate me? I'll let you take revenge, okay? You can do whatever you want to me. I won't guard you when I take a shower from now on. You can do whatever you want, as long as you wake up. I only have you as a relative. Don't leave, please... Shen Yi..."

She no longer called Xuan Li, but called his real name.

Of course, Tsurumi Chuyun knew that the other party also had the name "Shen Yi", but she had always been unwilling to call him by this name. For her, calling him Xuanli was because Shen Yi was her life god. It proves that if one day she really uses the name "Shen Yi", the contract may have been terminated by then.

But now she couldn't care about any of this, she just wanted Shen Yi to wake up, as long as it took a while.

But the moment the word "Shen Yi" came out of her mouth, it seemed to be filled with some kind of magic power. Shen Yi, who was motionless, was stirred up. Then he raised his head and looked at her blankly, as if he had lost his soul. Similar.

Suddenly, he weakly shouted: "Zhao Shuling?"

Hearing this name, Tsurumi Chuyun was also stunned. He subconsciously looked behind him, but saw nothing.

Looking back, Shen Yi also came to his senses.

"Still the old demon goose..."

"Have you... seen my mother?"

"Almost... hahahaha... I seemed to have taken a nap just now. Why aren't you leaving?"

"I……"

"If you don't leave, then you'll be caught." Shen Yi said, his head drooping again, but as soon as his eyes closed, He Jian Chuyun quickly shook himself again.

"Don't sleep!"

Helpless, Shen Yi could only open his eyes and said painfully: "What's the use of you... You can't save the nest, it's freezing, you might as well let me die early and be relieved..."

Hearing this, He Jianchuyun stopped for a moment, pursed his lips, and looked at him desperately.

Shen Yi closed his eyes again.

This time she didn't try to wake him up again. As if she was discouraged, she slumped on the ground and stared blankly into the distance.

Not long after, she looked at the sword in her hand, then at Shen Yi, and said softly to him: "Then I won't disturb you. You have a good sleep."

Shen Yi didn't answer, not even nodding.

She didn't care anymore, just stared at the sword in her hand.

The contact anchor point has begun to affect the altar, which also indicates that Shen Yi is about to die, and similarly, her life has begun to count down.

After Shen Yi died and her cultivation was completely ruined, how could she, an ordinary person and a woman, complete the rest of her journey?
As for the Daliang royal family who ruined her family, she would not give them any chance regardless of whether the art of sacrificing clothes existed or not.

It would be better to die and maybe see his mother and other people in Tsurumi Mansion.

She took a deep breath and slowly raised the sword in her hand.

When the sword edge touched her neck, it drew a blood mark on her fair skin. But just when she was about to exert force, she suddenly felt something strange. She looked down and saw Shen Yi's forelimb on her lap. .

"Hey witch... braised demon goose..."

Hearing him calling him, Tsurumi Chuyun quickly put down the sword in his hand and responded.

"Ok?"

"My head... is cold, who's not here... yo... Danhuo roar... roast it..."

Shen Yi was so cold that he couldn't speak clearly, and He Jian Chuyun didn't understand for a moment.

"What did you say?" Shen Yi closed his eyes, raised his neck and hit the ground hard with his head.

"Dan fire... roast! Bake Wo's head! It's cold, I... who... want to... sleep! Can't sleep! Let Wo... die comfortably..."

With words and actions, Tsurumi Chuyun barely understood what he meant, so he had to put aside the idea of ​​committing suicide, turned around and knelt in front of him, let Shen Yi put his head on his lap, and then spread his hands to control the elixir fire in his body. Get into his head.

The moment the pill fire entered his head, Shen Yi felt a warmth that could almost drive him crazy. Although this warmth was not much, it did exist, and it was melting the ice and snow in his mind little by little.

He instinctively exerted force on his forelimbs and tried his best to get into her arms, as if he could feel more warmth by doing so.

"Don't move!"

"Fire...fire...so warm..."

"Warmth, warmth, just don't move. I'll give it to you. I'll give it all to you."

She comforted her several times, and I don't know if Shen Yi heard it, but he still stopped thrusting forward, but his head wanted to get into her body to absorb the warmth.

Tsurumi Chuyun breathed a sigh of relief and increased his intensity. More elixir fire invaded his head and clashed with the cold inside.

"How are you?" After a while, she asked aloud.

Shen Yi did not answer, but looking at him, the elixir fire that could burn from the inside out seemed to be able to relieve the cold feeling in his head.

In fact, it is indeed much more comfortable this way, at least it is not so cold or icy.

He had no strength and could not speak. He just rested his head in her arms, and the warmth enveloped his head or his whole body, but the fatigue did not disappear. At some point, he fell into a coma or fell into a coma. Fell asleep.

In a daze of consciousness, Shen Yi woke up again.

The cold wind howled, freezing him awake.

He opened his eyes, and in front of him was no longer a wet grassland, but a vast expanse of ice.

Shen Yi trembled and sat up from the ice. When he looked down, he realized that he was no longer the body of a Western dragon with wings, but had restored his human body, wearing thin clothes, like a fearless person. The traveler accidentally entered a forbidden area.

He glanced around blankly, stood up slowly, and subconsciously opened his mouth to call someone, his voice hoarse.

"Old witch...Old witch!"

"Old witch! Where are you!"

Except for the biting cold wind, no one responded to him. He felt that the blood in his whole body was frozen, and his upper and lower rows of teeth were chattering uncontrollably.

He seemed to be covering himself with something to keep out the cold, but there was nothing around him except white, with no end in sight.

The glacier in the distance was blurry and distorted. Shen Yi couldn't remember what he had just done, and he came here inexplicably.

The three words "old witch" felt very familiar to him, but they also felt strange.

The biological instinct for survival prevented him from staying here forever. After standing up, he folded his arms and rubbed them quickly while shouting the words "old witch" and walked forward.

But no matter how hard he rubbed it, he couldn't bring himself any warmth.

It's just that every time I call the old witch, I can hear someone responding to me. Maybe it's an illusion, there is nothing, or maybe it's really there, but I can't hear it clearly.

He didn't know how long he had been walking. Shen Yi was tired and cold. He urgently needed a fire source to warm himself, but there was no tree around, so he couldn't make a fire at all.

The wind blew over and over again, passing through his body and almost freezing his cells.

His consciousness blurred again, and he seemed to have become a puppet, or maybe a zombie, stumbling and stumbling all the way, just moving forward unconsciously, not knowing where he was going or what his destination was.
Another gust of cold wind blew, and the biting ice seemed to freeze his last cells. The world in front of him went dark, and he fell silently on the ice.

He seemed to have fallen asleep again, dreaming that a group of monks appeared in front of him. The leading abbot opened his cassock, stretched out his hand and handed a pill to him.

"Donor, this is the Tianji Xuanyuan Pill. If you eat it, it can cure all poisons..."

Hearing the sound, Shen Yi stretched out his hand to grab it, but before he touched the elixir in the monk's hand, he woke up again.

The moment he opened his eyes again, he finally felt a warmth that made every cell in his body cheer.

Thinking it was fire, he looked behind him in the direction of the warmth, but he only saw a flower whose colors were constantly changing.

And that warmth emanates from the flower stems.

I vaguely remember that I walked a long way before falling down here.

After feeling the temperature emanating from the flower stem, Shen Yi struggled to change direction and crawl forward. As he continued to approach, a faint fragrance penetrated into his nostrils, and the temperature began to rise.

The moment his hand touched the surface of the flower stem, he hugged it tightly, frantically and greedily absorbing the temperature radiating from the inside of the stem.

As warm as the flower stem was, he hated the cold outside. He wanted to stick every inch of his body to it. He was obsessed with it.

Occasionally his hand would reach out unconsciously, but after touching the cold snow, he quickly retracted it.

At this moment, he didn't want to go anywhere, he just wanted to stay next to this flower. It seemed to be his life. As long as this warmth always existed, it was enough.

He fell asleep again, and this time, he slept more comfortably than ever before, and the wisps of heat relaxed his nerves bit by bit.

It was getting colder and colder outside, and he didn't know how long he had slept for. It might have been one day, or it might have been several months. In short, Shen Yi felt that a long time had passed.

During these times, he remained motionless in a sleeping position. It could also be said that he did not dare to move, for fear of leaving the coverage of the warmth emitted by the flowers.

Under his endless pursuit, the ever-changing colors of the flowers behind him seemed to have reached a limit, and the temperature emanating from the flower stems began to slowly drop. I think if this continues, the warmth it radiates will disappear sooner or later.

The moment he felt the coldness again, Shen Yi hurriedly opened his eyes, stretched out his skinny arms that were blue and purple from the cold, and touched the flower stems tremblingly, his eyes full of panic.

He forcibly stood up, hugged the flower stem tightly, and shouted: "No! No! Heat it up, heat it up, please, don't stop! Please!"

Shen Yi tried his best to retain the last warmth.

As if she understood his words, the temperature of the flower stems quickly warmed up again.

Shen Yi calmed down, breathed a sigh of relief, and leaned closer before falling asleep again.

After a period of time, the flowers will stop emitting temperature for no reason. After Shen Yi wakes up from the cold wind outside, he will get up to beg or threaten the flower, and every time it will do so, obediently. Continue to spread the temperature.

But after stopping four or five times in a row, the flower seemed to become impatient. Not only did it stop emitting heat, but it also used an invisible force to push itself back.

After Shen Yi was awakened, he immediately struggled, resisting the force and approaching forcefully. Then he spread his arms to hug the flower stem, unwilling to let go.

But now his body is in extremely bad condition, and he doesn't have much strength left. As time goes by, it will be difficult for him to block the power of the flower. But in order not to be pushed away by it, Shen Yi can only dig into the stem with his nails. Even if you don't have the strength, you still have to force out the strength to hold tightly.

His survival instinct told him that without warmth, he would die.

But he doesn't want to die!
But if he doesn't want to die, he can't live without this flower.

He won't let go, even if he is beaten to death by it, dying in the warmth is better than being frozen to death.

"You can't drive me away... No! Don't even try to drive me away..."

"Please..."

"It's cold outside...please..."

"The old hag..."

Due to the constant exertion of his fingers, the nails pinched into the flower stems began to tear and fall off, but even so, Shen Yi still did not let go.

At the same time, the weak He Jian Chuyun looked at him struggling in his arms and sighed. He could only give up the idea of ​​taking a rest first and continued to send elixir fire to Shen Yi's head to relieve the coldness caused by the snake venom. . (End of chapter)