Of course, Liu Changan did not arouse An Zhujuntang's interest, and after fainting her, he picked it up casually and prepared to hang it on the wall. com

There were no hooks on the wall, and her skirt was too thin to hang heavy objects, so she lay down on the coffin lid.

Stun Zhu Juntang to protect her, otherwise the aura emitted by this essence condensed in the blood would be able to make her body unbearable.

Many pampered old people have eaten a lot of great supplements, and rural people often say that this is the living old ginseng.

What's more, it is Liu Changan who has condensed the essence of the most primitive, thickest and most vibrant blood since the birth of life.

The breath exuded by this essence is not something that a little fat sheep like Zhu Juntang can bear at all, just like a person who has been suffering for too long with clear soup and little water, and suddenly has a meal of big fish and meat, which may kill him.

However, some seriously injured people are full of nostalgia for life, and have strong obsession and willpower, so they have a certain chance to absorb the essence in their blood, or the possibility of reshaping their bodies.

It is possible to die and be resurrected.

It is possible to evolve after dying and resurrection.

Or just the resurrection.

Everyone's results can be very different.

Liu Changan is different from ordinary people, ordinary people lose such a little blood and the loss of their body is almost nothing, but Liu Changan will not divide cells to make new blood all the time like ordinary healthy adults, and if such a drop of blood is not necessary, he will not squeeze it out.

The woman in front of her reminded Liu Changan of the movie about the birth of vampires that he went to watch with An Nuan.

This gray-faced middle-aged Caucasian woman is most likely a vampire.

Vampires are creatures that Liu Changan has only heard of, and he has never really seen them in reality, which is an extremely precious research material...... And anyone who has done biological science research knows that the value of specimens is much higher than that of dead objects.

It's a pity that a vampire died in front of her, she is much more precious than a giant panda, life has evolved for so many years, probably just met such a one, Liu Changan has seen the demise of countless biological groups and is indifferent, that's just because those dying races are not interesting enough, and it has nothing to do with himself.

Liu Changan came to the top of the coffin and leaned over and lowered his head.

His lips slowly approached the woman's lips, paused two fingers apart, and spat out the blood that had naturally coalesced into beads.

Beads of blood fell on the woman's black, withered lips.

Liu Changan got up, glanced at Zhu Juntang lying on the coffin cover, stretched out his leg to kick the coffin lid farther, and then pressed it on the woman's chest behind him.

If she made any moves, he would react at the first moment so as not to damage his mount.

A feeling of swelling came from under his palm, and Liu Changan's gaze fell on the woman's face.

The dead color on the black lips seemed to have been washed by the moonlight, and gradually receded and became rich, and the light red condensed.

The lime-white face seems to be refilled with water by sun-dried petals, no longer dry and rough, and becomes tight and elastic.

The entire body, skin, muscles, and bones all had a feeling of rejuvenation, and Liu Changan's palm could feel that the rich vitality in that blood bead was bursting out, being absorbed by this magical body.

Just like the snow on the Tanggula Mountains, melted into water, rushing down, watering the thousands of miles of river basins covered by rivers, everywhere you go, spring flowers bloom, insects and birds chirp.

The originally loose and soft skin also swelled under his palm, expanding into the texture that a perfect body should have.

The nails, which were full of bruises and crevices, also turned in a soft luster under the moonlight, and the whole fingers were no longer stiff and straight, but naturally curved, and the nads of each finger were round and delicate like shallots.

Liu Changan didn't let go of his hand, just looked at the cheeks of this woman who still had charm, and the faint crow's feet at the corners of her eyes also dispersed, becoming flawless and exquisite, but the whole face did not become a girl's appearance, she was still a mature woman.

Just like touching Shangguan's coffin, at this time, Liu Changan also felt the residual memory magnetic field of this woman's body.

Fragmented footage.

Liu Changan let out a long sigh, it hadn't been long since it happened, and the memory was not very profound.

He didn't bask in the memories either, for he was still on the lookout for something unusual about the woman under his palm.

Above the roof of the small temple, the bats spread out again, no longer hovering in shade of the sky, and fell back into the woods, under the eaves.

The moonlight washed the top of the mountain again, and the thatch that seemed to have grown crazy still fell here and there, revealing the dilapidated appearance of all kinds of broken walls.

The four half-sections of the walls and wooden pillars of the Dragon King Temple have left shadows with strange shapes, and the bright moon hangs high, and there is silence everywhere.

The woman opened her eyes.

The pupils are still the color of blood, but there is a lot more rich water color, and the dry subtle blood vessels in the whites of the eyes are no longer visible, and the whole bright eye seems to absorb the pearl full of spiritual energy in the moonlight, staring at Liu Changan quietly.

Her lips opened slightly, and she exhaled a little fishy breath, and then her chest rose and fell, and the breath she exhaled again had a sweet taste, like the feeling of some extremely delicious food when one was mouthwatering.

Her hands lifted up little by little, holding Liu Changan's hands holding his chest, then closed her eyes and breathed slowly.

Looking at her calm appearance, there seemed to be no possibility of an uncontrollable outburst, Liu Changan pulled out his hands.

"Father...... Father ......"

The woman felt Liu Chang'an's palm withdrawn, opened her eyes again, stared at Liu Changan, showed a calm smile, and shouted softly.

This kind of calm is all the excitement and anticipation, which has been refined into smooth emotions by time, layer by layer in the heart, and the gentle expression after getting what you want.

Although there was no gentle response from Liu Changan's slightly embarrassed and indifferent expression, the smile on the woman's face still did not change.

"Thank you, thank you for saving me again. The woman looked at Liu Changan's face, and her smile was a little quiet in the moonlight, "You don't remember me, do you?"

"I may have indeed forgotten you before...... But recently I watched a movie about a mysterious Oriental and a singer in London, England during the time of Charles II. Liu Changan pointed to himself, "I am the mysterious Oriental, and you are the singer...... But why do you call me father?"

"Because you've given me a new lease of life. The woman took Liu Changan's hands again, revealing reverent gratitude, "Now you have given me a new lease of life again, father." ”