Sheng Lingyuan had never heard of a forbidden technique with such a nasty name.
And this forbidden technique itself is more disgusting than the name, he was careless, let the first "thin thread" penetrate the chest, those dense thin threads spread infinitely to the limbs like spider silk, thinner than Suzhou embroidery stitches, thinner than Suzhou embroidery stitches. Miss still fine.
Whether it is the brute force of the body muscles or the magic power in the meridians, it cannot be emitted from a single point, and there must be a certain "circuit", just like the contraction of muscles depends on the traction of joints. It needs its own operating mechanism. Because the two share the same feeling, Xuan Ji has a particularly keen sense of his body, and every "thin thread" can be subtly nailed to the key nodes of force.
Sheng Lingyuan seemed to have become a puppet whose joints were all rusted to death.
He has a bad feeling—this thing seems to be born with empathy.
"Have you never heard of it?" Xuan Ji's voice is as deep and soft as those thin lines, but full of presence, "It's just as long as you haven't heard of it, I invented it myself."
Sheng Lingyuan: "..."
After three thousand years, this ignorant thing has not been able to "know astronomy and geography at the bottom", so he learned to "test the oil temperature by hand" and cooking, and developed a forbidden technique specifically for him.
Those who are so long are all useless prospects!
"I don't think so," Xuan Ji could hear the voice in his heart, and raised his eyebrows, "What do I want to do? I don't want to grow into a calm and rational big man like you, I will Things are much more practical.”
Perhaps because of the same source, the burning pain caused by Suzaku's blood was relieved after touching those thin threads, and then, an unidentifiable itching or numbness crawled all over Sheng Lingyuan's body, as if there were countless soft feathers scratching his body. Touch his internal organs.
"It is said that there used to be a kind of poisonous spider in Beiyuan. When mating, the spider silk would penetrate the partner's body and 'sew' the pair of spiders together. Because it takes a lot of energy to produce offspring, Beiyuan is very cold and there are not so many food sources. The energy reserve in a spider is not enough, so you have to pull a seductive and unconscious partner as a backing... Then they will entrust their lives to the next generation while consuming each other, and they will live and die together." Xuan Ji's hand slipped behind Sheng Lingyuan's back , scratched his finger, and left a spell pattern on his back, "When I first heard this story, I thought it was too perverted. How could there be such a perverted species? It is simply a teaching material against marriage and childbirth. After a while, the Nirvana Stone on the sacred fire ring will be broken, and you will crawl out of my back like a haunted ghost, chewing on my heart."
"That was the first time the Nirvana Stone was broken. I haven't gotten used to it yet, so I was in a daze and went crazy for a long time. I dreamed about that kind of Northern Plains spider, and then the spider in my dream became you. I wrapped the real fire in blood and forced into thin threads, and then sew your heart that can’t be warmed up... I thought at the time, why are you so cruel that you even cut your own heart, I must sew it up for you, so that it is airtight. I And I will sew myself on it, so that you will never be able to get rid of me for the rest of your life."
Sheng Lingyuan's back was aching from the heat of his blood, and the spells drawn by Xuan Ji were messy and shapeless, but his intuition was not right, so he secretly corroded those thin lines with the energy of heavenly demon.
"Don't worry about it," Xuan Ji's nose almost stuck to the side of his face, "Suzaku subdues demons, wards off evil spirits, and is invulnerable to all poisons."
Sheng Lingyuan: "You..."
"You don't even know how to call me, do you?" Xuan Ji interrupted him, "Calling 'Tong' is unfamiliar, and 'Chicken' is too angry to call out—Lingyuan, who am I?"
"Xuan Ji." Sheng Lingyuan's voice tightened.
Although Xuan Ji used the identity of a mortal, he would not even change his own face. He had to use tricks to make up for it afterwards, and most likely he would not bear someone else's name. Sheng Lingyuan guessed that he either changed the name "Xuan Ji" with an excuse later on, or simply changed it along with his face in a blindfolded way.
"Guess right." Xuan Ji smiled, "It's really smart. The surname is borrowed from a mortal, and the first name was given by me."
"I don't want to hurt you," Sheng Lingyuan said with a suppressed voice, "Get lost."
At this time, he has already figured out the trajectory of those "thin threads" - the thin threads are the real fire wrapped in Xuan Ji's heart and soul, and they can indeed restrain the demonic energy, but they can't talk about the curative effect without the dosage. The key point of this so-called forbidden technique lies in Xuan Ji's heart. He "sewn" the two of them together, and the breath blended together. If he concentrated on attacking one point and temporarily cut off his heart vein, he was 80% sure that he would be able to break free.
But in that case, it will definitely backfire the master of the forbidden technique.
But the power of two evils...
"It's okay, you're hurt." Xuan Ji said, "I'm used to it anyway."
Sheng Lingyuan froze, Xuan Ji suddenly turned his head, caught his lips, and took his breath with a bit of viciousness. At the same time, his hand on Sheng Lingyuan's back suddenly drew a closed circle. The textures are all connected together. Sheng Lingyuan didn't come up in one breath, feeling that his soul seemed to be tightly bound, and his heart rate, which was beating slowly, was forcibly dragged to the same frequency as Xuan Ji.
The heart of the bird family was beating fast, not to mention the fire bird born by Chiyuan, Sheng Lingyuan's heart had never jumped so violently, it made his chest hurt, and he almost lost consciousness for a moment.
The next moment, the threads that "sewn" the two of them penetrated into his body inextricably, Sheng Lingyuan suddenly lost his strength, Xuan Ji caught him, spread his wings on the ground, and the two of them fell into it together.
"you… "
what have you done
Xuan Ji didn't answer, grabbed his hand, hooked Sheng Lingyuan's fingertip lightly, cut a small hole, and then showed his finger to him - only Xuan Ji had the same wound on the same hand . Sheng Lingyuan's wound healed quickly, and Xuan Ji's fingers were as clean as ever.
He said, "You are mine."
Sheng Lingyuan grabbed his collar, his hands trembling uncontrollably, raised his hand and punched him.
Xuan Ji was beaten to the side by him, but smiled: "Is this the first time in your life that you have fisted someone?"
Not only was Sheng Lingyuan punching someone for the first time, but he also experienced for the first time what it means to have tinnitus from anger, a "buzzing" in his head, a migraine attack for a while, and he couldn't punch the second time no matter what.
"You..." He was a little incoherent, "You just pissed me off, so don't worry about Chiyuanluhe."
Xuan Ji didn't know what the intention was, maybe he was afraid that he would not be mad at him, so he said "um", "Isn't it, since there is this forbidden technique of living together and dying together, if you are mad at you, of course I will be gone. At that time, Chiyuan's fire will really be guarded by no one."
Sheng Lingyuan: "... Get lost."
Xuan Ji picked up Sheng Lingyuan's coat that fell on the ground, patted it, and put it on him: "There is no solution to the forbidden technique, so you don't have to bother to find out the source—the source is me."
Sheng Lingyuan: "Get out!"
"Hey, obey the order," Xuan Ji followed suit, "I will resign."
As he said that, he got up and walked to the door of the bedroom, held the door and looked back. Sheng Lingyuan's face was devoid of blood, but his eyes were brightly lit with anger, and they were steaming with freshness. Under the untied coat, his bare upper body was exposed, and his chest rising and falling with rapid breathing could be clearly seen.
Xuan Ji's mind involuntarily popped up some scenes that are inconvenient to describe in detail—this time it's real, not a trap.
He got what he wanted without any psychological burden, so Xiao thought very freely, and conveyed it to Sheng Lingyuan in detail along with the sympathy that still had the lingering rhyme.
A cloud of black mist rushed out violently from the room, directly knocking Xuan Ji from the door into the living room, and then the door closed with a loud bang.
Xuan Ji suffered a meal, but seemed to have eaten the sweetest fruit from the big pear tree in Dongchuan, coughed out of breath for a while, and then laughed by herself in the living room.
The door separated the people, and the unhappy voices, the sympathy of drinking a little blood could not last long, but it was prolonged by Xuan Ji dipping blood and writing a spell.
Sheng Lingyuan could clearly feel the excitement in Xuan Ji's heart...and his wild thoughts.
Xuan Ji completely opened up his mind and didn't deliberately hide any thoughts—he didn't have any valuable thoughts in his mind at the moment, except for indecent imaginations, which were longings here and there, emotions and sorrows were clear at a glance, just like A beautiful idiot with big breasts and no brains.
Sheng Lingyuan couldn't understand how he switched seamlessly between "brainless" and "cunning".
Xuan Ji automatically ignored the part where Sheng Lingyuan scolded him, and thought happily: "I heard you praise me for looking good in your heart."
Sheng Lingyuan didn't respond, suppressed all the thoughts in his heart, and forced himself into meditation.
After an unknown amount of time, the empathy gradually faded, and Sheng Lingyuan's sea of consciousness became active again. His tinnitus subsided slightly, and he heard whistles coming from the living room.
Sheng Lingyuan: "..."
He sighed, leaned his head back on the edge of the bed behind him, the rage passed, he was lazy to think about anything for a while, his heart was empty, only the cheerful whistle sounded in his ears, heavy exhaustion and sleepiness from days of absence surged up together.
In the haze, the dream that had been closed for many years was quietly opened to him.
Sheng Lingyuan actually had a vague dream about what happened when he was a child.
Five... or six? Anyway, it was very young.
The sword spirit made troubles unreasonably because of trivial matters. Although the little prince was taught since childhood that "the emperor must be tolerant", after all, he is too young, and his small chest is only as big as a palm. The wayward sword aura comes out of the fire. After several rounds of arguing in my heart, I still felt that it was not enough, so I took a carving knife and carved "Sword Spirit Chuzi" ten times on the ground.
Jian Ling was tired and playful, and his mind matured late. He grew up in his sea of knowledge every day, but he hadn't learned a few words—he could only understand Sheng Lingyuan's writing, because he could know what he was thinking when he wrote through empathy.
As a result, the sword spirit held back for a long time, and couldn't help asking: "What kind of dog crawling characters are you writing?"
Only then did Sheng Lingyuan realize that he was so mad that he had learned how to unilaterally shut down his thoughts without a teacher. He could be considered to have found a way to cure that little ghost, so he launched the first cold war in his life, which lasted for two moments - the little sword spirit couldn't hear what he was thinking, and was locked in the sea of consciousness alone by him, crying in fright.
Xiao Sheng Lingyuan coaxed in a panic, but regretted that he had gone too far, and the "war" ended without a problem.
It was... a long time ago.
At this time, a ringtone suddenly came in, and Sheng Lingyuan's light sleepiness disappeared instantly. He heard Xuanji's whistle stop, and picked up his cell phone: "Old Xiao? It's so late... what did you say?"