blood fox

Chapter 61

I never doubted what Ling Yuan said, if he was still alive, he would sacrifice his life and blood without hesitation to let me live a few more days.

But he is already dead, but he even gave me this last thing.

"You can't use it as a weapon, but at a critical moment, if there is a fatal injury, this thread of blood can stop the bleeding." Seeing that I didn't answer, Ling Yuan refused.

He grabbed my hand and wrapped the thread of blood around my finger.

I waved my fingers in resistance, trying to shake off this living thing.

But the more I shake it, the faster it wraps around my fingers, and once it's tightly wrapped around my fingers, it melts into my fingers and disappears.

I hurriedly touched my hands, frowning and staring at Ling Yuan.

But he looked at my fingers in a daze, with a slightly gratified smile on the corner of his mouth: "They all still recognize you, thousands of loves, why they were born, and where they went. Even if I don't remember, they all remember."

"What do you mean?" I squeezed my fingers.

What other metaphors are hidden in these words, I can't bear it!
But after the thread of blood entered the body, there was not even a trace of it.

I stared at Ling Yuan: "You said, I'm not that Yun Miao, this blood..."

"I'll save your life." Ling Yuan glared at me, and said in a deep voice, "Xuan Ming will untie the connection between us at dawn tomorrow. I have my affairs to attend to, and you have to accumulate virtue and live a long life. We will go to Hu Sanniang together with Qin Yangyu and Xuan Xin to help her."

"Today's incident with Lingyun Community will only happen more and more frequently when you are around. If you don't want to, others will sacrifice their lives to save you a few days of good life. You must remember that once you are fatally injured, the blood will flow More than that, just point to that finger and call my name, that thread of blood will heal your wound and stop the bleeding." Ling Yuan walked slowly to the window.

Fu looked out of the window again, and said in a deep voice: "But there is only this one, you have to seize the opportunity, and hold on until it is absolutely necessary."

I looked at the fingers that couldn't show blood, and stared at Ling Yuan's heavy back: "What about you?"

Ling Yuan doesn't seem to have any other weapons, what he relies on is blood, right?
He gave it all to me, and there is nothing left. What should he do if he wants to do things?
I asked him to come out of the four buildings, intending to hand over these things to him, but I didn't expect that I still couldn't get away.

I want to hate him, but even though I don't want to do what he does, I will ultimately benefit from it.

How can I blame him!

"I have my own way." Ling Yuan stretched out his hand to touch the pane, his fingers wandering over the windows.

Just the back alone reveals a bit of melancholy and sadness.

"Is that thing in Sidong a resentful spirit?" I thought about Xuanxin's words.

After the resentful cat vents its resentment after revenge, it will lose consciousness and be controlled by the resentful spirit.

That thing in Sidong can control so many resentful cats, so it is naturally a resentful spirit.

"Wraith?" Ling Yuan laughed at himself, turned his head to look at me and said, "He's not just a spirit, he's..."

When Ling Yuan said this, his gaze sank, and he said quietly again: "He has nothing to do with you. Tomorrow, after Xuanming breaks the connection between you and me, you will leave Xilin Temple immediately. Qin Yangyu, will you Take care of yours."

He really trusted Qin Yangyu!

"Didn't that thing sneak in?" Thinking of the tragic situation of Yang Hui's parents, my heart was still throbbing.

Two people who were good, became like that in an instant.

Those blood bats that spit out are very powerful, and they really suck blood.

Ling Yuan just glanced at me, and said in a deep voice: "I left a magic circle in Xilin Temple back then, as long as he comes in, I will naturally not let him out."

"Is it like Sidong back then?" I was taken aback when I heard that.

Ling Yuan couldn't get out of the four buildings, obviously suppressing that thing with his body.

Now Xilin Temple is the same, I go, he stays, and brings hundreds of monks from Xilin Temple to suppress that thing.

I don't even know, it's not a wraith, what is it?
Let Ling Yuan would rather sacrifice thousands of his fellow clansmen and spill blood on the ground, but also exchange my life of doing nothing, and I don't even know how many lives will be dragged on.

What's more, he didn't know what this matter looked like in Xuanming's eyes, and he would rather pay for the lives of hundreds of monks in Xilin Temple.

I stared at Ling Yuan and said softly: "If I hadn't carried him out that day, wouldn't he have left Sidong?"

It all started that night when I carried him on my back...

Ling Yuan shook his head towards me, and said in a deep voice: "He may have come out a long time ago, he is just playing with us now."

He wanted to say more, glanced at the door, then stretched out his hand and said: "Yun Miao's injury has been treated, and Daoist Qin's back injury, let me take care of it. Wu Leiyanghuo burns, except for this Jun, I'm afraid no one in this world can handle it well."

I followed his gaze and saw Qin Yangyu standing at the door holding a bunch of things.

Hearing that my injury has been healed, I was overjoyed at first, then glanced at the thick blood scab on my leg, with a self-deprecating chuckle on my face: "Mr. Ling Yuan only has two blood threads left? Is that so?" I used one and there is only one left?"

"Such an important magic weapon is actually used by Lord Ling Yuan in this way. If other people who are trapped by love know about it, they will feel how tyrannical Lord Ling Yuan is." Qin Yangyu put the things on the table.

The room was small, so Qin Yangyu just tiptoed and sat on the table.

I still had my legs resting on the only stool, so when I saw this, I quickly stretched out my hands and lifted them back.

Qin Yangyu took a medicine box from the tray and handed it to me: "The third box, eat it all."

Handed over, there is a bottle of water.

It was a long transparent plastic box with seven compartments, each filled with medicine, with a note on it, writing the time.

The font is meaningful and powerful, with the sharpness of a knife, but there is a bit of elegance in it.

It was Qin Yangyu's handwriting.

I looked at the thick scabs on my legs, took the box, picked out the medicines one by one, and stuffed them all into my mouth.

Honestly, he unscrewed the water bottle, drank his saliva, and washed down these capsules, pills, and those big thumb-sized ones.

Seeing that I finished taking the medicine, Qin Yangyu clicked on the fourth box: "Take it as soon as you wake up. Take it three times a day, I'll pack it for you and set the alarm clock, but don't forget it yourself."

Speaking of this, he laughed at himself and said: "I don't have blood, you don't take medicine, if you get hurt again, the bleeding won't stop, I can't stop the bleeding."

As he said that, he pulled down his Taoist robe, turned his head to Ling Yuan and said, "Your Majesty Ling Yuan is here."

"It should be, I have to thank Daoist Qin to take care of Yun Miao on my behalf." Ling Yuan replied politely.

But when I listened to their words, I only felt hypocrisy.

(End of this chapter)