Way of Choices

Jian Feng broke her skin and cut her blood vessels.

No blood splattered out, and even a trace of blood did not flow out, because the blood in her body was almost gone.

Chen Changsheng took the sword sheath and pointed it at the wound between her necks.

The consciousness moved slightly, and a line of blood came out of the scabbard, more like it was generated from nothing.

The blood line was very thin, seeming to be thinner than the hairline, slowly pouring into her blood vessel.

Throughout the process, he was very cautious, and his consciousness was refined to the extreme.

There is no sound.

Only taste.

The smell of his blood gradually diffused in the empty tomb.

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I don't know how long it took, he withdrew the scabbard, and a chill emerged between his right index finger, pressing it against Xu Yourong's neck. Before he began to treat his wounds.

The wound between the wrists was clearly visible, even faintly visible, and healed slowly, or was frozen by ice.

Some blood stains remained beside the wound. He remembered that Brother had confessed to him privately, hesitated for a moment, and raised his wrist to his lips, and began to lick it carefully, just like a young animal licking food**.

At that time, Senior Brother once told him that if you are injured and bleed, you must use this method. Only in this way, you can eat the blood into the abdomen, so that the taste of blood will not continue to spread. Rinse with plenty of water, bury it with more sand, and even burn it with a fire, you can't let that taste disappear.

This is the first time Chen Changsheng has tasted his own blood. In battle before, he nearly vomited blood several times and was swallowed forcibly, but at that time the blood was only in the throat, and at this time, the blood was on his tongue.

It turned out that his own blood was sweet.

He thought so.

The taste is really good.

It looks delicious.

really tasty.

I want to eat more.

Suddenly he woke up, covered in sweat, and then frozen into frost. Previously he was licking faster and harder, more and more hard, like a greed licking a deceased baby with his dead mother's blood.

If he didn't wake up fast, he might even lick the wound on his wrist.

There was silence in the mausoleum.

It takes a long time for the breeze to blow through.

The frozen sweat beads on the ground rolled slowly, making a bone-like sound.

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

Because he shed too much blood, but also because of fear.

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At the age of ten, his soul was discharged from the body with sweat, which led to the vision of the world. In the mountain behind Xining Town, there was an unknown horror life peeping in the cloud-covered mountain. From that night on, he knew that there were abnormal people in his body, not that he was sick, but that his soul was the most delicious fruit for many lives and an irresistible temptation.

——If you let the world discover the abnormality of your blood, you will die, and will surely usher in a more tragic ending than death.

When Brother Brother said this to him, it was the second day of the year when he was ten years old. At that time, it took a long time for the senior brother to express the meaning of this sentence clearly, because his arms were sore and weak, and the gesture was always wrong.

He asked Senior Brother why this happened. Brother was silent for a long time and told him that it was because last night, he had been fanning him, wanting to fan the smell spilled from him as soon as possible.

He asked Senior Brother why this is the case. Brother was silent for a long time before telling him that last night, he smelled the smell for a long time, and suddenly wanted to **** his blood clean and wanted to eat him.

In the mind of Chen Changsheng, Brother Yu is the bravest person in the world and the best person for himself. If Brother wants to die by himself, he can die, but if Brother wants to eat himself...

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

The blood flowing in the body is the delicacy that all life longs for. This is certainly not a good thing for the person concerned. So he doesn't like his blood, he can even say hate, or he can be afraid. Because of this mentality, he never thinks about this matter, and sometimes even subconsciously forgets what is special about his blood.

In the early morning after the night passed, the overflowing spirits gathered into his body and entered his blood, and no trace of it came out, but the kind of hatred and fear still remained in the deepest part of his sea of ​​knowledge.

After coming to Kyoto, he thought he had moved away from that horrible memory, and he could feel that the taste of his blood seemed to be fading. However, in the early morning after Tian Shuling's overnight observation of the former tombstone, he used the starlight to wash his marrow for the first time in the daytime, but he was shocked to find that everything seemed to be returning to the night when he was ten years old.

He didn't want to experience that night again, he didn't want to perceive the unknown peep in the clouds again.

So he became more cautious. When he was seriously injured in the battle and wanted to vomit blood, he had to swallow it in the first place even if he risked it. In the face of no matter how powerful his opponent is, he no longer dares to burn all the lake water outside the palace, because he is worried that, like the one in the underground space, the flesh and blood of Zhenyuan's explosion are blurred.

He cannot bleed or let his blood be smelled. This is the thing he does not need to think about, but he regards it as the highest standard.

Even more important than his life.

Because he keeps remembering the warning of Brother.

But today in this mausoleum, he did not heed the warning of his brother.

Because he wants to save people.

He looked at Xu Yourong in his sleep, and showed a satisfied smile. Because of the poisoning, her face has always been somewhat swollen. At this time, those puffiness have been significantly reduced, and the clear eyebrows have become clearer.

The most important thing is, her pale snow face, at this time gradually gave birth to a few traces of blood.

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Far away from Zhou Du|Fu Mausoleum, there is an old temple. If counted from the first Chusi Temple thousands of miles away, this old temple should be the ninth. This means that it is only two hundred miles away from Zhou Du|fu's tomb.

This is something that can be figured out by the newly enlightened children. Naturally, Nanke and others will not be mistaken. The old man playing the piano said with emotion: "I didn't expect that I would have seen Zhou Ling with my own eyes in my life."

Teng Xiaoming was carrying a burden, looking at the black protrusion looming under the distant sky dome. He was always known for his silent silence. At this time, his expression was also a little excited. As for his wife Liu Wan'er, and the two demon beauties, they were even more in this way.

After dozens of days of hard work, even these powerful demon clan feel a bit hard. But thinking of Xu Yourong and Chen Changsheng just waiting to die in the front, and more importantly, the end of Bai Cao Road may be the legendary Zhou Ling. What is this kind of hard work?

Suddenly, the white grass road vibrated slightly, the source of the vibration came from the deep grassland behind.

The old man playing the piano was slightly surprised and turned to look in the grassland. He looked solemnly and said, "The monsters seem to be agitated."

Suddenly, his expression changed dramatically, his mouth opened, but he was shocked and speechless. The demon couple also saw the vision in the sky, and the aura suddenly rose to the apex that Zhou Yuan could hold!

A shadow appeared in the sky above the grassland. The shadow is so huge that it seems to cover half of the sky. This shadow is moving slowly, looking at it from a distance, like a pair of huge wings.

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

She did not know that the source of the restlessness of the grassland monsters came from the depth of the tomb two hundred miles away. Deep inside the tomb, a teenager cut his wrist and exposed blood to the air. The smell of blood diffused in the grassland, and it has faded to the extreme, but it is still enough to make the monsters in this world have a crazy desire.

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Around the mausoleum, there are very cleverly designed ventilation channels and light channels, so that no rain will be poured through those channels, but fresh wind and light can come in. I don’t know what Zhou Du|hu thought when he ordered the design of his tomb. Do people still need to breathe the fresh wind and enjoy the bright spring after their death?

Chen Changsheng didn't understand it. It was only through the changes in light and humidity in the air that it was confirmed that it should be early in the next morning, and the rain outside the tomb should also stop.

At this time, Xu Yourong finally woke up.

Chen Changsheng looked at her and smiled.

She did not smile, staring at him and asked, "You poured my blood into my body?"

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

Xu Yourong was a little helpless, a little sad, a little tired, and said: "Although I don't know what method you used to do all this, but do you think it works? I said, my blood..."

"Yes, this works."

Before she finished, Chen Changsheng said with a smile. His face was pale, and his expression was a bit stiff, but his eyes were very bright, clean, and confident. Like the rising sun, he was covered by clouds and fog, but his brilliance was undiminished.

Looking at his expression, Xu Yourong gave birth to an idea that he didn't believe, and muttered, "Is this possible?"

"It seems to work."

Chen Changsheng walked to her side, observed the wound around her neck, and then said, "You feel it yourself."

Xu Yourong was somewhat at a loss, and subconsciously observed himself according to his words, and found that his bloodline was not really as exhausted as before he fell asleep. Although not as abundant as usual, it was still a bit thin, but at least it could guarantee... alive.

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

But why can I survive?

What exactly is going on?

At this time, the blood flowing in her body should be his blood, why is it like his own blood, no difference?

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(At least now it is certain that Chen Changsheng is blood type O... Tomorrow is Monday, dear big guy, don’t forget to vote for the recommendation, thank you.)

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