blood fox

Chapter 207
When I heard Zhilian describe me as just a sacrificial offering, I was taken aback for a moment, but then I realized that his description was very appropriate.

Ling Yuan took the fox clan with him and offered blood as a sacrifice in exchange for me to live in this life.

Whether it is the Buddhist sect or the Taoist sect, I must live.

The purpose of my life is to attract those weird and sinister things out.

Blood debt paid blood again!
Perhaps in the end, there is another big role.

It was really just a sacrifice.

Zhi Lian held the roll of lotus leaf and handed it to Ling Yuan: "I asked You Tong to pick her up, but I was negligent, thinking that she was still Yun Miao from before."

"But you know that she is in such a poor health now, and you also know that she will not be able to bear it if the earth is so far away, but you didn't prepare her perfectly. You knew that Youtong wanted to lure her to wash, so you let her choke on the water like this, You could stop it, but you didn't, you just wanted me to make Youtong angry and let her fetch Youquan water to Yunmiao."

"Now that the water is brought, You Tong is hurt, and she can't go out for at least half a year. Yun Miao will be in better health after drinking the water from You Spring. Isn't this what you want?" Zhi Lian took Ling Yuan's hand and held her The lotus leaf was carefully placed in Ling Yuan's hand: "You are still like this."

Drenched all over, I sat on the bluestone slab and watched them all dressed in white and pink in color, standing by the lotus pond, chatting hand in hand.

Maybe I'm really just a tool man, just a sacrifice!

So Ling Yuan came all the way, knowing that Youtong tormented me just to make Zhilian feel bad, and then punished Youtong to take some Youquan water.

Firstly, it can seriously injure You Tong, and secondly, it is good for my health.

It seems that his results are all good, but the process is a bit too...

What makes me even more incomprehensible is that Zhilian has clearly seen through, but still took this step.

Beside the lotus pond, Zhilian seemed a little angry, she put the lotus leaf in Ling Yuan's hand, turned around and sat down at the chessboard, looked down at the chessboard, holding a chess piece, and planned to make a calm move.

But it seemed that the more he thought about it, the more angry he became, he squeezed the chess piece and smashed it down heavily against the stone.

The chess pieces on the chessboard instantly turned into dust, and even the stone turned into ashes with a bang, forming a gray dark cloud.

As soon as Qin Tianshi picked up the whisk, he quickly brushed away the gray stones that were about to rush to him.

Ling Yuan, who was originally standing motionless by the lotus pond, also had a flash, rolled up his white robe, and rolled me up to protect him in his arms. At the same time, he squeezed the lotus leaf and poured it into my mouth.

The stuff in the lotus leaf seemed to be slippery and greasy, once it entered the mouth, it seemed to be alive, and it burrowed into the throat by itself.

The taste is a bit like jelly without sugar, with a grassy taste, and it seems a bit disgusting.

But I didn't wait for my aftertaste to come over, and it poured directly into my throat.

As the strong wind rolled over the gray stones, the bluestones with a bit of ancient charm, the lively lotus in the lotus pond were instantly stained with those grays and rotted, and disappeared in the blink of an eye.

There is only one blood-red lotus standing in the mud, which is the scene when we left Zhilian Tomb.

We all fell into the mud in an instant, and the lotus powder clothes on Zhilian's body turned blood red again, but he stood on the mud as if his feet hadn't touched the mud, and turned to look at me: "Why always so!"

I don't know what he was talking about, but his face was very painful, and he murmured: "Yun Miao, you have always been a sacrifice, in the past life, and in this life too. You know that Ling Yuan treats you badly, Obviously they let you live, but they want to draw your blood at the critical moment, use you as bait, and use you to sacrifice to the common people. But you still want to believe them and not me?"

Zhi Lian chuckled, tugged at her bright red clothes, and said in a low voice: "I'm even more ridiculous, knowing that Ling Yuan's methods are all used to deal with me. I also know that he won't let you die, but I still can't help it!"

"Why do you think this is?" Zhilian's eyes were red, her face was full of resentment, she murmured: "I know it, but I still can't bear it, why?"

He even turned his head to look at Ling Yuan: "Why don't Mr. Ling Yuan help me get rid of the thread of love in my heart just like he pulled the thread of blood for Yun Miao back then?"

"In this way, I will be like you, able to watch her suffer like this cruelly. Do you agree?" Zhilian's beautiful and enchanting face was full of remorse.

It seemed that he didn't even want to look at me, but slowly turned around and looked at the blood-red lotus: "Master Qin Tianshi has already agreed, I will tell you how to kill blood worms, and Ling Yuanjun will trap the lotus in my real body. My blood is drawn away."

"But why do you still do these things?" Zhilian turned her head to look at Ling Yuan fiercely, with bloodshot streaks flashing across her face like lotus veins, her anger and hatred burst forth.

And the blood-red lotus flower behind him seemed to be about to bloom in an instant.

But when the lotus petals were unfolding, a coil of bloody threads suddenly flashed, wrapping the entire flower bud.

Zhilian showed a painful expression, frowned tightly, her thin lips parted slightly, and took a heavy breath: "I would rather you and Kongmen Daomen form the ninety-nine trapped soul formation and press me into the underground lava, I don't want this thread of blood to haunt me. Let me feel how much Yun Miao loved you back then, how deep his love was, so deep..."

Zhi Lian raised her head, stared at Ling Yuan, panting non-stop, wishing she could rush over immediately and bite him to death.

I turned my head to look at the blood lotus that stood upright in the mud, was about to open, but was entwined with threads of blood.

There was a burst of cramping pain in his heart, no wonder Ling Yuanshe was able to transform his body into blood essence, and drew out this blood thread, entangled Zhilian.

But it is certain that Zhilian can be trapped in this way.

Originally, I was still curious, Ling Yuan in Sidong had thousands of threads of blood, but he didn't trap Zhilian, why this one was enough.

What traps Zhilian is not a thread, but a feeling.

No wonder, Ling Yuan directly asked me to find Zhilian, knowing that Youtong would come to pick me up.

I'm afraid he took the opportunity to discuss the terms with Qin Tianshi earlier.

Zhi Lian was obviously in pain, and she said to Ling Yuan: "You and Yun Miao use blood as a guide to untie this blood thread, and I will tell you how to kill the blood worm. Lord Ling Yuan doesn't know how this thing came about."

Qin Tianshi immediately gave a low cough, squeezed the whisk and shook it lightly.

This is obviously to remind Ling Yuan that it cannot be solved.

My body is still weak right now, almost relying on Ling Yuan to carry me so that I don't fall down.

Hearing this, he couldn't help but smiled wryly.

I thought Ling Yuan brought me here to persuade Zhilian emotionally.

But I didn't expect that I still wanted to let my blood out to draw out the blood.

But judging from the current situation, if you want to untie the thread of blood, it may be very difficult to trap Zhilian again.

I don't know how Ling Yuan will choose.

"What?" Zhi Lian's face was still angry, and she glanced at Ling Yuan: "Mr. Ling Yuan lost thousands of blood, and drew a soul-fixing talisman on Yun Miao's body with Yin blood. This time, the ghost will disperse, and even the blood will be gone." Can't it be lured out? Otherwise, why can't even deal with a corpse!"

Listening to his words, I suddenly thought of Yun Miaoshi's several times of probing, probably because I wanted to know how much strength Ling Yuan still had.

(End of this chapter)