Die For Life

"From now on, you will be both my sword master and my owner."

The man's voice still seemed to linger in his ears, and Ming Shuiyun walked on the campus avenue illuminated by the street lights, feeling a little trance for a while.

"Wow, Shuiyun, are you okay!?"

A thin girl in a blue white rabbit pajamas was sitting on a bench by the road. She was shocked when she saw Ming Shuiyun and hurried over: "Why are you covered in blood? Do you want to go to the medical officer?"

"I... it's okay, the blood on my body is not mine." Ming Shuiyun shook his head: "Thank you Qing Yun."

"It's getting late now. The dormitory seems to stop hot water at 11 o'clock in the evening. Go back and take a bath." Ming Qingyun looked at Shuiyun's body seriously, and he was relieved to confirm that nothing has been ruined. She has a fight with the crazy dog ​​Shuangli Sister?"

"Yeah." Ming Shuiyun didn't want to mention this, and changed the subject: "Qing Yun, why are you sitting outside?"

"I just finished washing my hair, and I can't iron it with an ironing board. It's so cool outside and I came out to look at the stars." Ming Qingyun glanced at the bright dormitory building behind: "And it's still noisy inside."

"what?"

"It's nothing." Ming Qingyun stretched out: "Anyway, this is also a safe zone. I prefer such a person to be quiet. Shui Yun, go back by yourself. The room is Room A on the third floor."

"Yeah." Ming Shuiyun took two steps, suddenly remembering something, and went back to grab Ming Qingyun's right hand.

A lazy cloud mark appeared on the back of Ming Qingyun's hand.

"You also participated?" Ming Shuiyun asked in surprise.

"Well, I wanted to participate from the beginning, and it would be boring to quit halfway."

The pajama girl yawned lazily: "And don't look at what Shuangli Sister said so nicely. In fact, the person who quit at the beginning is definitely not as respectable as the person who quit at the end."

She clicked the mark on the back of her hand: "This game is about winning or losing, but the chips are not winning or losing. This is our bargaining chip-rather than giving up our own chips at the beginning, it is better to hold the chips in your hand. ."

"As time goes by, the value of the chips will only get higher and higher, and we speculative bystanders will get more and more."

Ming Shuiyun said in surprise: "I saw that you and Chaoyan were not there just now. I thought you were really going to give up... and you are not too obsessed with finding swords and fighting for positions."

"Indeed, although Chaoyan and I are not the same, we are both people who like to live a stable life." Ming Qingyun smiled and said, "Thanks to Sister Shuangli's crazy dog ​​that drove you away, Holy Sword Huiyao There was no one nearby, so Chaoyan and I had the opportunity to easily obtain the oath mark, quickly concluded a contract with the scabbard, and returned to take a bath."

Ming Shuiyun couldn't help being a little frustrated. They took a lot of effort to complete the oath ceremony, but others could easily pass it by seizing the opportunity. It's like a new game you bought at full price without a discount, and the next day it was given away for free on the platform next door... Ming Qingyun keenly felt that her sister was a little uncomfortable, and smiled:

"However, the scabbards of Chaoyan and I are the same as us. They are people who are not very competitive. Otherwise, they would not have been inactive just now. It is estimated that they are already considering how to persuade the two of us to take refuge in Shuangli. Sister...Shuiyun, where's your scabbard? Is he someone you can trust?"

Ming Shuiyun was startled slightly, and suddenly shivered. The wound on his neck seemed to start to ache again: "I...I don't know."

"I have now changed from a contestant to a punter, Shui Yun, tell me honestly, will your scabbard be willing to help you win?" Ming Qingyun stretched out and asked curiously: "If If you are determined to compete for the throne, then I have to please you early to bet..."

"I have no idea!"

The embarrassing silence began to spread, and screams came from far away from the dormitory building.

"Your complexion doesn't seem very good." Ming Qingyun said: "Go back and take a hot bath. I'll sit for a while."

"Um... I'm sorry."

"No, I asked too much." Ming Qingyun smiled and said: "But if you have any secrets and want to find someone to talk to, even if you come to me, my tone is very tight."

She made a zipper gesture and raised her eyebrows.

Ming Shuiyun nodded gratefully, and when he turned and left, he heard Ming Qingyun say again:

"Don't trust the scabbard too much, whether they are good or evil. We regard them as a tool for victory. Why don't they use us as a medium to realize their ambitions? They just can't betray, it doesn't mean they will have feelings for us. "

Ming Shuiyun stagnated slightly, and immediately walked into the dormitory building without stopping.

As soon as he reached the third floor, Ming Shuiyun heard a noisy sound. She looked at Room A with the bright light coming out of the window and door, faintly expecting something, and took out the key to open the door.

"——Dailan, you attacked me unexpectedly!"

"That was thrown by Shuangli! It's none of my business!"

"It's none of my business! Let's siege Taolang first, she hurts too much!"

"Come on! Let me pick you two one by one!"

In Ming Shuiyun's eyes, there is a female student dormitory with flying pillows.

The battle scene is extremely hot. Several nominally brilliant royal princesses and the next emperor candidate are using the strongest individual weapon in the dormitory [pillow] to engage in random chaos. The tactics of all parties emerge endlessly, sometimes in vertical and horizontal directions, sometimes in fixed positions. Set fire, sometimes jungle operation, and sometimes waves in the middle-in short, just a few fights.

"It's lively, isn't it?"

Just when Ming Shuiyun was stunned, the bathroom next to him opened the door, and Mingyueyan, who was wiping his head with a bath towel, walked out. She glanced at the battle situation in the dormitory with those eyes with dark circles and eyeshadows, and commented: "If the scabbards see that their sword master is fighting like this, will they just give up the sword hunt? Fight for position?"

"Why, why?" Ming Shuiyun pointed at them and asked blankly.

"That's it. Tao Lang and Dailan were all dirty when they came back, not much better than you." Mingyueyan glanced at Ming Shuiyun's "Battlefield Valkyrie Skin" and said: "Then they found out Sister Shuangli had come back a long time ago to take a shower, and they all lay on the bed to read, and they were angry when they watched. After the two took a shower, they bothered Sister Shuangli at the same time."

"New hatred and old hatred, isn't it difficult to understand? I was chased by Shuangli Sister's scabbard for another night. After returning, I saw Shuangli Sister screaming. I can only throw pillows."

Mingyueyan made a "please" gesture: "Shuiyun, are you going to join the war? You don't need to take a pillow. You can just go over and hug them if you see who is upset--the other party must be crying and begging you not to come over."

Ming Shuiyun looked at her blood suit and shook her head: "I don't have such a bad taste... What I asked is, why are they here?"

"Of course they are here." Mingyueyan said: "This is their bedroom."

"But this is also my dormitory..." Ming Shuiyun looked at the key to his dormitory: "Could it be that...?"

"Speaking of it, you don't seem to come to the dormitory to sort your luggage during the day." Mingyueyan suddenly realized: "No wonder you don't know--"

"The seven of us are all sleeping in the same eight-person dormitory. For the next six months, we will fight openly and secretly outside during the day, and we will continue to fight when we return to the dormitory at night. How about it? Are you happy or surprised?"

Maybe it was because there were too many emergencies tonight, Ming Shuiyun was not so surprised, but sighed: "This arrangement is too strange..."

"Maybe to encourage us to think of ways to exclude competitors in the safe zone? I even suspect that in a few days there will be a murder in a dormitory room."

Mingyueyan wiped her hair and said, "By the way, the book Shuangli just read is Song Tixing's latest "Resolving the Injustice: Northern Train Murder". I suggest that you can also buy a few homicide novels to enrich yourself. Even if you don’t learn how to kill, you must at least learn how to leave a message."

Song Tixing is the best-selling author of Huiyao’s well-known murder novels. Although the audience of murder novels is not large, the readership is extremely strong. A play adapted from "The Record of Washing Injustices".

With Mingyueyan's right sarcasm, sometimes Ming Shuiyun couldn't tell whether she was sincerely suggesting or joking. She found her bed and sorted her luggage, took out a change of clothes to prepare for a bath, and suddenly there was a greeting from the next bed.

"Shuiyun, are you hurt?"

With his eyelids drooping, Ming Chaoyan, who was awkwardly asleep, held up his hands and wanted to sit up: "I know a little bit of interior warfare..."

"No, I was not injured."

Noting that Ming Shuangli and others were looking at him, Ming Shuiyun had to shake the blood coat on his body and explained: "The blood on his body is not mine."

Ming Shuangli suddenly moved his nose and sniffed it seriously, "Well... part of it is Nieruo's blood."

"Really?!" Ming Taolang was shocked: "Sister Shuangli, you can actually smell the blood difference with your nose?"

"Of course!" Ming Shuang Lei said with his waist crossed, "The blood of different people is definitely different!"

Ming Dailan didn't throw the pillow anymore: "Really? What's the difference?"

Ming Shuangli coughed, and said solemnly: "For example, the blood of a stinky man must be fishy and smelly, but the blood of us beautiful girls is as sweet as wine, and as refreshing as scented tea— —"

"Really!" Ming Taolang directly aimed at his arm and opened his mouth: "Then I will try—"

"do not!"

A new round of Ji Fei Gou jumped started again, so everyone did not notice that Ming Shuiyun's face suddenly turned pale at that moment.

Ming Chaoyan rubbed his eyes and fell on the bed like a piece of wood, holding the holy sword doll beside him: "Since Shuiyun is okay, I will continue to sleep..."

"Well, you continue to sleep." Ming Shuiyun smiled. Chaoyan's tutor is very strict and she is very young. She usually goes to bed at nine o'clock. It's no wonder that she can fall asleep peacefully in such a noisy environment.

Holding clothes and bath towels into the bathroom, Ming Shuiyun slowly took off his clothes. Because she was soaked in blood for too long, she only wore cool, thin and breathable clothes in summer, so almost all of the clothes stuck to the skin, and the temperature of blood still remained on it.

Take off all the clothes, turn on the switch of the spray shower, and splash the hot water from above onto Ming Shuiyun, dripping water on the hair, flowing through the collarbone, across the back, and across the peaks and mountains. Along the long legs, wash away all the tiredness and all the filth on her body.

In this narrow bathroom, taking off all the comforts on his body, listening to the sound of running water, Ming Shuiyun was finally able to calm down and think about what had just happened.

She stretched out her hand and touched the wound on the side of her neck. Those are two holes in the tooth marks. There is no blood in the holes. It seems that the bleeding has healed and healed, and maybe it will be back to the original state after waking up tomorrow.

But she will not forget that just now, in the wilderness of Vientiane Forest, the red-haired man lay on her, bit her neck, pierced two holes, and sucked her blood.

She was dull and passive the whole time, and she didn't know what was going on. He licked the wound until he finished sucking the blood, and said in her ear:

"My first wish is that you will become my supporter."

"Anytime, anywhere, as long as I need it, you have to provide me with blood like this. This is the symbiosis of sins between you and me. You need me to fight for you, and I need you to be mine... …food."

"If you can become the new emperor, maybe we can end our symbiosis, or maybe... it can't be ended, but you can work hard."

"From now on, you will be both my sword master and my owner."

Recalling the scene like a dream, Ming Shuiyun's body couldn't stop shaking. She couldn't understand why things happened like this, why her scabbard sucked blood, why their relationship became so weird, why they had to choose her...

"They just can't betray, it doesn't mean they will have feelings for us."

"The blood of our beautiful young girls is as sweet as wine, and as refreshing as scented tea----"

Suddenly the words he had just heard echoed in his mind. Ming Shuiyun slowly squatted down and hugged her legs, letting the water spray her body indiscriminately. This strong and beautiful girl's psychological defense finally collapsed, revealing the worldview. Broken confused expression:

"Am I having a nightmare or..."

"Having a sweet dream?"

...

...

"Very well, she should think I am just an ordinary blood sucking pervert now."

After taking a shower, Leyu looked in the mirror and found that his injury was almost healed.

"Could it be that fresh puree is better than mixed juice?" Le Yu was a little surprised, he just sucked a little bit of Ming Shuiyun blood, probably around-no matter how much he was afraid of her physical weakness or coming to relatives.

Drinking a whole bottle of red juice can barely ease the serious injury, and healed after inhaling fresh blood. Is the effect of the blood bottle really the more fresh the better?

No~www.readwn.com~ Leyu quickly rejected this idea. The blood itself has no healing effect, but the action of ‘sucking blood’ triggered the passive effect of the blood drink Badaoliu, allowing his mental power to automatically guide the streamer to heal the injury.

According to this logic, Leyu's blood-sucking ritual should be too coquettish, leading to the super-effective passive effect. If drinking the blood bottle can only trigger 50% of the healing effect, then Leyu attacked a beautiful girl in the Moonlight Forest to **** blood just now. I am afraid that the healing effect will not be strengthened to 1000%, and the mental power will sing praises for Leyu's abnormal behavior.

Although he discovered the blood-sucking skills of the blood-drinking Badaoliu, Leyu did not intend to use this secret. He sucked blood just to scare Ming Shuiyun, he didn't really have such a hobby.

Fortunately, the blood drink Badaoliu really has the skills to assist in blood sucking, such as temporarily creating two sharp light burst teeth, otherwise Leyu doesn't know how to poke two holes in Ming Shuiyun's neck.

I believe that after such a fright, Ming Shuiyun must be shocked and afraid of Leyu, but in order to find a sword and fight for a position, he has to beg to listen to her.

When I think that my sword master hates and fears myself, and can only listen to my own words, Leyu feels good-don't get me wrong, Leyu is not a psychopath, it is the result of the proletariat successfully resisting the ruling class. A happy heart is a reasonable mood.

All in all, Leyu at least doesn't have to worry about what the sword master thinks of him.

Qinglan, steady.

When internal worries are relieved, Leyu should also start to deal with external worries.

He sat at the desk, picked up the lesson plan written by Qin Yueyang himself, and began to prepare for his first class——

Main title: "The Destruction of Silver Blood"

Subtitle: "Research on Jing Zhengwei's Doctrine"