blood fox

Chapter 60

Xuan Xin's voice is not low, otherwise Xuan Ming would not have heard her crying in Suolongjing when she was still a baby.

So when I cried, the whole wooden house seemed to be shaking.

The little novice of Xiao Jingyuan hurriedly comforted him.

Even the monks carrying water to wash the ground outside quickly looked in from the window.

I watched Xuan Xin cry louder and louder, the more I cried, the more wronged I was.

It seems that if he is a good monk, he will not be able to cultivate in the future because he slept with me.

And this sleep is really just a simple sleep.

Seeing those monks, they also had worried faces, but they didn't come in to say anything, considering the identities of Qin Yangyu and me.

But there was still a monk who hurriedly turned to the door and asked Jingyuan softly why Xuanxin was crying.

Jingyuan was afraid that he not only heard Xuanxin say this, he and Xuanxin went in and out together, maybe heard Xuanxin complained, so he immediately told those monks vividly.

So when those monks turned their eyes to look at me again, their eyes were full of exploration, as if I was some kind of monster who only sucked the blood of young monks.

It made me feel awkward for a while.

I wanted to coax him, but my leg hurt so badly, and he was crying so loudly that he couldn't hear me even if I told him.

Qin Yangyu didn't waste any time, taking advantage of my nerves being tense from crying, he took the bottle of alcohol and poured it on my wound.

Good guy!
The wound the size of a coin was still the kind that was gouged out, and it was drenched with alcohol in an instant.

I wailed in pain, which instantly overwhelmed Xuan Xin's crying.

I fell down on the bed in pain, sweating profusely, splashing.

My ears are full of my own wailing, and Xuanxin's voice that is getting softer as we cry.

When I felt that the cool powder was sprinkled on the wound, there were still little hands that were still slightly cool, pulling something to wipe my sweat.

It was only then that I felt that the golden stars that had been shining in front of my eyes slowly dissipated, and what I saw was Xuanxin still with teardrops, shiny eyes, and a face that was getting more and more pursed.

There is sympathy in the eyes, and a little embarrassment.

I let out a breath, really speechless.

Staring at Xuan Xin's small face, I thought for a while, then smiled at him and said, "Don't worry, I won't let you sleep with me."

I know that Ling Yuan's goal is very clear. He also mentioned my nightmare, telling me not to leave the Jade Buddha, which can help me wake up, but I never thought that he would ask Xuan Xin to accompany me sleep.

When Xuan Xin heard my agreement, she was overjoyed, and her hands that wiped my sweat became more courteous.

After wiping off, Qin Yangyu also took care of the wound.

Xuan Xin didn't want to stay here for a moment, and beckoned Jing Yuan to carry the bucket of water away.

Only then did I realize that in the originally clear water, it seemed that some sticky ink had been squeezed and scattered in the water, sinking and floating, but it did not disperse.

"This is how resentment melts away, and it doesn't go away." Xuan Xin guessed that she didn't need to "sleep with her", so she was very happy.

Explained to me: "All these will be dealt with by my senior brother. If you can't sleep well tonight, I will ask Jingyuan to bring you another bucket of water to take a bath, so as to reduce dryness and anxiety, and have no evil thoughts in your heart." , you won’t be nightmare anymore.”

He didn't even dare to come, for fear that I, an "old witch" who spoiled his practice, would catch him and not let him go.

After Xuanxin and Jingyuan left, I glanced at Qin Yangyu, moved my legs carefully, and leaned against the head of the bed: "How is your injury?"

He fastened his taoist robe tightly. Although I couldn't see his injury clearly, when he applied the medicine just now, he was very careful in his movements, and it was obvious that he didn't use too much force.

"I was struck by the lightning I attracted." Qin Yangyu gave a self-deprecating wry smile, untied his Taoist robe, turned around, and gave me a look.

His back itself was so badly beaten by his senior brother. When the thunder was triggered last night, he held me in his arms, and I didn't hurt anything.

But now his back is like crispy pork belly with a knife, it's still burnt.

The wound has been treated, so it is sprinkled with medicinal powder. Although it smells like traditional Chinese medicine, it looks like spice powder sprinkled on crispy pork belly.

"Do you want to help you? Is there any medicine?" I glanced at Qin Yangyu, moved the injured leg on the stool to one side, and signaled him to sit down.

Qin Yangyu resigned himself to his fate and said: "Yes. You should take medicine too. You are bleeding all the time with this injury. If you don't take medicine, you are afraid that the blood will stop dying."

He stared at my legs as he spoke.

The gouged out wound was sprinkled with medicinal powder and wrapped in gauze, but the blood had completely penetrated by now.

I just remembered that I had a fatal disease.

Sure enough, blood debts are paid in blood, how can it be so easy to eliminate.

Resigned to his fate, Qin Yangyu put away the Taoist robe to cover the wound, got up and went to the room where he and I lived to get things.

Walking to the door, he looked back at me again, and said with a faint smile: "Yun Miao, we are really brothers and sisters. Every time we meet, we are so hurt that we can't move."

"You have such a powerful nightmare, and you don't want to destroy the cultivation of the little sorcerer of Xuanxin. Otherwise, I will suffer a little, and my Yang Yu will sleep with you. I am righteous, and I can also exorcise evil spirits." Qin Yangyu became more and more excited as he spoke. The eyes that were twitching in pain were a little bigger, and they were still bright.

I glared at him, endured the pain in my leg, and smiled lightly, "Okay."

Qin Yangyu immediately beamed with confidence: "Then I'm going to take a bath, what fragrance do you like? I'll ask little mage Xuanxin to help me find it. I've received it on his behalf, and he will definitely be willing to help."

The more he said it, the more it was true. He was deliberately trying to make me relax.

Just like Xuanxin can make people relax, it is actually just a joke.

I glanced at Qin Yangyu, and when I wanted to say something, I heard Ling Yuan's deep voice behind me: "Qin Daoist!"

He was a little out of breath when he spoke, so Qin Yangyu and I looked at each other first, and then turned our heads to look at him.

Ling Yuan pointed to my leg that started to bleed, and said in a deep voice, "If you don't take the medicine, the blood will bleed more and more."

Just for a while, the blood from the wound penetrated the gauze and began to drip down in big drops.

The smile on Qin Yangyu's face stopped immediately, and he quickly turned around and went to the room to get the medicine.

"It was Ling Yuanjun who proposed to let the little mage Xuanxin sleep with me?" I looked at the blood dripping on the old wooden floor.

I don't know why, but I always feel that the color doesn't look like blood, but rather like red paint.

And it dripped more and more, and after a while, a large circle of thick blood dripped under my leg.

Ling Yuan didn't reply to my words, but sighed, and directly popped out a thread of blood.

The thread of blood seemed to be alive, directly penetrated the blood-stained gauze outside, and slowly got into the wound.

I only felt the burning wound warm up, followed by some slight itching, and the pain was dispelled.

Then even the blood on the gauze seemed to dry up slowly.

Ling Yuan stretched out his fingers and hooked lightly, and the gauze was torn apart.

The scar that was plucked out the size of a coin has already scabbed over, and there is only a thick black blood scab the size of a coin covering it.

Ling Yuan stretched out his hand to touch it, and with an unspeakable melancholy in his brows, he flicked his fingers.

Stretch out another thread of blood toward me: "This is the last one, take your finger, and I will teach you how to use it?"

I was taken aback when I heard this.

Looking up at Ling Yuan: "Aren't there many?"

How about two more?

But then, he looked down at his scar.

The one that got into the wound just now did not come out again.

What Hu Sanniang said when she fainted in the car that day suddenly rang in her mind.

I ignited my fire, Ling Yuan seems to have done something with the thread of blood...

Then there were only two of his thousands of bloody threads like a net.

In order to treat my injury just now, he used another one.

Do you want to give me even this last one now?

(End of this chapter)