Master Mixer [Rebirth]

Ye Chuan grumbled in a low voice, his body flashed with white light, and the giant beast suddenly turned into a palm size, his **** eyes gurgling straight, his little pink tongue stretched out to lick the wound, and his body trembled with pain.

Lu Ming sighed softly, condensed the spiritual energy in the palm of his hand, stretched out towards the wound, and a lavender soft light sprinkled on Xiaoyechuan's body. After a while, the blood in the wound stopped and the mouth gradually healed. Only the body received a fatal blow and was very weak, and had to lie on the ground motionless.

Lu Ming reached out and hugged Xiao Yechuan on the stone table, took out a small bottle from Qiankun's bag, and said concisely: "Venom."

Ye Chuan grunted slightly, and after swallowing with a small mouth, the transparent liquid dripped from his mouth into the bottle. After a while, the bottle was full.

Lu Ming looked at the transparent liquid on the table with disgust, hugged Yechuan on the stone bench aside, took out a few comfrey from the bag and threw it over, then pushed the vial far away, his expression looked a little sick. .

Yechuan was so angry that he scratched the stone bench under him with his claws. Its venom was priceless! Especially the venom with such high purity, it is estimated that there is not much in the whole continent! It's a shame to be disgusted by this hateful human at this moment.

Lu Ming ignored the resentful gaze from the side, and after looking at the materials on the table, he began to make it.

The magic weapon produced this time is called "Red Lian", a poison weapon that is well-known throughout the continent. This poison is the venom taken from Yechuan, and when the venom is incorporated into the magic artifact during the refining process, Chi Refining succeeds. However, mastering the heat and material ratio requires very precise control. One point more or one point less will affect the final effect of Chi Lian, and the entire magical artifact will be destroyed.

Lu Ming calmed down and began to make. Although I have heard of the red refining artifacts and read the production methods recorded in the book, it is still difficult to make things that have never been made by myself.

Lu Ming refined it for nearly two hours and finally finished it. He raised his eyes and looked at Yechuan, who was dozing off. His little head was little by little, and he looked very cute.

After four hours of continuous intensive work, Lu Ming felt a little tired. Looking at the time, it was only two hours past, and there are still six hours left, Lu Ming began to struggle. He is actually a very boring person, and he doesn't know what to do to pass the time at this time, so he took out the soft couch from the space, lay down and sighed comfortably.

When people are free, they like to think and think. Lu Ming's brain is a little confused, and he suddenly thinks that Sang Wusheng is next to him. He doesn't know if he has finished it, and he doesn't know if his injuries are healed...

Lu Ming thought in a daze, his eyelids heavier and heavier, and he fell asleep on the soft couch. Ye Chuan saw Lu Ming fall asleep, his eyes rolled, and his murderous aura suddenly appeared. He was about to change his body and rushed to bite the person who injured him. The space was suddenly distorted. Before Ye Chuan had time to transform, he was caught by another one. A huge force rushed to the corner.

Ye Chuan suffered more severe damage than the first time. It spit out a few mouthfuls of blood, collapsed to the ground and shouted, his voice weak and weak, obviously the impact was not small.

"Looking for death!" The extremely cold voice suddenly sounded.

Yechuan's body trembled involuntarily. This familiar smell made it want to run away regardless of pulling its legs. This was clearly a smell unique to the emperor of the demon clan. It's just that the situation at the moment prevents it from moving, and only dared to lie on the ground and pretend to be dead.

Lu Ming was awakened by the movement just now, and slowly opened his eyes to look forward, and almost didn't jump up when he saw the scene ahead clearly.

Lu Ming took a few deep breaths before he calmed his mind and tried to calm down: "What are you doing here?"

Sang Wusheng immediately withdrew the terrifying demonic energy, touched his hand to his face, and the beautiful face that was deliberately disguised was revealed. He immediately changed to an aggrieved look and said: "Brother, I suddenly felt a murderous aura next door. , But your breath is faint and almost nothing, I feel uneasy, so I come over and take a look."

Lu Ming glanced at the lifeless animals on the ground, and said indifferently: "How can these stupid things hurt me? I have set a curse around me a long time ago. If anyone dares to come forward rashly, he will be frustrated immediately. "

Yechuan almost fainted when he heard these words, so he should be grateful that the man with the smell of the devil beat himself to death as soon as he shot it. Did he actually save himself in a disguised form? He should have realized that this person is not a good person at all.

Sang Wusheng knew that the "who" he had rushed forward in his brother's mouth probably also included himself. His heart was funny and angry, and his thoughts moved. Before Luming could react, a devilish air suddenly flew out of his fingertips. Flew straight towards Luming.

Lu Ming's eyes were cold, he raised his hand to block the devilish energy, and sneered: "You dare to hurt me in front of me? You are you...you!"

Lu Ming's expression changed drastically, his body suddenly numb, and his aura secretly moved, but he found that his body was immobile as if it were tied up, and there was almost no strength to raise his hand. He gritted his teeth and said: "What do you mean?"

Sang Wusheng stretched out his hand and twisted it, and the protective barrier covering Luming was easily torn apart. He couldn't wait to run towards Luming, stretched out his hand and gently touched Luming's cheek, rubbing his fingers back and forth, and the warm touch of his fingertips almost made Sang Wusheng lost his mind. His expression was obsessed and sad: "Brother , I miss you so much, why are you unwilling to talk to me?"

Lu Ming was extremely embarrassed, but helpless, Sang Wusheng used these non-influenced moves to make him almost unable to resist, and the situation that was completely controlled at the moment made him extremely flustered, for fear that this beast would do something to him. For terrible things, I had to work hard to suppress the anger in my heart, and said coldly: "You want to force me to do something disgusting?"

Sang Wusheng froze with anger and sadness in his eyes. He suppressed the turbulent emotions and begged in a low voice, "Brother, can't you forgive me? Even if the past is all my fault, let's go back to the way it was before. Isn't it bad? You said you want to take care of me for the rest of your life, why don't you want to take care of me anymore?"

Lu Ming clenched his fists and said angrily: "You murdered Fu Shu first, you lied to me for more than ten years, and then you...doing that kind of thing to me, how can I forgive you? My younger brother has always been Jing Mo. One person can never be Sang Wusheng."

Sang Wusheng closed his eyes and opened it again, smiling bitterly: "It seems that my brother is determined not to forgive me. If this is the case, then I will never treat you as a brother anymore."

Lu Ming's heart trembled suddenly and looked at the person in front of him blankly.

Sang Wusheng smiled lightly at the corner of his mouth, and gently pressed his lips to the red mole at the corner of Luming's eye, and said in a low voice, "It is the most sad to know this level when I was young. God wants me to meet my brother again. I only think that you are the one I can’t avoid in this life. Even if my body is broken to pieces, I have never been afraid. I don’t want to treat you as an older brother. I just want you to be the only one who will be with me for a lifetime.”

Hearing these words, Lu Ming looked at the emotions in Sang Wusheng's eyes that were too strong to dissolve. Thousands of emotions were stuck in his chest, and he only felt that his heart seemed to stop beating. He knew that Sang Wusheng had a deep bond with him, but what about this? The gap between them is absolutely impossible to fill, so how can they be with each other for a lifetime?

Sang Wusheng saw Lu Ming’s eyes fluctuating and seemed to loosen, so he continued his efforts and put on a self-deprecating expression: "I know that my brother blamed me for murdering Fu Shu, but I was not strong at that time and was often caught Controlled by the inner demon, my brother has always been my inner demon. At that time, I was completely controlled by the inner demon and could not tell right from wrong. The thought of killing Fushu would be difficult to control. It’s not impossible to get into demons. My brother thinks about it carefully. How can Shao Ji alone fight against many capable demons? If I didn’t deliberately do it, Fu Shu and Shao Jiyan are dead?"

Lu Ming's heart trembled, his lips moved slightly, but he didn't say what he wanted to say, but his eyes were gloomy, his eyelashes trembled, and his teeth bit his lips without saying a word.

Sang Wusheng continued: "Brother should know who I am. When I was young, I depended on my mother for life, and was strayed. This face was too ostentatious. I had to hide my true face. I didn’t want to hide my brother, but my brother used to face Jing Moshi. I have said about Sang Wusheng and said that I only want to avoid him in this life...Brother, how should I confess to you? Since my mother got sick and died, I have only you. You reject the identity of Sang Wusheng, how can I dare to risk it? The danger of losing you came out with you? Although my mother once told me that my father is not a demon, and I am not a descendant of the demon, but I am born with a demon physique, wanting to come to my mother also lied to me, did my brother long ago Knowing that my real body is actually a demon, do you despise me?"

Lu Ming's heart shook, and his eyes drifted. It turned out that Sang Wusheng didn't know that he was the son of Demon Lord Shen Mu. I was afraid that his grandfather had concealed the true identity of his son-in-law at that time, and it was rumored that this person was only a demon. The purpose of such remarks by the accomplice is to protect Sang Wusheng from being pursued by the cultivation world. Lu Ming was silent for a long time before he said: "I am not rejecting your true identity. I... also have the last resort."

Sang Wusheng said bitterly: "My brother should know that there are some difficulties that can't be explained, why bother to entangle me with concealing your things? That day, if my brother wants to sever my kindness, I, I have no choice."

Lu Ming's heart was aching slightly. He knew that he was deeply affected by the original work. When he heard that Jing Mo was Sang Wusheng, his sanity was gone. He just wanted to cut his righteousness from him, and he didn't think about all changes. There is a reason, Sang Wusheng is too deeply attached to himself, and there must be part of his own reasons for this result. At that time, I didn't think deeply before making a decision, and I was indeed too sloppy. Thinking about it now, things shouldn't all rest on him, it would be too unfair.

Sang Wusheng stretched out his hand to hug Luming. Luming breathed slowly and eagerly. He finally heard what he said just now. Sang Wusheng breathed a sigh of relief and said grievances: "I was always wrong when I did something like that to my brother. I shouldn't persecute you like that. I know that my brother is thin-skinned, but he still hurts your heart. When I was a kid, my brother used to teach. I should try my best to plan things slowly, not to act rashly, so as not to get rid of the trouble. I didn't expect that I still failed my brother's teaching and I was too anxious to plan things."

Lu Ming immediately said with a cold face: "I have taught you these things, but I have never said that they should be used in this respect. Even if they are used, they cannot be used on me!"

Sang Wusheng curled his eyebrows and hugged Lu Ming's waist and said coquettishly: "So I didn't use it on my brother. I just use my method to make my brother inseparable from me."

Lu Ming said angrily: "Your method is wrong, let me go!"

Sang Wusheng jokingly said: "Yes, don't let it go."

Lu Ming's teeth creaked, "How come you didn't know that you were such a virtue when you were a kid!"

Sang Wusheng didn't answer, just buried his head in Luming's arms and sniffed gently. The demons have always been sensitive to odors, and their noses are full of Luming's unique scents, and their hearts are so satisfied that they feel sour, and their eyes gradually turn red.

Sang Wusheng took Lu Ming's hand and choked sobs: "Brother, I don't want anything anymore. I only want you, and you are not allowed to leave me."

Lu Ming remained silent for a long time, and sighed softly after a long time. The warmth from his palm made his body tremble. He didn't dare to think about it, for fear that he would sink into this deep feeling and couldn't extricate himself from it. For some reason, many years ago, when I entered Sang Wusheng’s dream and saw the scene of the two killing each other, he suddenly jumped into his head. At that time, Sang Wusheng pierced He Qingci with a Qingli sword expressionlessly. The body, the familiar and unfamiliar feeling almost made him shudder. He had a vague hunch that the road ahead would not be so smooth.