Qiao Yuan's whole person was immersed in the pool of blood, his mind kept thinking, and he kept recalling a scene in the void, the more he recalled, the more he felt that the scene was more real, and it didn't seem to be illusory at all.

"The middle-aged man is very similar to the figure of this statue, and the armor worn by the two of them is exactly the same, could it be that this headless statue is carved by the middle-aged man, that is, the god of war Mengtai?"

The more he thought about it, the more he felt that this matter was very likely, after all, this palace was called the Temple of the God of War, and the person who left the inheritance in it was titled the God of War, and the middle-aged man also called himself the God of War Mengtai.

And most importantly, the middle-aged man asked Qiao Yuan to help his inheritor return to his ancestor, and the condition for blood atavism was to find his head, which was just in response to the fact that this statue was headless.

"Could it be that I just entered this statue?"

Qiao Yuan was now ninety percent sure that the middle-aged man he met in the void was the person who carved the statue, and after thinking about it again, he was sure that what had just happened in the void should be real, and it was very likely that his soul had entered the statue.

In fact, Qiao Yuan's speculation and facts are inseparable, but it is not his soul that has entered this statue, but the god of war Mengtai's obsession sensed a familiar aura on Qiao Yuan's body, and at the moment when Qiao Yuan's consciousness was about to dissipate, his divine sense was introduced into the statue.

Because of the help of this obsession, the power of the bloodline in his body gradually calmed down, but the fusion still needed himself.

But Qiao Yuan was in a state of confusion, and a mysterious power appeared in his body, which promoted the fusion of blood and blood power while helping Qiao Yuan treat the damaged blood vessels in his body, which made him wake up, and the injuries in his body gradually recovered.

Just as Qiao Yuan was looking inside his body, he felt two soft jade hands grab his arms and neck and pull them upward, and at the same time, a burst of anxious but fearful words came into his ears.

"Qiao Yuan, what's wrong with you......? I didn't mean to do it just now?"

The person who spoke was Ling Wanchen, she just saw that Qiao Yuan's state had recovered a lot, and she thought that he was fine, so after Qiao Yuan attacked his chest, Ling Wanchen was ashamed and angry, and pushed him into the blood pool, but Qiao Yuan was pushed by this but lay down in the blood pool and couldn't get up, as if he had passed out.

Ling Wanchen initially thought that Qiao Yuan was pretending to be unconscious, because she saw that the power of the blood in Qiao Yuan's body had been completely fused, and it stands to reason that Qiao Yuan was no longer in danger of life, but after Qiao Yuan was pushed into the blood pool, he lay there motionless, and his eyes were closed, which made Ling Wanchen feel a little worried.

After a while, she saw that Qiao Yuan was still motionless, as if he had really fainted, so this made Ling Wanchen speak anxiously.

In fact, Qiao Yuan had just woken up, his consciousness was not yet clear, just now he had been thinking about the God of War Mengtai, so he ignored Ling Wanchen, at this moment he heard Ling Wanchen's anxious words, and quickly came back to his senses, his eyes opened, and his body immediately sat up from the blood water.

Ling Wanchen was about to pull Qiao Yuan up, but at this moment, Qiao Yuan suddenly sat up, the two were already very close to each other, and suddenly, Qiao Yuan's face directly hit Ling Wanchen's face, and there was an extremely intimate contact, faintly Qiao Yuan also felt an indescribable softness and sweetness.

Ling Wanchen was stunned by this sudden scene, her beautiful eyes widened, looking at Qiao Yuan, who was also wide-eyed, her lips touched, her eyes were not more than an inch apart, at this moment, the whole world seemed to stop running, and the two of them only felt that their hearts were booming and their brains were blank.

"Bang...... Bang...... Bang......"

Because the inheritance has ended, the blood water waterfall above has long been exhausted, so the heartbeat of the two has become the only sound here, and it is very clear in the ears of the two.

After a few breaths, Ling Wanchen's complexion suddenly turned red, and this ruddy did not stay on her face, but spread along her jade neck to her chest, arms, waist and abdomen, and the lower half of her body hidden in the blood.

Because the two of them were defenseless at the moment, and they were in a situation of honesty and honesty, the ruddy color of Ling Wanchen's whole body was even more obvious, faintly redder than the water in the blood pool, but this red was not the dark red of blood, but pink.

Qiao Yuan was just a seventeen-year-old boy, where had he experienced this scene, he didn't dare to move at the moment, and in the same way, his face was also flushed, and then this ruddy quickly spread to his body and limbs.

Such an ambiguous scene, after lasting for fifteen breaths, was broken by Ling Wanchen, she stretched out her jade hand and pressed it on Qiao Yuan's chest, pushing Qiao Yuan away, but this time she didn't use too much strength, just let Qiao Yuan's lips leave hers.

In addition, unexpectedly, Ling Wanchen did not scream and scold this time, let alone fist and kick, but her beautiful eyes showed a look of shyness and grievance, and she lowered her head and did not dare to look at Qiao Yuan's eyes.

Qiao Yuan's performance was no better than that of Ling Wanchen, he touched his nose, licked his lips, showed embarrassment on his face, lowered his head and was silent.

However, when he lowered his head, his gaze swept to the pair of pink and tender white rabbits on Ling Wanchen's chest, Qiao Yuan's face was even redder, and his head was a little lower, but his afterglow would still sweep there uncontrollably.

Ling Wanchen seemed to be aware of it, and hurriedly stretched out her arms to cover her chest, the expression on her face was already mostly aggrieved, and there was a hazy water vapor in her beautiful eyes, at this moment she was no longer a domineering goddess of violence, but a weak woman who didn't know what to do.

"You turn around. ”

The two of them had been in a stalemate for nearly a cup of tea, and Ling Wanchen's faint voice like a mosquito and fly sounded around them.

Qiao Yuan lowered his head, and when he was at a loss in his heart, he heard the faint voice, he nodded, and quickly turned around.

Ling Wanchen felt that Qiao Yuan had turned around, she raised her head slightly, glanced at Qiao Yuan, her eyes were full of indescribable complex emotions, she took a deep breath, she slowly stood up from the blood pool and walked outside the blood pool.

Ling Wanchen's bumpy body was exposed to the air without a trace of cover, and her snow-white skin was crimson, and it was also stained with a large amount of dark red blood, which looked even more charming.

She didn't hesitate at all, her whole body's spiritual power turned far away, and the blood on her delicate body quickly dripped to the ground, and then with a wave of her jade hand, a red long skirt appeared, draped over her delicate body, covering all the infinitely beautiful spring light.

When the belt was tightened and her wet hair was dying, she looked at Qiao Yuan, who was motionless in the pool of blood, and said slowly.

"Okay, you can turn around. ”

During the time that Qiao Yuan was carrying his back, Ling Wanchen's seductive delicate body kept appearing in his mind, making his blood gush, his nostrils were hot, and he only felt a sticky liquid flowing out of his nose, and at this time, he happened to hear Ling Wanchen's words.

Qiao Yuan paused for a moment, slowly turned around, and saw Ling Wanchen wearing a red dress, he was slightly stunned, and a strange light flashed in his eyes.

At this moment, Ling Wanchen was extremely beautiful, her hair was half dry and half wet, scattered behind her, because it was the blood that wet her hair, the black hair seemed to have a little bright red, coupled with the crimson on her pretty face and the long red dress that hung down to her ankles, against the backdrop, Qiao Yuan was really amazed.

Ling Wanchen was stared at by Qiao Yuan's stunning gaze, and a sweet joy arose in her heart, but on the surface, she was still quite shy, and she lowered her head and didn't dare to look at Qiao Yuan.

Qiao Yuan looked at it for a few breaths, stretched out his hand to wipe it under his nose, and a bright red blood stain appeared, and he didn't know if it was his own blood or the blood in this pool, and then he hesitated for a moment, stood up, and walked towards the outside of the blood pool.

Ling Wanchen's afterglow swept to Qiao Yuan, who was naked, stood up from the pool of blood, she hurriedly covered her face with her hands and turned around, but the moment she turned around, her afterglow still swept all over Qiao Yuan's body.

Qiao Yuan cleaned up the blood stains on his body, took out a clean shirt and changed it on, he didn't know how to speak at the moment, so the two fell into silence again.

The silence lasted for a while, and Qiao Yuan finally broke the silence by speaking.

Ling ...... , Isn't the power of the bloodline absorbed by you and me, why is there so much blood in this blood pool?"

Qiao Yuan was about to open his mouth to call "Miss Ling", but after thinking about it, he felt that this title was a little inappropriate, so he paused for a moment and hesitated a little before he looked at the blood pool and said slowly.

Ling Wanchen naturally sensed Qiao Yuan's confusion about the title, she pursed her red lips, lowered her head and said softly.

"Just call me Wanchen. The blood in this blood pool is left by the ancestor Mengtai, which contains the power of bloodline inheritance, all of which have been absorbed by me, but I have only absorbed eighty percent of the power of bloodline, and the remaining two percent are absorbed by you. ”

Hearing this, Qiao Yuan nodded, and did not ask again, he could see that there was no vitality in these bloods, and they gradually cooled down, like a pool of dead blood.

For a while, the two fell silent again, Qiao Yuan looked at Ling Wanchen with his head down, not knowing what to say or do, after a while, Qiao Yuan moved his lips and spoke, but halfway through speaking, he didn't know what to say, so he fell silent again.

"Wanchen, you ......"

Ling Wanchen heard Qiao Yuan call herself "Wanchen", her heart was quite sweet, but seeing that Qiao Yuan didn't know how to continue, she was a little anxious.

Ling Wanchen was not an ordinary woman, after a long time, the shyness in her heart had slowly been replaced by bravery, she stepped forward and took the initiative to take Qiao Yuan's hand, and said very softly.

"There's no inheritance here, let's go. ”

Qiao Yuan nodded, let out a light "um", and let Ling Wanchen take his hand, at this moment he was like a well-behaved little daughter-in-law, silently following behind the brave Ling Wanchen.