The ghost woman laughed slowly, laughing until her body was even trembling:

"Tianshu, I understand why the master chose to choose you, you are ruthless! You're tougher than any of us. You actually risked the life of your sweetheart to design to eradicate me. You know I'll be alone tonight to help you get the mirror of your migration. You will take this great opportunity to use your new life as bait to trap me here alone, and eradicate the power of all my old donors by the way! ”

The scheme was spat out, and Tianshu's expression did not have a trace of smugness. He didn't say that although he had already planned it, he did it in advance last night because Sang Ling was suddenly dying. And he also paid several times more because of this impulse.

He always stood in front of the bed, using his body to block the cold light and resentment shot by the ghost woman, and protect the person behind him.

On the bed, Sang Ling's breathing was dangerous, but her breath gradually subsided.

Tianshu only felt that his heart was sinking endlessly, falling into the ruins.

He had just learned from the people under the Ghost Woman that the amount of dead Su Zi in the prescription had been increased by three points. Under the effect of such medicine, even if you drink it shallowly, it will cut off your vitality and make you die of exhaustion.

The coldness in his heart turned into despair that could not be dissolved.

At this moment, the ghost woman was also in despair, and when she saw Tianshu not looking back and ordered the guard just now to drag her down to deal with it, the look in her eyes completely turned cold and resolute, but her mouth made a frightened voice begging for mercy:

"I have a way, I can have a way to dissolve the medicinal properties, so that you can not only take out the mirror smoothly, but also save the life of your sweetheart!"

The ghost woman is the best doctor in the ghost city, which is why Tianshu has always kept her. can have the best of both worlds, only a ghost woman can do it.

The ghost woman quickly brought out a bowl of medicine, but she was very hesitant:

"Since the vitality of the demon ancestor's heart has been cut off, this decoction still needs a medicine primer to stimulate the medicinal properties of the dead wood in spring."

"What do you want?"

Tianshu lowered his eyes and looked at the sleeping face on the bed, listening to her breathing getting softer and softer, and her eyebrows frowning deeper and deeper.

A few cold lights appeared in the ghost woman's eyes, and she raised her head, but showed an embarrassed expression:

"In this ghost city, only the master, your heart is the strongest, so you need a bowl of hard work."

"Presumptuous!"

The ghost of the guard spoke coldly, and the weapon was already drawn.

Tianshu looked back at the ghost woman coldly, and then said:

"Gather all the doctors in the ghost city to come over, I want to test the medicine."

The ghost woman was surprised:

"This is without blood, the effect of the medicine is average, how to try it? If you test the medicine, how can this bowl of blood be enough? ”

"You don't have to worry about that."

"This ......"

The ghost woman bowed her head obscurely, but there was a cold light in her eyes.

The nine bowls of decoction were lined up, and the black color could not see the ingredients clearly, and only countless red blood beads could be seen in the center of the liquid, which were hidden in it, which was weird and terrifying.

Tonight, all the medical practitioners in the ghost market have been called here to check, check, test and refine medicines...... There was nothing in the room except for the sound of objects striking each other, and it was as quiet as a cemetery.

In such a dead atmosphere, the room next door was as warm as a spring moon.

In the second half of the night.

In the courtyard, the snowflakes that had accumulated in the middle of the night, Yingying reflected the cold light, and also faintly shone into the corner of the room, catching the almost solidified corner of the clothes on the side of the bed.

Outside the door, there was a sudden knock on the door, breaking the dead silence.

The corners of the clothes moved, revealing half of a face as white as paper, and in the cold look, there were a pair of crazy and stubborn eyes:

"Come in."

"Squeak-"

When the door opened, the first thing that came out was a crimson food box, on which were painted with countless ghosts, just looking at it made people feel chilled.

The ghost figure held the food box forward and handed it to Tianshu with both hands:

"Returning to the master, the pot of soup medicine given by the ghost woman was divided into nine bowls, and the doctors immediately checked it, and the rest were non-toxic, so this bowl was left. The doctor said, this decoction is a good thing, and now that it is hot, I will present it. ”

Tianshu opened the food box with his own hands and took out the bowl of soup and medicine, and the black-brown liquid turned around twice, swaying a touch of red.

It was the blood of his heart.

At this time, the placket of his chest, which was tied twice by a white bandage at random, began to crack with his large movements, slowly oozing blood. A large area of red was dyed on the chest of the dark robe, like a flower on the other side before the ghost hell, and it bloomed strangely all over the heart.

The blood stains continued to expand, and his face quickly turned blue and white, but the hand holding the medicine bowl was still extremely steady. picked it up, turned around, took the soup spoon, and fed it to Sang Ling's lips.

He smiled and spoke, his voice lingering:

"Drink the medicine and get a good night's sleep. When the day dawns, everything will be able to go back. ”

The man on the bed was still silent, and even his lips were pursed.

The spoon was fed several times, but the soup could only slide down the lips, and there was no trace of half of it flowing in.

Tianshu's face slowly turned pale as the number of times increased, and he was illuminated by the hazy moonlight outside the window, more like a resentful ghost crawling out of the graveyard.

The ghost figure pinched the food box in his hand, and his eyes seemed to be made of wood, and he only rested quietly on the ground, not daring to peek at the bed.

The bowl of potion was quickly wasted by a third, and Tianshu couldn't hold back his temperament anymore, so he poured the medicine directly into his mouth, then pinched open the lips of the person on the bed, drilled through the small gap, and then pried open his closed teeth little by little, and crossed the medicine in his mouth.

It was tightly closed, and there was not half a drop of the liquid left, and it was all fed in.

But after the bitter taste, he suddenly caught a little sweetness, but that sweetness was hidden very deeply, and when he went to pursue it, he shivered away and avoided it.

His eyes were fierce, and he increased the strength of his lips and tongue in his mouth, wanting to grab it, and then clenched it tightly, never parting.

The sweetness is like a peach in the mouth, and when you bite again, the juice splashes, and the sweetness is intoxicating, and you can't help but take another bite.

There was another squeak, and the ghost had already receded, leaving only the two of them in the room.

The only awake Tianshu let go of his movements after realizing this.

He couldn't help but close his eyes, but he didn't want to, when he tasted the sweetest and made people lose his mind, the tip of his tongue suddenly hurt!

Then he met Sang Ling's clear gaze, like snow in Cangshan, revealing a cold sense of alienation.

This kind of coldness was like ice water, and with a bang, it poured on his head, and the cold air was constantly seeping into the cracks of his bones, and it fell without any warmth.

Even though they were still doing intimate things before.

Tianshu forced a smile and slowly straightened up.

The blood stain on his chest had become larger, almost encompassing most of his body, and the blood was extremely eye-catching.

He didn't look down, he was still laughing:

"Are you awake? I made a special decoction for you, isn't it bitter? If you're hungry, I'll go and make you some noodle soup. ”

There was some caution in his voice.

There was a long silence in the room as warm as the spring moon, and even the air was suffocated and sticky, as if it had been stuffed into glue, and it was overwhelming.

The ghost figure stood outside the door with a food box, not daring to enter.

The person on the bed still didn't speak, and the coldness in Sang Ling's eyes when he opened his eyes just now seemed to be that he was in a trance, and now that he is looking for it, he has returned to normal.

She lay still, not seeming to reject what had just happened, or rather, not to notice it at all.

There was no quarrel or confrontation at all.

So, just now, Sang Ling didn't notice it?

He spoke, his voice more careful:

"Ah Ling, you suddenly fainted last night, and now that you have drunk the medicine, are you more comfortable?"

Without waiting for Sang Ling to answer, he grabbed the other party's hand again, and pressed the weak and boneless soft cane to the position of his heart, his expression was very aggrieved:

"This decoction must be painstaking to make a medicine primer, I put nine bowls of it, it really hurts, stupid hamster, you just pity me, take care of me, okay?"

The caught hand suddenly moved, Sang Ling took it back silently, and before Tianshu could speak, she finally interrupted him:

"I should have never happened these days. You let me go. ”

"Never happened? Ah Ling, you ......" Tianshu suddenly realized something, this incident was like a thunderbolt that woke up his brain because of excessive blood loss:

"Your eyes are restored? So...... Do you remember everything? ”

His throat was hoarse and low as if he had swallowed a knife, and the words came out like weeping blood.

Sang Ling got up slowly, her eyes were always clear, and Bing Lingling's was not half drunk with the dizziness and drunkenness after the begonia.

After feeding the bowl of decoction just now, her heart pulse had recovered, and the Mirror of Retrospective Migration had completely awakened from its sleep, and the first thing it did was to help Sang Ling recover her consciousness that had been fascinated by the drunken begonia, and then the injury.

It's just that the lack of mirror energy has not fed back a lot, only a thin layer, but it barely gives her the strength to stand up.

Tianshu sat in place, his head bowed slightly, and the low pressure on his body seemed to be circling a circle of clouds, and it was about to roll up a storm and seep low pressure.

Sang Ling didn't look at his reaction, picked up a cloak and put it over his shoulder, and prepared to open the door and go out.

Unexpectedly, Tianshu behind him stepped forward a few steps and clasped the door.

With a bang, the door closed again.

The other hand had already grabbed Sang Ling's wrist, and the force was so strong that it almost strangled out a bruise:

"Sang Ling, if you say that nothing has happened, but I can't forget it! Tonight, and in the future, don't even think about going out. ”

Sang Ling raised her eyes to look at him, but suddenly smiled, her smile seemed like after the ice and snow first melted, it should be warm, but she couldn't see half the temperature:

"Ghost City Lord, Tianshu, don't you think I'm a demon ancestor and don't have the ability to resist? The Demon Ancestor is in my hands, as long as I give an order, your ghost market will definitely be wiped out! ”

As soon as these words came out, an astonishing momentum erupted from Sang Ling's body, and there was already a look of deafness between his eyes.

Tianshu subconsciously let go of the hand, took half a step back, and his eyes were fixed on the other party's face, as if he was looking for something unwillingly:

"Ah Ling, do you want to kill me?"

Sang Ling stood with her sleeves down, and a slight tingling pain came from her wrist, but her expression did not change at all, and her whole face was as cold as ice:

"Shouldn't I have killed you? Tianshu, the ghost city lord. ”