Mo Liunian hurriedly gritted his teeth when he heard this, and Jiang Shuying said: "Once you vomit blood, you will vomit blood, and even I can't save you." ”

But that fishy sweetness had already surged to the teeth, and at this moment, Jiang Shuying stretched out his wrist to Mo Liunian's mouth and said in a deep voice: "Bite it." ”

Mo Liunian reasoned and told her to refuse, but when she saw the white wrist, her eyes gradually turned bloody, and she bit Jiang Shuying's wrist like a beast.

A stream of cold blood qi poured into his mouth, and it actually pressed down the boiling blood qi in his body, and Mo Liunian took two more sips almost instinctively before slowly letting go.

The blood in his eyes dissipated, and Mo Liunian saw that Jiang Shuying's face had a look of relief, but his face was obviously a little pale.

Mo Liunian saw the blood on Jiang Shuying's hand and the tooth marks that were deep enough to see the bones, and immediately understood, "Miss Jiang, I'm ...... I ......"

Jiang Shuying didn't care and soaked his hand in the hot spring, and the little blood melted into the water, but there was still blood permeating.

Jiang Shuying said: "Concentrate and calm down, otherwise even my blood will not be able to suppress it." ”

Mo Liunian was busy listening to what he said, Jiang Shuying said on his lips, and he didn't stop in his hand, after a needle was pricked, it was another needle, Mo Liunian was already in extreme pain, and he didn't feel any greater pain after this needle was pricked, but his brows frowned tighter in pain, and his whole body was trembling.

When the third needle is pricked, Mo Liunian's blood will flow out along the golden needle, and there is no turning back, Jiang Shuying started very quickly, and as soon as the third needle was pricked, Jiang Shuying's face changed.

There was a look of astonishment in her eyes, and after the third needle was pricked, a mark appeared on Mo Liunian's forehead, which Jiang Shuying never thought would appear again.

This logo was fleeting, but Jiang Shuying was sure that she was not mistaken.

But what made Jiang Shuying puzzled, this blood was successfully taken out, but this blood color was different from what Jiang Shuying imagined, Jiang Shuying looked at Mo Liunian, and thousands of thoughts turned in her heart, who is this Mo Liunian?

Three drops of heart blood were taken out, and Jiang Shuying immediately pulled out the golden needle.

But the pain didn't go away, it was only relieved a little, Jiang Shuying saw Mo Liunian's expression, and said without waiting for her to ask: "This pain will last for a while before it subsides." ”

Mo Liunian covered his heart and said, "It's okay. She looked at the wound on Jiang Shuying's wrist and said apologetically, "Does it matter?"

Jiang Shuying smiled and said, "A little injury, it's not in the way." ”

"Why ......"

Jiang Shuying said: "The blood of the Nine-Tailed Fox Clan is a holy medicine for healing injuries. ”

Jiang Shuying paused, and then said: "The ancestor of this trickster lineage is the nine-tailed fox, the mount of Nuwa Niangniang back then. ”

Mo Liunian was stunned for a moment, but he didn't expect Jiang Shuying to tell her these things that could be regarded as secrets.

Jiang Shuying also realized that there were too many words today, so she changed the topic and said, "You soak in this hot spring, and you will be able to come out in a day." ”

Mo Liunian still hadn't felt the coldness that Jiang Shuying had said before, but he still nodded, "Okay, Xiao Mo understands." ”

Jiang Shuying got up and left after blessing, she looked down at the tooth marks on her wrists, the injuries healed very quickly on weekdays, but today's injuries are still bleeding.

When she put on her coat, the blood that flowed out soaked her sleeves, Jiang Shuying frowned, and as soon as she walked out, Xiao Banxian greeted her and asked, "Master Jiang, how is Xiao Mo?"

Now that I have a leisurely time and a peaceful state of mind, I find myself more attentive – a testament to the saying that virtue is cultivated by circumstances.

The complete cessation of the life process must be a relief to the life force that drives this life process. The serene expressions on the faces of most of the dead may have a reason for this. Overall, the moment of death is akin to waking up from a heavy nightmare.

Living in today's world, peace of mind is not easy to come by. The world is full of opportunities as well as pressure. Opportunity tempts people to try, and pressure forces people to struggle, all of which make people unable to calm down.

It is only when we have passed the top of the mountain that we have truly come face to face with death. Before that, we only learned about death from other people's mouths. By this time, our vitality has begun to decline, and in this way, our courage to live has also weakened.

When our spirits don't want to be disturbed, we are happy to revisit what we are familiar with as a way to soothe our turbulent minds. When we are bored with ourselves, we crave exposure to something new as a way to energize us.

Loneliness is the longing for others, a person who already has no problems within himself does not have a desire for others, it is enough for him alone. People who have a lot of problems themselves will crave others, and he will try to solve his problems with the help of others, and others will think the same way about him. So, when two people with problems are together, they don't have anything else to share other than to share their problems.

In the dead afternoons of winter, the faint shadow of the sun, his eyes are quiet and deep, you talk to him, he lets you into his world, but, obviously, he has another world, you can feel his easy-going conformity, but at the same time you feel his loneliness.

When we end our old friendships and start a new whole, how can we still maintain a calm and peaceful mind, how to extend a truth to reality, and how to control things that we are not able to do on our own are the things that Master told me to think about and solve urgently recently.

She woke up late and had an unusually calm and safe feeling. It was as warm and quiet as her life in Besançon. The horrific days she spent here are a distant thing in the past and won't bother her anymore.

There are so many depraved things in the world that we may not be able to transform and save the world, the only way is to keep ourselves from falling, and from the fall, let our hearts be pure and not degenerate, so that we can get peace and liberation from the fallen people and the environment.

I pray, pray for the serenity and eternity of this moment. I like, like to read your words quietly in such a beautiful night, let my heart have a soft pain, and recall the warm memories you left again, I will not feel lonely, because when I think of you, I can also feel the tenderness you retain again, but I don't want to disturb your tranquility again.

As the experience increases, there is less and less like paying the price to do things that don't make real sense. The form is no longer needed. Maturity is the constant abandonment of form to see through the essence. So the heart is like this, walking ahead of age.

The breeze rises, the dead leaves fly, a city falls flowers for whom, the cold rain is chaotic, the clouds are drunk, and a blue sky is sunny because of you. Read the latest chapter of "Life is Like a Play and Singing Claw Book House" for free for the first time.