Rumor has it that Yejian can eat human souls and swallow his cultivation, so his lifespan is equal to the sky and he is unparalleled in strength. The reason why he has such ability is because of his unique blood, which can be inherited by eating a drop, and his skills will be multiplied. Extend life for several years, once and for all!
Because of this rumor, and because of Ye Jianhan's cruel and bloody demeanor, there were always people who came to 'encircle' him one after another.
The Lei Baigu Mountain was not piled up by Ye Jianhan on purpose, but these people personally dedicated it.
Ye Jianhan's blood does have a very strange and magical effect, but it is by no means as powerful as the crazy rumors of these people, but he never argues. First, fresh dead souls are more delicious. People will believe, why waste their lips
That drop of blood fell, and dozens of demon cultivators instantly turned into a bunch of mad dogs, frantically fighting for each other, and it was really rude to move hands with each other.
The thick-browed man at the head was full of benevolence, righteousness and morality, but at the moment, seeing everyone looting and chaotic, he knew that the 'encirclement and suppression' would be useless, and after seeing the scene where Ye Jianhan killed the woman, he also understood that he wanted to hurt this girl. The devil is not easy, it is better to grab a drop of devil blood than to die.
So the long knife that was running for the heavens turned, and instead of slashing at the devil, it instantly stabbed at the colleague, pierced with a knife, and ended the life with an old-fashioned and cruel way!
Ye Jianhan didn't move, just watched the dozens of people fighting, and finally died.
The man with thick eyebrows at the head was the one who survived in the end. His eyes were red, because he was excited to finally get the blood of the devil.
"Devil blood, demon blood, I finally got it, hahaha!" He laughed wildly, and in the blink of an eye, he saw Ye Jianhan standing coldly, and his mind regained a trace of clarity.
He quickly put away the drop of blood, turned and knelt down on one knee, with a neat and neat posture: "Sir, the villain is willing to dedicate his soul, just to follow you by your side!"
His voice just fell, and before Ye Jianhan could react, a cold air suddenly surged…
The thick-browed man could only see a flickering figure, but Ye Jianhan saw it very clearly.
The little servant behind him had a cold face, and the speed of his moves was ruthless.
The picture was bloody and cruel, the blood spurting stained his newly changed clothes, and a little scarlet fell on the handsome face, as if Shura was alive.
Ye Jianhan watched with interest.
It wasn't until the thick-browed man fell to the ground that Chu Muyun stopped his hand, bowed his head respectfully, and said in a clear and cold voice, "He is not worthy of following the master."
Ye Jianhan approached him, raised his hand to wipe the blood that was splattered on his cheek, his movements were rare and gentle... He made him look up and looked at him.
Chu Muyun looked into his eyes with clear eyes.
The next moment, without warning, Ye Jianhan's hand that had snapped his neck abruptly squeezed his throat again.
Chu Muyun frowned at the suffocation that came upon his face. His cheeks were flushed abnormally, but his gaze towards Ye Jianhan did not change at all.
Ye Jianhan stared at him, his eyes still gentle, as if someone else was trying to strangle him.
Seeing that he was about to 'die' again, Ye Jianhan abruptly stopped. Only by killing too many people can he accurately grasp this degree, the front line of life and death.
A little force is death, loosening is life, and life and death are all in his mind.
A large amount of oxygen was suddenly poured into his lungs, Chu Muyun coughed violently and panted hard.
Ye Jianhan took back the drop of blood and played with his fingertips: "He really doesn't deserve it, but this is not a decision you should make."
Chu Muyun frowned and said respectfully, "My subordinates know."
The corner of Ye Jianhan's mouth raised slightly, and he flicked his fingers, and the drop of blood floated towards Chu Muyun.
"Give it to you."
Chu Muyun stretched out his hand to catch it, and carefully took it into his arms without thinking about it.
Ye Jianhan raised his eyebrows: "Eat it."
Chu Muyun paused.
Ye Jianhan's eyes narrowed slightly, and his voice suddenly became cold: "Don't let me repeat."
A trace of reluctance flashed in Chu Muyun's eyes, but he didn't go against his words. He took out the drop of blood and carefully put it to his lips.
Immediately afterwards, an astonishingly sweet feeling came over his face, and even Chu Mu, who was serious about acting, was shaken.
The instant the drop of blood poured into his mouth, Chu Muyun's tongue, which had tasted all the world's delicacies, was instantly captured.
How effective is not to mention, this taste is too good.
It was just such a small drop, and it just landed on the tip of the tongue, but it instantly moved from point to surface, occupying all the taste buds in the mouth, stimulating the taste nerves, and the feedback from the brain was a joy, as if The fireworks that bloomed in the starry sky in the carnival night swelled violently, making people dizzy.
Chu Muyun was in a trance for a moment, and then something even more exaggerated happened.
The heat that rushed to the brain began to spread to all parts of the body, and suddenly slammed into the blood, igniting one after another astonishing heat wave. , and finally the ambiguous burning to the lower abdomen, the familiar burning sensation rolls...
Chu Muyun... hardened.
Chu Muyun: "..."
zero:"… "
After a brief silence, Chu Muyun & Zero: This is a bit... embarrassing.
Never expected that this drop of blood would have such a magical nature, and Chu Muyun, who created this thing, also did not expect it.
When he came back to life from the pile of bones, he was naked, and the clothes he was wearing were given by Ye Jianhan. And this tyrant has a wild and unruly temperament, and his clothes are free and easy. He wears thin black clothes, and a large area is exposed on his chest. The lower body is standard neat trousers. Although Chu Muyun was a little shorter than Ye Jianhan, he had a very good figure, and the clothes fit him well.
And this fit... The scene under him is a bit unstoppable.
Not to mention the abnormal flushing on Chu Muyun's face.
Ye Jianhan understood at a glance. He stared at his slightly raised tent and smiled meaningfully: "You brat."
His blood does have some magical effects, but different people have different effects. Some people eat it, it is a panacea, and some people eat it, it is tasteless, but he has never seen anyone who drank a drop of his blood and became excited.
The best actor, Mr. Chu, said: Whoever wrote this script, let no one perform it.
Baby Zero said obediently: "You wrote..."
"..." Chu Muyun, "Be good, don't interrupt when adults talk, children."
From the point of view of naming him, Ye Jianhan has the aesthetics of an absolutely straight man, so... Chu Muyun doesn't expect him to purify himself.
But what he didn't expect was that the 'democracy' in Ye Jianhan's bones began to be restless again.
"Let's go." Ye Jianhan smiled ambiguous, "Take you to a good place."
Chapter 114
what a good place to go...
Mr. Chu's current mood is the same as that of the majority of husbands who heard the beautifully dressed daughter-in-law say to go to a 'good place'.
Either a beauty salon, or a brand store, or a beauty salon, or only a brand store...
In short, this good place must not be the good place he wanted.
Abandoning the dead people all over the floor and the gossip of 'Ye Jianhan started killing again', they changed their clothes and walked away.
to the place.
Baby Zero: "It's the first time I've been to a place like this~(≧▽≦)/~."
Chu Muyun: "What do you think?"
Zero: "( ω ) No, no... "
Chu Muyun: "Hehehe."
Baby Zero: "Really, really not."
Chu Muyun: "Close up the five senses."
Zero: "〒▽〒, you can't just look at the beauty..."
"Um... ah... *%(*&(*&(&... %(%"
Baby Zero didn't listen to the host's words, and his eyes were almost blinded.
Ahh! What about the good romance? What about a row of beauties who are hooking up with small handkerchiefs? This, this one is different!
Chu Muyun was not surprised.
The folk customs of the demon world are rough. In "Devil World", the protagonist once went to the Shura world, which has become a demon world, and was hooked up to a rather primitive brothel there. As soon as he entered the house, he almost lost his strength...
YY text, it has to be a little hot. Although Chu Muyun is gay, as long as he doesn't describe his breasts and replaces him with hers after writing, he can also write a serious affair.
Although a rotten girl with hot eyes looked at it and said: This section of meat stew is so intense, there is a kind of rush to see the beauty...
Chu Muyun put on his vest and replied: I also have this illusion, probably because my colleagues have seen it too much, ^_^.
A sentence has successfully brought the building crooked, the rotten girls only think that they are the foundation in their eyes, and what they see is the foundation, how can they think that the author himself is the foundation...
Although it is still thousands of years ago, the demon world has also been assimilated by the human world, but the indulgence in the bones cannot be changed.
The brothel was originally a place of indulgence, and there was no cover. When entering the hall, all kinds of parties were already opened.
Chu Muyun glanced at it and was successfully 'fired away'...
This is really a straight man watching a heavy-duty GV, and instantly withered.
Ye Jianhan glanced at him: "Go play, I'm next door."
This is a brothel, and next door is a restaurant. He really came to give welfare to the little servant.
However, Chu Muyun couldn't afford this benefit.
He didn't look sideways, didn't speak, just followed behind Ye Jianhan.
Ye Jianhan stopped: "What?"
Chu Muyun shook his head and was about to speak, but was suddenly interrupted by a loud noise.
"Who brought this disaster star in!"
"Get out, get out, get out!"
"Oh my god! Don't get close to him, don't even look at him, you will die miserably!"
The screams were endless, and the originally sensual hall fell into chaos, and the men and women without clothes couldn't care about the joyous thing, and each got up, grabbed something casually, and ran out in a swarm.
This situation is very much like an earthquake, rushing out in a frenzy to survive.
Although Chu Muyun vaguely guessed who had appeared, he was also shocked by the sight.
In nine hundred years, this body of calamity has become famous in the demon world...
After everyone rushed out, the hall was already messy.
The collapsed tables and chairs, the scattered wine glasses, and the melons and fruits that were swept to the ground because of their escape were also trampled to pieces. In such a short period of time, a gold and silver nest turned into such a mess.
Not to mention whether the body of natural disaster is so magical, but the deterrent power is nothing to say.
Only a few people stood still.
Of course, there were Ye Jianhan, Chu Muyun, and the boy in white standing under the light.
Time has passed for almost a thousand years, but Jun Mo has not changed in the slightest, with silver hair and silver eyes, delicate features, empty expressions, and that thin body wrapped in cheap clothes, with bare skin as white as frost and snow, very Slippery but has an indescribable morbidity, it seems that you can feel the chilling cold without touching it.
Just looking at it like this, it is really like a painting, and the appearance is alluring, which makes people fascinated.
But this hair color, eye color, and appearance are all too distinctive, coupled with the calamity that defies the sky, people can't forget them even if they want to.
Time cannot wash away these sins, but instead accumulates them layer by layer.
Thousands of years ago, Jun Mo was still shouting and beating, but after a thousand years, no one dared to take a step closer.
Chu Muyun's expression did not change, but he sighed very lightly.
What a sin...
I can't think about how Jun Mo has come here all these years, but I can get a glimpse of it by looking at those eyes that are getting more and more empty.
Countless people feared him, rejected him, stayed away from him, but some people hated him extremely.
Because he has 'harmed' countless people, in terms of human life alone, I am afraid that he has far more on his shoulders than Ye Jianhan, too many to count.
It's just that his hands are clean from beginning to end, so clean that one can't bear to take a second look.
However, some people don't think so.
Among the people who stayed here, there was a tall and thin middle-aged man. He stared at Jun Mo, his eyes were splitting, and the bitterness was daunting. Obviously, he hated him to the extreme, even if he knew that he was going to die. Kill Jun Mo.
"Disaster!" The middle-aged man roared and rushed over, the long sword in his hand fiercely stabbed the thin white-clothed boy.
Jun Mo didn't move, there was not even a trace of superfluous expression on his face, the sword was sharp and the sword awe-inspiring, so cold and murderous, his face did not change.
No fear, no trepidation, and no unease at all.
The body of heaven's calamity is born unable to cultivate, he has endured all the hardships in the world, but he will not die no matter what.
When the tip of the sword was about to stab Jun Mo, suddenly a ray of light rose up, and the middle-aged man was pierced through his chest, unable to rest his eyes.
The long sword fell to the ground with a clang because of the death of its master, and was instantly shaken into pieces.
Being rescued and surviving, Jun Mo still watched calmly.
As if everything that happened had nothing to do with him.
Whether it is revenge, insults, disasters, being saved, or being killed, everything seems to be seen through a false projection, but it is very far away.
There was another loud noise, and this gorgeous building shook for no reason. Accompanied by the rumbling sound, the chandelier made of countless beautiful spar on the top beam fell to the ground, hitting the middle-aged man.
People who had lost their vitality instantly turned into a puddle of mud, which was extremely terrifying.
Because of this impact, the chandelier broke and the spar scattered away, instead illuminating the entire hall, making the person hidden in the dark gradually clear.
The pair of silver eyes that had been out of focus flickered slightly.
The expressionless boy turned his head slowly and stared at the handsome man in black.