Fighter of the Destiny

The sword edge broke through her skin and cut her blood vessels.

No blood spattered out, not even a trace of blood flowed out, because the blood in her body was almost gone.

Chen Changsheng took the scabbard and pointed the mouth of the scabbard at the wound on her neck.

His consciousness moved slightly, and a line of blood came out of the scabbard, more like it was generated from nothingness.

The blood line was very thin, seemingly thinner than a hair, and slowly poured into her blood vessels.

During the whole process, he was very cautious, and his spiritual consciousness was condensed to the extreme.

There is no sound.

Just the taste.

The smell of his blood gradually filled the empty mausoleum.

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He didn't know how much time passed before he retracted the scabbard. A hint of coldness appeared between the index fingers of his right hand, and he pressed it on Xu Yourong's neck. After a while, he confirmed that her blood vessels and wounds had been sealed by extremely fine ice chips. , and then began to deal with his wounds.

The wound between the wrists was clearly visible, and even the bones could be faintly seen. It healed slowly, or it could be said to be sealed by ice.

There were still some blood stains next to the wound. He recalled what his senior brother had told him in private. After hesitating for a moment, he raised his wrist to his lips and began to lick it carefully, like a young animal licking milk.

At the beginning, his senior brother once told him that he must use this method if he is injured and bleeding. Only by eating the blood into the abdomen can the smell of blood stop spreading. Apart from that, no matter how much he uses it, No matter how much water you rinse with, how much sand you use to bury it, or even how you burn it with fire, you can't make that smell disappear.

This was the first time Chen Changsheng tasted his own blood. In the past, during battles, he had almost vomited blood many times and was forced to swallow it, but at that time the blood was only in his throat, but this time, the blood was on his tongue.

It turns out that my own blood is sweet.

He thought so.

It tastes really good.

It looks delicious.

really tasty.

Want to eat some more.

Suddenly he woke up, covered in sweat, and then froze into snow and frost. Previously, he was actually licking faster and harder, like a cub greedily licking his dead mother's milk mixed with blood.

If he hadn't woken up quickly, he might have even licked the wound on his wrist open.

There was dead silence in the mausoleum.

It takes a long time before the breeze blows.

The frozen beads of sweat on the ground rolled slowly, making a squeaking sound.

He leaned against the stone pillar tiredly, his face extremely pale.

Because he had lost too much blood, and also because of fear.

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When he was ten years old, his soul was expelled from the body with sweat, causing visions in the sky and earth. In the mountain shrouded in clouds and mist behind Xining Town, there were unknown and terrifying beings peeping out. From that night on, he knew that there was something abnormal in his body, not that he was sick, but that his soul was the most delicious fruit and an irresistible temptation for many lives.

——If the world discovers that your blood is strange, you will die, and you will definitely have an ending more tragic than death.

When his senior brother said this to him, it was the second day of his ten-year-old year. It took the senior brother a long time to express the meaning of this sentence clearly, because his arms were so weak and his gestures were always wrong.

He asked his senior brother why this was happening. The senior brother was silent for a long time and told him that it was because he had been fanning him last night, trying to fan away the smell emanating from his body as soon as possible.

He asked his senior brother why he was doing this. The senior brother was silent for a long time before telling him that last night, he smelled that smell for a long time and suddenly wanted to suck his blood clean and eat him.

In Chen Changsheng's mind, senior fellow apprentice Yu Ren is the bravest person in the world and the best person to him. If the senior brother wants to die by himself, he can die, but if the senior brother wants to eat himself...

He thought about it for a long time, but still felt that this matter was too terrible.

The blood flowing in the body is the delicacy that all life longs for. For the person involved, this is certainly not a good thing. So he doesn't like his own blood, it can even be said that he hates it, or it can be said that he is afraid of it. Because of this mentality, he never thinks about it, and sometimes he even subconsciously forgets that there is anything special about his blood.

In the morning after that night, the overflowing soul gathered into his body and entered his blood. It never came out again, but the disgust and fear still stayed in the deepest part of his consciousness.

After arriving in Kyoto, he thought he was far away from that horrific memory. He could feel that the taste of his blood was getting lighter. However, in the morning after viewing the tombstones in front of the Mausoleum of the Book of Heaven, he used starlight to cleanse his marrow for the first time in the daytime, but he was shocked to find that everything seemed to be going back to the night when he was ten years old.

He didn't want to experience that kind of night again, and he didn't want to feel the unknown peeping in the clouds and mist again.

So he became more cautious. When he was seriously injured in battle and wanted to vomit blood, he had to swallow it back as soon as possible, even if he risked it. Facing an opponent no matter how powerful he was, he no longer dared to burn all the water in the lake outside You Mansion, because he was worried that like the time in the underground space, he would be blown to pieces by the true energy.

He couldn't bleed or let his blood be smelled. This was something he didn't need to think about, but he regarded it as the highest principle.

Even more important than his life.

Because he always remembered his senior brother's warning.

But today in this mausoleum, he did not listen to his senior brother's warning.

Because he wants to save people.

He looked at the sleeping Xu Yourong and showed a satisfied smile. Because of the poisoning, her face had always been swollen. At this time, the swelling was obviously reduced a lot, and her beautiful eyebrows became clearer.

The most important thing was that her face, which was as pale as snow, gradually gained some color.

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Far away from Zhou Dufu's mausoleum, there is an old temple. If you count from the first temple thousands of miles away, this old temple should be the ninth. This also means that it is only two hundred miles away from Zhou Du|fu's mausoleum.

This is something that even a newly enlightened child can figure out clearly, so Nanke and others will naturally not get it wrong. The old man who played the piano said with emotion: "I never thought that one day in my life I would see Zhou Ling with my own eyes."

Teng Xiaoming carried the burden and looked at the black protrusions faintly visible under the sky in the distance. He, who was always known for his dullness and silence, also looked a little excited at this time. As for his wife Liu Waner, and the two demon beauties, they were even more excited. in this way.

Dozens of days of hard work, even these powerful demons found it a bit hard. But considering that Xu Yourong and Chen Changsheng were waiting to die in front of them, and more importantly, the end of the White Grass Road might be the legendary Zhou Ling, what did this kind of hard work mean?

Suddenly, the white grass road shook slightly, and the source of the vibration came from the depths of the vast grassland behind.

The old man who played the piano felt slightly surprised, turned around and looked into the grassland, and said with a solemn expression: "The monsters seem to be a little restless."

Suddenly, his expression changed dramatically, and he opened his mouth, but was shocked and speechless. The Demon General and his wife also saw the strange phenomenon in the sky, and the aura on their bodies suddenly rose to the peak that Zhouyuan could hold!

A shadow appeared in the sky above the grassland. The shadow was so huge that it seemed to cover half of the sky. This shadow is moving slowly. From a distance, it looks like a pair of huge wings.

Nanke looked at the shadow in the sky, frowned and said, "Even Tianpeng is a little crazy, what happened?"

She didn't know that the source of the grassland monster's restlessness came from the depths of the mausoleum two hundred miles away. Deep in that mausoleum, a young man cut his wrist, and his blood was exposed in the air. The smell of blood diffused in the grassland, and it had faded to the extreme, but it was still enough to make the monsters in this world have an extremely crazy desire.

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Surrounding the mausoleum, there are extremely cleverly designed ventilation channels and light channels. Although rainwater will pour in through these channels, fresh wind and light can be let in. I don’t know what Zhou Du|fu thought when he ordered the design of his tomb. Do people still need to breathe fresh wind and enjoy the bright spring scenery after death?

Chen Changsheng couldn't figure it out, but through the changes in light and humidity in the air, he confirmed that it should be early the next morning, and the rain outside the mausoleum should have stopped.

At this time, Xu Yourong finally woke up.

Chen Changsheng looked at her and smiled.

She didn't smile, she looked at him blankly and asked, "Did you pour your own blood into my body?"

Chen Changsheng said: "A more accurate statement is that I poured my own blood into your veins."

Xu Yourong was a little helpless, sad, and tired, and said, "Although I don't know how you did all this, do you think this is possible? I said, my blood..."

"Yes, that will work."

Before she finished speaking, Chen Changsheng said with a smile. His face was a little pale and his expression was a little tired, but his eyes were very bright, very clean, and very confident, like the rising sun, although it was obscured by clouds and mist, its brilliance remained intact.

Seeing his expression, Xu Yourong had an idea that she didn't even believe, and murmured, "Is this possible?"

"It seems to work."

Chen Changsheng walked to her side, observed the wound on her neck, and then said, "Feel it yourself."

Xu Yourong was a little confused, and subconsciously looked at himself according to his words, and found that his bloodline was really not as exhausted as it was before falling asleep. Although it was not as abundant as usual, it was still a little thin, but at least it was guaranteed... to be alive.

Living, how important, how good, the most important, the best.

But, why can I survive?

What exactly is going on?

At this moment, the blood flowing in her body should obviously be his blood, but why is it the same as her own blood, with no difference?

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(At least what is certain now is that Chen Changsheng has type O blood...Tomorrow is Monday, dear guys, don't forget to vote for recommendation, thank you.)