The blade of the sword sliced through her skin, slicing through her veins.

No blood spurted out, not even a single trace of blood came out, because the blood in her body was almost gone.

Chen Changsheng took the scabbard and aimed it at the wound on her neck with the sheath.

The divine consciousness moved slightly, and a line of blood came out of the scabbard, more as if it had been generated from nothingness.

The blood line was very thin, as if it were thinner than a hair, and slowly poured into her veins.

During the whole process, he was very cautious, and his divine sense was condensed to the extreme.

There was no sound.

Only taste.

The smell of his blood gradually spread in the empty mausoleum.

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I don't know how long it took, he withdrew the scabbard, a faint chill appeared between the index finger of his right hand, and pressed it against Xu Yourong's neck, and after a while, confirmed that her blood vessels and wounds had been sealed by extremely fine ice chips, and then began to treat his wounds.

The wound between the wrists, which was clearly visible, even faintly visible to the bone, slowly healed, or rather, was frozen in ice.

There were still some blood stains left on the side of the wound. He remembered what his senior brother had told him in private, hesitated for a moment, raised his wrist to his lips, and began to lick it carefully, like a young beast licking milk.

At the beginning, the senior brother once told him that if he was injured and bleeding, he must use this method, only this method, eat the blood into the abdomen, so that the smell of blood will not continue to disperse, in addition, no matter how much water is washed, no matter how much sand is buried, or even if it is burned with fire, the smell will not disappear.

This was the first time Chen Changsheng had tasted the taste of his own blood. In the past, in battle, he almost vomited blood several times, and then he was forcibly swallowed, but at that time the blood was only in his throat, and at this time, the blood was on his tongue.

It turns out that his own blood is sweet.

He thought so.

The taste is really good.

It's delicious.

It's really delicious.

Would like to eat some more.

Suddenly, he woke up, covered in sweat, and then frozen into snow. He had been licking faster and harder, like a young beast greedily licking the bloody milk of his dead mother.

If he hadn't woken up quickly, he might have even licked the wound on his wrist.

There was a dead silence in the mausoleum.

It will take a long time for a light breeze to blow.

The frozen beads of sweat on the ground rolled slowly, making a bone rustling sound.

He leaned wearily against the stone pillar, his face unusually pale.

Because he had shed too much blood, and because of fear.

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When he was ten years old, his soul was discharged from his body with sweat, attracting visions of heaven and earth, and in the mountain shrouded in clouds and mist behind Xining Town, there was an unknown terrifying life peeping. From that night on, he knew that there was something abnormal in his body, not that he was sick, but that his spirit was the most delicious fruit for many lives, an irresistible temptation.

-- If the world discovers the strangeness of your blood, you will die, and you will surely have a worse end than death.

When Senior Brother said this to him, it was the next day on Chinese New Year's Eve, when he was ten years old. At that time, it took a long time for the senior brother to express the meaning of this sentence clearly, because his arms were very sore and weak, and the gesture of the hand was always wrong.

He asked his brother why this was the case. The senior brother was silent for a long time, and told him that it was because he had been fanning him last night, trying to fan away the smell that overflowed from his body.

He asked his brother why he was doing this. The senior brother was silent for a long time before he told him that last night, he had been smelling that smell for a long time, and suddenly he wanted to suck his blood clean and eat him.

In Chen Changsheng's mind, Senior Brother Yu Yu is the bravest person in the world and the best person for himself. If the senior brother wants to die by himself, he can die by himself, but if the senior brother wants to eat himself......

He thought about it for a long time, but he still felt that this matter was too terrible.

The blood flowing in the body is the delicacy that all life yearns for, and for the person concerned, this is certainly not a good thing. So he doesn't like his own blood, and he can even say he hates it, or he can say he is afraid. Because of this mentality, he never thinks about it, and sometimes even subconsciously forgets that there is something special about his blood.

In the early morning after that night passed, the overflowing spirit entered his body and into his blood, and never emitted a trace of it again, but the disgust and fear still stayed in the deepest part of his consciousness.

When he arrived in Kyoto, he thought he was far away from that horrific memory, and he could feel the smell of his blood seem to fade. However, on the morning after the Tianshu Mausoleum had seen the former mausoleum overnight, he had drawn the starlight to wash the marrow for the first time in the daytime, but he was shocked to find that he seemed to be about to return to the night when he was ten years old.

He didn't want to experience that night again, he didn't want to feel the unknown peeping in the clouds again.

So he became more cautious. When he was seriously injured in battle and wanted to vomit blood, he had to swallow it back as soon as possible, even if he was in danger. No matter how powerful the opponent was, he no longer dared to burn the lake outside the Youfu, because he was worried that he would be blown up by the True Yuan again, just like that time in the underground space.

Not to bleed, not to let his blood be smelled, this is something he doesn't need to think about, but holds up to the highest standard.

Even, more important than his life.

Because he has always remembered his brother's warning.

But today in this mausoleum, he did not heed his senior brother's warning.

Because he wants to save people.

He looked at the sleeping Xu Yourong and showed a satisfied smile. Because of the poisoning, her face has been a little puffy, and at this time, those puffiness has obviously decreased a lot, and her beautiful eyebrows and eyes have become clearer.

The most important thing is that her face, which is as pale as snow, gradually gives birth to a few traces of blood at this time.

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Far away from the mausoleum of Zhou Dufu, there is an old temple. If you count from the first primordial temple thousands of miles away, this old temple should be the ninth. This also means that it is only two hundred miles away from Zhou Dufu's mausoleum.

This is something that a newly enlightened child can figure out, and Nanke and others will naturally not be mistaken. The old man who played the piano said with emotion: "I didn't expect that I would see Zhou Ling with my own eyes in my life. ”

Teng Xiaoming carried the burden, looking at the black protrusions that were faintly visible under the sky in the distance, he had always been known for his silence, and his expression was also a little excited at this time, as for his wife Liu Wan'er, and the two demon beauties, even more so.

Dozens of days of asceticism, even these demon powerhouses feel a little hard. But thinking that Xu Yourong and Chen Changsheng were waiting to die in front, and more importantly, the end of the white grass road might be the legendary Zhou Ling, what is this kind of hard work?

Suddenly, the white grass road shook slightly, and the source of the tremor came from the depths of the vast grassland behind.

The old man playing the piano was slightly surprised, turned to look at the grassland, and said with a solemn expression: "The demon beasts seem to be a little restless. ”

Suddenly, his expression changed drastically, and his mouth was open, but he was speechless in shock. The Demon General and his wife also saw the vision in the sky, and the aura on their bodies suddenly rose to the apex that Zhou Yuan could hold!

A shadow appeared in the sky above the steppe. The shadow was so great that it seemed to obscure half of the sky. The shadow, moving slowly, looked like a pair of wings from afar.

Nanke looked at the shadow in the sky, frowned and said, "Even Tianpeng is a little crazy, what happened?"

She didn't know that the source of the restlessness of the grassland demon beast came from the depths of the mausoleum two hundred miles away. In the depths of the mausoleum, a young man slit his wrist, and blood was exposed to the air. The smell of blood, diffused in the grassland, had faded to the extreme, but it was still enough to make the demon beasts in this world have an extremely crazy desire.

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Around the mausoleum, there are cleverly designed ventilation channels and light channels, so that rainwater will not pour in through those passages, but fresh wind and light will enter. I don't know what Zhou Dufu thought when he ordered the design of his mausoleum, do people still need to breathe fresh wind and enjoy the bright spring after death?

Chen Changsheng couldn't figure it out, but through the change in the light and humidity in the air, he confirmed that it should be early the next morning, and the rain outside the mausoleum should have stopped.

At this time, Xu Yourong finally woke up.

Chen Changsheng looked at her and smiled.

She didn't smile, but looked at him in a daze and asked, "You poured your own blood into my body?"

Chen Changsheng said: "It would be more accurate to say that I poured my own blood into your veins. ”

Xu Yourong was a little helpless, a little sad, a little tired, and said: "Although I don't know how you did this, do you think this can be done......?

"Yes, it works. ”

Without waiting for her to finish, Chen Changsheng said with a smile. His face was a little pale, and his expression was a little abrupt, but his eyes were very bright, clean, and confident, like the newborn morning sun, although it was covered by clouds and mist, but its brilliance was undiminished.

Looking at his expression, Xu Yourong had a thought that he didn't believe, and muttered, "This can also work?"

"It seems to work. ”

Chen Changsheng walked to her side, observed the wound on her neck, and then said, "Feel it yourself." ”

Xu Yourong was a little dazed, and subconsciously looked at himself according to his words, and found that his bloodline was really not as dry as it was before he fell asleep, although it was not as abundant as usual, it was still a little thin, but at least it could be guaranteed...... Alive.

Alive, how important, how good, most important, best.

It's just, why did you survive?

What the hell is going on?

At this time, the blood flowing in her body should obviously be his blood, why is it like her own blood, there is no difference?

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(At least for now, it is certain that Chen Changsheng is blood type O...... Tomorrow is Monday, dear big guys, don't forget to vote for the recommendation, thank you. ）