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Staggering, Miao Yun came to Xinghuan's side, grabbed the pale hand, and called softly: "Little villain......"

Her hands were cold, as cold as ice, but she still clung to them and was reluctant to let go.

called again and again, and finally, Xinghuan came to his senses with a light cough, and said in a weak tone: "I...... It's true...... Isn't it bad? ”

Miao Yun cried with joy and said softly: "Yes, you are really bad, scaring Auntie again and again, you say that you are not bad." ”

Xinghuan smiled reluctantly and said, "Wine." ”

He needed a drink to regain some strength, or he wouldn't be able to move.

It's okay to be injured physically, but the important thing is the cold poison that tortures him all the time.

Miao Yun sat on her knees on the ground, took the wine gourd from his waist and handed it to her lips, and said with pity: "Drink, little drunkard." ”

Tilting his head, the sweet wine passed through his throat, turning into a trace of internal force that permeated his body.

Unfortunately, these internal forces could not be used, and they quickly dissipated themselves.

Slightly relieved, Xinghuan got up, and stumbled towards Mingzhen's corpse.

On the side, Miao Yun clenched her teeth and tried to support her.

She didn't know why, but she didn't ask.

The situation of the two at this time is like the wind can blow, and any ordinary person can easily kill them.

Fortunately, this forest is still some distance away from Yingke Garden, and the fight between Xinghuan and Mingzhen is only for a moment, and there is hardly any movement.

So, it's safe here.

A stone, a fist-sized stone tripped Xinghuan, and then Miao Yun was also carried to the ground to the ground.

However, his goal has been achieved, and Mingzhen's corpse is in front of him, and he can reach it.

Lying on the ground weakly, Xinghuan's hand slowly touched Mingzhen's chest and heart.

Miao Yun pillowed on his chest and muttered, "Don't die, okay." ”

Xinghuan stroked the soft hair and sighed, "Don't worry...... I promised you, at the very least, to wait until after this convention before you died. ”

Miao Yun hugged him tightly with all the strength she had left, and said, "Not after the conference." ”

Xinghuan didn't answer, and drank the last wine in the jug.

Silently, his palm squeezed into Ming Zhen's heart little by little.

The corpse still has residual warmth, and the blood in the heart has not yet been drained.

Enough is enough......

Soon, he successfully took out a drop of blood from Mingzhen's heart.

The bloody palm, a drop of blood like a blood gem emitted a faint but brilliant light in the moonlight.

Opening his mouth, he swallowed the drop of blood that exuded a faint fragrance.

Blood food comes from all living beings.

Quantity can be pursued as well as quality.

The difference is that quality can only be obtained by himself, and quantity can also be obtained by others.

Quantity is the essence of blood, and quality is the blood of the heart.

The art of immortality is a demonic technique that takes the lives of others in exchange for one's own life.

Xinghuan is now taking the blood of the dead, and the correct way should be to take it from the living.

That is, to dig out their hearts......

It's cruel, so, it's a magic technique.

The dead will be much less effective than the living.

Ming Zhen's hard work made his body barely recover some strength, and his meridians were also repaired a little.

But that's not enough.

The corpse still has residual warmth, and since there is still blood in the heart, there must be a lot of essence blood left.

Pulling over Mingzhen's small corpse, he pulled out the throwing knife from his throat.

Suddenly, blood slowly oozed out.

Without hesitation, his mouth was imprinted with that tiny wound.

Immortal Technique......** Blood Devouring Method......

Gradually, as he swallowed it, Mingzhen's corpse eventually turned into an extremely ugly dried corpse.

Most of the blood in his body had been concentrated in the process of sucking and integrated into Xinghuan's body.

or direct evaporation, dissipating out of thin air.

Although there is not much sperm and blood left, it still makes Xinghuan recover a lot.

At the very least, he's no longer helpless.

Miao Yun seemed to be unconscious, lying motionless on his chest.

Putting away the flying knife, he sat up, and slowly recovered his body with this beautiful lady in his arms.

By the way, he took off his shirt and wrapped his seductive carcass tightly.

He was very careful not to let the two of them have skin-to-skin contact, because the cold poison in his body was still there, and it would freeze Miaoyun.

Autumn is cool, as cool as water......

The body is still cold, the momentum of heaven and earth is still intact, and the warmth and nourishment continues.

Warm cultivation combined with the immortal technique, his body's recovery speed was not slow, but in a moment, he felt that he could get up and move.

However, the effect seems to have ended here, and the subsequent recovery gradually slows down, and in the end it is almost undetectable.

The bright moon is still the same, it is already the second half of the night at this time, and it is getting closer and closer to the moment of dawn.

Finally, after rubbing on Mingzhen's corpse for a while, he slowly left the woods with Miao Yun in his arms.

While!

When the melodious bell rang, Xinghuan finally returned to the courtyard where he used to live.

After all, it was a hike back, which inevitably consumed a lot of time.

His meridians have not fully recovered, so he can't use his internal strength for the time being.

At the entrance of the courtyard, Miao Yan sat on the steps and fell asleep at some point.

In her sleep, she instinctively hugged her shoulders to resist the cold, and her delicate body occasionally trembled slightly, which was pitiful.

Xinghuan's footsteps alarmed her, and when she got up, she said with sleepy eyes, "Where have you been?" ”

She didn't seem to know anything about what happened next door last night.

It seems that He Shan is well hidden.

I just don't know if the joke is dead......

Smiling, he didn't bother to think about it anymore, and didn't bother to say more, so he walked directly past the wonderful words and walked into the courtyard.

Behind him, Miao Yan closed the far door, hurriedly chased after him, and said nervously: "Why did you become like this, senior sister, she ......"

Xinghuan and Miaoyun's appearance is indeed not very good, especially the blood on Xinghuan's face, which is simply miserable.

Shaking his head, Xinghuan didn't explain too much, and said, "Go get some healing medicine, don't alarm anyone." ”

Miao Yan hesitated, and finally reluctantly turned to leave.

The healing medicine is in the mountains, and it takes a lot of time to come and go.

Although her heart was full of doubts, she knew that the most important thing was to heal.

After Miaoyan left, Xinghuan carried Miaoyun into the house and covered her with a quilt.

Sitting on the edge of the bed, he quietly looked at this beautiful girl.

In his sleep, the willow eyebrows, who were subconsciously frowning because of the pain, still grabbed his sleeve even in a coma......

After a long time, he turned to leave.

It's just that his palm was suddenly caught.

Skin to skin, the deep cold awakens the charm of sleep.

I saw that his expression was in a trance, and he said weakly: "Where are you going?" ”

Without looking back, Xinghuan used a slight force, broke free from the soft and slender hand, and said, "Have a good rest, I'll go next door to borrow some healing medicine." ”

With that, he left the room.

Behind him, Miaoyun's jade arms hung weakly, and her eyes revealed a desolate and lonely color.

After closing the door, Xinghuan breathed a sigh of relief inexplicably, and stood speechless at the door for a long time.

Eventually, he looked back at the door and walked away.