He was a little scared, afraid that others would get used to his posture, and he was afraid that he would get used to it even later. The inertia of this habit is like an arrow from the mystery, there is no return. He was afraid...... One day, he will be like those people in the Red Mansion, to lower his eyebrows and pleasing his eyes, and even to cater to benefactors from all over the world.

So, what about Wu Feng's attitude towards himself, is it unintentional or intentional?...... This person, he can't figure it out, he can't figure it out, he is like a plaything in his palm, every movement is firmly controlled, and those invisible shackles make him unable to break free at all, he can only let him fiddle......

"Why are you laughing at me?!...... If it weren't for you, I wouldn't be like this! I wouldn't be like this! How could I! be like this?!...... I'm not!" Ink Frost looked at the black dragon who was laughing even more wildly in the crack, suppressing her anger and her voice low.

Then the human's body changed, claws and horns, scales and tail unleashed on him as if by magic, followed by the muffled sound of sharp claws slashing across his chest. The green tendons of his left arm burst out, one by one like churning thorns, and then they dug mercilessly into the eyes of the black dragon.

The thin scales on his chest, which were not very obvious, suddenly condensed into a strong fortress as if they sensed something, and there was a kind of cold light that contended with the sharp blades of his fingertips, but it was only a moment of stalemate, and finally it was broken by the claws, and suddenly dark blood splattered on the mirror, covering the face of the maniacal laughter in the mirror, and at the same time, the roar that was crushed between the teeth still broke through the throat and spewed out...... After a scream, there was a soft "pop", and there were two more lumps of flesh and blood on the ground.

The man's tall figure shook lightly and then collapsed instantly, his face was as if covered with a layer of ash, his head was covered with cold sweat, and his lips trembled slightly. He sat down at the table, pressing his bleeding chest, his eyes fixed on the mass of flesh engraved with pictures.

......

I don't know how long later, with a sound of "Kuang", the door was rudely pushed open and smashed against the wall at the bottom.

Wu Feng frowned and strode in, first greeted by the cracked bronze mirror, then a messy table top and broken jade on the ground, and finally a figure leaning behind the desk.

"I'm ......doing it again in the middle of the night," he walked forward, halfway through his words impatiently, but he got stuck when he saw the people on the ground.

"What are you!" Wu Feng was startled and lifted the leaning man up, but the man was now as weak as a puddle of mud and no bones, and his whole body hung on his body without strength. Wu Feng took away the ink frost's already bleeding hand, and saw the two large skeletons on his chest and the heart that was faintly visible inside the skeleton, and suddenly lost his breath.

"Brainless thing!" After scolding secretly, he hurriedly sealed a few spiritual ques and called Xia He and other doctors to come over for first aid and bandage. After a busy time of incense, he finally pulled people back from the realm of life and death. The crowd breathed a sigh of relief.

Xia He gently covered the quilt on Mo Shuang's body, and said a little puzzled: "Why did he ......?"

After looking around, Wu Feng finally found two pieces of blood-drenched flesh in the corner of the mirror, bent down and picked them up without hesitation, raised them to the bottom of his eyes to take a look, and said coldly: "How long have I been away, what is he crazy about!"

Xia He sighed: "...... It's not early, the master go and rest, I'll keep watch here. ”

Wu Feng's eyes were faintly tired and bloodshot in the firelight, and he looked back at the person on the bed with a hint of worry mixed with resentment: "Can't die?"

"The wound was plugged with medicine, and the technique was also performed. It should be fine. Xia He replied truthfully.

Wu Feng nodded and said no more, but sat down on the side.

............

The light pierced the water like a thousand sharp blades that shimmered with cold light, and overhead was a clear sky, white clouds were scattered in the sky like clumps of fluffy cotton, and the spring breeze dawned, and birds chirped joyfully. In an instant, a black shadow stone sank into the mirror-like water, exploding into a brilliant one.

Sink into ...... Sink into ...... Resink into ......

Gradually, the clarity in the eyes narrowed into a circle, a point...... Until it disappears.

The black shadow suddenly danced like a spasm all over, his eyes glowing with horror and pain, and he longed for a straw that would hold him firmly......

It screamed as if it were drowning, but no air entered its lungs, and all kinds of violent movements rapidly consumed oxygen, in exchange for almost suffocating dizziness and a heart-rending pain, it screamed, but found itself unable to speak.

In an instant, a mouthful of blood mist bloomed in the water like a magnificent red rose, accompanied by severe pain and silent screams, and it struggled more and more violently, not in the slightest because of the pain.

Suddenly, a long, boneless black arm reached out from the bottomless void below, with sarcastic and vicious features in its palm, and a hand grabbed its ankle fiercely, and pulled it down with an irresistible force.

The dark shadow struggled, its faint expression distorted more and more, but it couldn't get rid of the strange hand after all.

It fell at a dizzying speed, the surrounding darkness turning blood-red, the red mist of broken bones and mutilated pieces of flesh, followed by a fishy and pungent smell......

There was a thud and the sensation of being thrown on a stone was struck, and then another upward force lifted it, and the air in the lungs finally soothed the burning pain.

The black shadow gulped the air greedily, unable to care about the pain of the tear any longer.

When it looked around, it realized that it was in a vast and boundless sea of blood, and in the sea of blood there were black afterimages, and in the distance there were birds floating on the surface of the sea, those birds were crows, and their bodies were pitch black, except for those solemn eyes with bloodthirsty chills.

............

The room was messy, the table was full of gauze, herbs, pills, Xia He's forehead had fine beads of sweat, and when the stage of spiritual luck was finally completed, she fed a pill into the mouth of the person on the bed, and the hand that fed the medicine was a little trembling.

The person on the other side was pacing back and forth, his eyebrows tightened, and his breath was a little disordered.

"How's it going?" Wu Feng asked.

Seeing that the struggling man on the bed finally quieted down and breathed evenly, Xia He breathed a sigh of relief, looked back at the man with somewhat red eyes, and nodded to him.

Wu Feng's bloodshot eyes eased slightly, and after calming down, he said lightly: "I'll keep watch, you haven't slept for a few nights." ”

The woman didn't shirk it, but left a bottle of medicine and a little herb for external application to the man and said, "Then it's troublesome to the master, just in case, but this time it must be fine." If anything, the master would wake me up, and I would lean outside and close my eyes for a while. ”

Wu Feng sighed and nodded, "Okay, hard work." ”

After Xia He went out, Wu Feng ordered the maid in the house to clean up the mess, and then he sat down slowly, and his hand that had been clenched into a fist for a long time hammered his forehead, as if he had a headache - he really didn't expect that this person would hit himself so hard!

Spreading out his palms in a little cold sweat, the man looked at the two lumps of things that he had been holding in his palms. A few days have passed, and it is obviously not fresh, but I don't know if there is any special treatment, these two things have no signs of decay, but only a little "shrinkage".

It was two lumps of flesh, one side of which was covered with barely visible scales, and above the scales were huge eyes outlined in ink. Although it is only a pair of eyes, the spirit and anger outlined by the alternating intertwining of black and gray are not diminished in the slightest.

Wu Feng looked at the "eyes" in his palm with a complicated expression, and those eyes were also glaring at him fiercely, and the expression in his eyes was like the unwillingness and resentment after being ruthlessly abandoned by his master.

Just when Wu Feng was almost sucked into the abyss brought by this pair of bronze bells, the person on the bed woke up.

Ink Cream only felt that his throat was cracked and painful as if it had been burned by fire, so the person who was still in a daze subconsciously wanted to get up to find water, but as soon as he sat up, a sharp pain in his chest made him snort, and then his throat itched and began to cough rapidly.

Wu Fengwu turned around, didn't speak, just quietly walked to the man's side and patted him lightly on the back, and then took another glass of warm water for him. Ink Cream drank heavily with the water handed by Wu Feng, and in a few moments, he drank more than ten glasses in one go.

Gently pushing away the hand holding the cup, before he could say thank you, suddenly there was a sharp pain in his cheek, and the tender flesh in his mouth hit his teeth hard, touching a touch of red. His ears were buzzing, and his head, which was originally a little drowsy, became more and more dizzy.

Looking at the person who looked at him with a stunned face and was stunned on the spot, Wu Feng had a trace of chill in his eyes, and said with ten thousand years of frost in his tone: "Are you awake?"

Ink Frost's expression changed from stunned to confused, with a hint of imperceptible grievance, and his eyes remained motionless as he stared at the person close at hand—it was clear that he wasn't awake yet.

Wu Feng took a pair of "eyes" from the side and handed them to Ink Frost and asked, "Do you know what you're doing?!"

"Do you know that your heart is on the right side?!Do you know that you almost killed yourself?!Do you know that Xia He didn't close his eyes for a few days in order to save you?!" The more he talked, the more angry he became, and Wu Feng wanted to slap that kid who didn't know whether he was alive or dead, so that he could sober up.

However, while Wu Feng was furious, Mo Shuang's expression was flat, and he looked at the flesh in front of him lightly, but there was a trace of excitement in his eyes.

"You don't know how to live or die!" Seeing the strange look of the person opposite, Wu Feng slapped him again. With a "snap", Mo Shuang's body was unstable, tilted to the side, implicated the wound in his chest, he snorted, gritted his teeth, and swallowed the blood that was about to flow out of the corners of his mouth and the screams that he wanted to make into his stomach, leaving only a silence for the person who beat him.

Looking at the gauze on the chest of the person on the bed leaching bright red again, Wu Feng forcibly suppressed the fire, his voice was full of anger that could not erupt, and he asked in a tone of hatred that iron is not steel, "Why did you do this?!"

The man who had bent his back to him, his hair disheveled and his back sluggish, like a wax figure frozen in the cold wind, said only two words in a slightly cruel and excited tone, with a hint of gasping and muffled voice: "Eyesore." ”