"What's not easy to find?" a somewhat cold voice broke the atmosphere of spring between the two.

Ink Frost was excited, and suddenly stopped talking. Yongyu nodded at the visitor and said, "It's just a trivial matter, I'll deal with it." Let's get started. After patting Ink Cream's intact shoulder and nodding, he packed up the food box and went out.

Wu Feng didn't ask again, his mental state seemed to be worse day by day these days, all he had to do back and forth was stitching, I don't know if it was because he was too uncomfortable to speak, or because he was too tired and sad to speak.

His life was saved by him, even if this person doesn't deal with him, he is his great benefactor after all.

Thinking of this, Mo Shuang's heart warmed, and he wanted to confide in words of concern such as "Don't be too tired from the left envoy" and "Zuo Quan's envoy should pay more attention to the body".

"Do you want to sit or lie down, and when you're done, don't move. However, before those soft words that wanted to bring the relationship closer were put into the light, Wu Feng took the lead and was straightforward.

Mo Shuang's words were just about to be blocked by the other party, and he was a little annoyed for a long time before he held back his emotions and said, "...... Sitting. ”

Wu Feng nodded, threaded the needle and threaded the same thread, leaned to Mo Shuang's right chest, pressed his thick and broad chest, and began to sew it up.

The scales open and close slightly under the undulating chest, as if resisting the needle. Fine sweat secreted by the pain, slightly wet skin. Ink Frost remained silent, her fingers pressed into the bottom of the table, clutching at her fingers, and her body remained motionless.

It seemed to be a "boom", an improper force, and a blood flower crossed Wu Feng's eyes.

"Try to hold your breath!" Wu Feng said a little impatiently.

Ink Cream hurriedly slowed down her breathing, and even began to cooperate with Wu Feng to hold her breath.

However, he found that there was something wrong with Wufeng today.

The breathing of the man in white was particularly noticeable after the ink frost held his breath. His breathing became more and more rapid, and the hand holding the needle and pressing the flesh trembled slightly.

When Wu Feng tried to pierce the scales several times but failed, he simply put away the hidden needle, and his whole body began to tremble slightly, beads of sweat the size of beans oozing from between his smooth foreheads.

As if enduring something, the muscles under the man's pale face burst out, and his teeth chattered in his mouth. He gasped for breath, like a fish dehydrated, greedily and desperately inhaling fresh air, his eyes became more and more dilated, his originally clear eyes lost focus, and the cold pool with "autumn water" became a bay of stagnant water......

"What's the ...... you are talking about" The more Mo Shuang looked, the more wrong he became, and before he could finish his inquiry, he subconsciously went to support the person who was about to fall to the ground, but the outstretched hand was rudely opened by Wu Feng.

Wu Feng was dizzy for a while, feeling that the heavens and the earth seemed to be turned upside down, and his whole body was weak and weak, but there was an endless tyranny burning in his chest. He shook his head, trying to get a touch of sobriety, but in exchange for more and more drowsiness.

What's wrong with me?

But he didn't notice that he had any other discomfort other than dizziness and the sudden irritability and irritation that had come before. Some of the eyes that couldn't really look at their hands subconsciously looked at their hands, and there was no sign of decay.

Finally, the hand that was holding the table could not support the weight of the body, and it shook three times, declaring defeat.

Mo Shuang watched with horror and horror, thinking that this was a precursor to the madness of the Zuo Quan, but it seemed that he was in a really bad state, and it seemed that he had lost his strength, and he hesitated again and again, and decided to bend down and help him up.

However, before Inkfrost's waist could bend down, the man who had been weak a moment ago grabbed his leg and pulled him to the ground with a sharp pull, and then a burst of warmth fell over him.

Ink Frost's whole body stiffened, and when he realized that the other party was actually licking the wound he had stitched up, an inexplicable panic swept over.

Left ...... Envoy, what are you doing?!" He tried to break the man apart with both hands, but the man remained motionless as if it had taken root in him.

At the moment when the dark blood covered the tip of his tongue, the lost strength of his whole body finally returned to Wu Feng's body, and the situation of the world was basically relieved.

"What am I doing...... Wu Feng looked at the flesh scales close at hand, but he was only awake for a moment, and the next moment, the blood that oozed from the stitches was summoned by the flesh scales' small hands, and he was introduced into the holy realm again.

It was no longer blood, but some kind of mesmerizing feast.

When he finished licking that little bit of blood, there was a strong resentment [enough to burn in his heart—he wanted more.

Wufeng's golden eyes shone brightly under the lamplight, shining a little weird and terrifying, as if a demon imprisoned in the abyss was released by a good deed, and the anger that had been hidden for thousands of years was vented without scruples.

Mo Shuang saw the other party's devilish look, and his heart sank to the bottom, he was like a little chicken being held down by a big tiger at the moment, and he couldn't do anything other than look at the other party's blood basin and bite him.

Suddenly, there was a sharp pain like a knife in the place where his body was stitched, and Ink Frost screamed, only to feel that his skin and flesh had been cut by something.

Before he had time to see what was going on, Wu Feng put his mouth on the scales and sucked it heavily.

He...... At...... Sucking my blood?!He's sucking my blood?!

Ink Frost panicked and struggled with all his might, but in the end, in exchange for a little bit of his waist, the whole manpower was sucked away.

The confused eyes are as dazzling as pure gold glass, and the dilated pupils are gone, like a hungry beast, greedily gnawing on the delicious food that has been so hard to get.

A little more...... A little more...... A little bit more......

The faintly visible silver light of "hidden", like a light and delicate silk thread, with the most luxurious and elegant posture, gently brushed away the indestructible skin, kissed the rolled tender meat, and sipped the mellow liquid - its love for it comes from step by step deep, step by step exploration, step by step pursuit......

"You let go of my !!"

The roar in his ears was like a rippling lake under the breeze in Wu Feng's mind, and the light past seemed to have never been. He was intoxicated by the overwhelming fishy sweetness, the tip of his tongue dancing in the sea of blood, and his taste buds beating in the fragrance. He was deeply immersed in it, and the joy of sin made the food in his mouth breathtaking.

The blood gradually turned from a small stream to a lake, which looked shocking on the flat and neat ground.

However, the crazy and forgetful man was still sucking and gnawing, not realizing that the person under him was in a state of more breath and less air at the moment.

The stone door was gently pushed open, and before they could come in, the two people standing outside were stunned by the bloody and strange scene in the room, and then, Yongyu reacted as quickly as possible, and gave the bowl containing the medicine to Lin Chen, who was still stunned next to him, and rushed forward with an arrow step.

However, before he could rush to the man, Wu Feng raised his eyes in a panic as if he had been suddenly frightened by something, his bright golden pupils glowing with a bloodthirsty dark red, like a beast about to be preyed, vigilant and ferocious.

"!!!" Yongyu's pace paused at the moment when the man raised his eyes, and he couldn't help but take a few steps back. When the beast saw that the enemy no longer came forward, he continued to enjoy his food.

"......" Yongyu looked at Wu Feng in shock, and the person who was already in a near-death state. "No Blade! No Edge!" he tried to wake the other man up, but to no avail.

The next moment, Yongyu's eyebrows frowned and his teeth gritted. An extremely pale green vortex condensed in his palm, slowly becoming deeper and larger, and finally twisted into a stream of air and slapped it Wu Feng's body.

However, before he could slap the other party's body, a white light erupted around the beast's body, and the light was a trembling thunder, crackling in the small space, and its afterglow overshadowed the crumbling candle flame, which was extremely dazzling.

"Boom!", at the moment when the Yongyu was about to approach, the electric light on Wu Feng's body rushed like eyes, and there was a momentum of thousands of troops and horses stepping all over the four seas and Kyushu, and it was ruthless!

Under the "sense", there were countless thunderbolts in the pure black sky, forming an impregnable barrier in front of him, the barrier was like a heavy stone wall pushed by giants, the stone wall compressed the wind on both sides into one place, squeezed into a ball, the wind struggled and shuttled in the narrow gap, mixed with the cry of the ghost and the howl of the wolf under the "crackling" sound of thunder and lightning;

"He's really coming?!" The moment he stepped in front of him, he put his hands in his hands, urging the originally quiet spiritual power in his body, and suddenly a huge air flow crossed the wall and himself, and he resisted the merciless blow.

"Wu Feng, wake up!!Wu Feng, are you going to kill me, wake up!" Yu Yu called out to the crazy man as he fought.

As if it had played some role, the chaotic bright gold had a slight fluctuation, and looked at the person who was fluttering with a little confusion.

At this moment, Yongyu took a deep breath, his slender fingers pinched the trick at a speed invisible to the naked eye, and then let out a loud "Go!"

I saw that the transparent and fluctuating air flow in the middle condensed into a strong cow, the horns of the bull's head pressed against the hard wall, and the body was wrapped in a piece of electric flint; the yin wind really pushed the wall backwards; with a step on the front hooves, a whirlwind spread out under the feet, and spread out; it swept away everything in the house that could be lifted; and at the same time slammed this force into Wu Feng's body, and immediately struck it out.

When the fierce beast left the dying man, he was relieved to withdraw his strength, and hurriedly ran over to help the ink cream stop bleeding and feed the medicine, and then lost the spiritual power in the past, which stabilized the person.

Wu Feng shook his head and staggered up from the ground, and rushed towards Yong Yu with red eyes, and Yong Yu grabbed the white hand and scolded: "Do you want to kill me?

The smiling man's face suddenly froze, and the surging cruelty of the previous moment suddenly disappeared, replaced by shock, doubt, and confusion: "What...... What?"

Gong Yu grabbed Wu Feng's shoulder and said in a slightly soothing tone: "You loosen the 'Yin', release it, if it goes on like this, the young master will be cut to pieces by you!

Wu Feng turned his head to look at the motionless ink frost on the ground, and suddenly there was a burst of rage: "He's a bastard! He's a bastard, I'm going to kill him! I'm going to kill him!"

He didn't expect Wu Feng's reaction to be in a good direction, and when he saw that the person was about to shrink and "hide", he hurriedly grabbed the man's hand and said, "He's not! He's ......."

Before he could finish speaking, Wu Feng suddenly hugged the jade and looked panicked: "What about Liao Ge? What about the snow kite......? Why are you the only ones here?!What about them?" The man's face was frightened, he looked around, panicked, and then began to tremble as his golden eyes looked at the other's half-masked face: "Yours...... What about your eyes...... Your eyes? yes, I'm going to help you find your eyes, I'm going to help you find your eyes!"

“...... Wu Feng ......" Qi Yu's expression suddenly became sad, and he read softly.