The sky was full of blood, and it was a moment.
Ling Fengxiao slowly closed his eyes.
His expression was calm, as if he was doing a very ordinary thing.
Like taking a pill, drinking a glass of water... such an ordinary thing.
The blood mist suddenly surged up!
Ling Fengxiao frowned slightly and seemed to be in great pain.
Lin Shu held his hand and tried to lose some spiritual power.
Ling Fengxiao held him back with great strength, her fingers trembling slightly.
Hands are cold, bone-chilling cold.
Lin Shu probed into the spiritual energy of his body, but was instantly ejected by the churning resentment!
It was a pure and extremely sinister resentment, and as soon as it touched it, the screams of thousands of ghosts sounded in the ears.
This is the grievances and grievances accumulated by the common people in the world, in the midst of war and famine for three hundred years, under grief and despair.
Gathering sand can form a tower, gathering armpits can form a fur, once the grievances of all living beings gather together, it is the force that makes the whole world turbulent.
As that Mr. Chen said... Once such grievances are scattered in the mortal world, it will be the beginning of a chaotic world where demons are rampant.
At that time, Lin Shu was still thinking, the great witch was dead, and Xiao Xuan didn't seem to like fighting very much. He thought, what will Ling Fengxiao do.
Most likely, he first negotiated peace with Beixia, then began to set up the war, and finally strategized, invincible and famous in history.
But Ling Fengxiao did not do this.
He took the initiative to melt the core of that resentment into his body.
Lin Shu didn't know what the consequences would be.
Will he go crazy and lose his mind, or will he be manipulated by resentment and become another great witch
He couldn't do anything but stretched out his right hand and gently brushed away the slightly sweaty hair on Ling Fengxiao's forehead.
There was a drop of blood-red tears in the corner of Ling Fengxiao's eyes, slowly sliding down.
He stretched out his hand and slowly wiped it away, the bright and beautiful blood coming from the corner of his eyes, fainted on Ling Fengxiao's slightly pale cheeks, the color was shocking.
The surrounding blood mist seemed to be thicker again. These ominous mists contained obvious malice, and slowly circled and reverberated around them, forming a blood-red vortex.
A cold hand gripped his right wrist.
He heard Ling Fengxiao's voice whispering in his ear: "Baby, I hurt so much."
Lin Shu hugged him and patted his back lightly.
Ling Fengxiao hugged him tightly and buried her face on his shoulders.
His whole body was shaking slightly.
Lin Shu knew that only a person would have such a reaction when he was enduring extreme pain.
All the grievances between heaven and earth are eroding his body, mind, and even his entire soul.
It's not something that one person can bear, and it's not something that a single person should bear.
No one asked Ling Fengxiao to do this, and no one would blame Ling Fengxiao for not doing it—he could have not done it.
But at the same time, Lin Shu was soberly aware that this was what Ling Fengxiao would do.
If killing one person can save ten people, and killing ten thousand people can save 100,000 people, those who are monarchs must kill them decisively.
But what if he had to sacrifice himself in order to save those ten people, one hundred thousand people, one million people
To say that he receives the filth of the country is to say that he is the master of the mill, receiving the ominous state of the country, that he is the king of the world, but...
Lin Shu was thinking about something in his heart, and gently stroked Ling Fengxiao's long hair that was scattered. By chance, in a blink of an eye, he saw that most of his shoulders had been covered with blood.
Tears of blood are flowing endlessly. Is it Ling Fengxiao crying, or is the world crying in despair
He remembered how Ling Fengxiao used to comfort him, and he also learned that, and said to Ling Fengxiao, "Don't cry."
Ling Fengxiao reciprocated by biting his shoulder.
Lin Shu: "…"
Fine.
He continued to smooth things over to Ling Fengxiao.
Following along, I remembered that in the Land of Elysium, when I blocked the knife to Ling Fengxiao, I suddenly used the eighth style of "Sauvignon Blanc", "My Life".
In Jiange, after he realized the seventh style "One Leaf Lonely Boat", the eighth style no longer entered, and when he used it, he realized that this trick has a tricky condition.
This is not a completely offensive move, nor is it completely defensive, and it is not about attacking as defense. Even when it is used, there will be many flaws in the body, and when facing a strong enemy, it is very likely to be seriously injured.
This move is not a perfect move.
But there is one place that is perfect.
behind.
The person who resorted to this trick was absolutely safe behind him.
Therefore, the meaning of this move is not to attack, nor to defend, but to protect the things behind, or the people behind.
Only in this case can this trick be used.
An emotionless sword cultivator who cultivates "Sauvignon Blanc" should have no one or something to protect.
But if this person is Ling Fengxiao, he can still do it.
Even Sauvignon Blanc allowed it.
Lin Shu was somewhat relieved, and Shun Mao's movements were much lighter.
The little phoenix is still cute.
I don't know how long it took, but the blood mist around me was still as thick, but the sharp maliciousness gradually faded.
At the same time, these blood mists slowly poured into Ling Fengxiao's body.
The endless blood mist surrounds his body like layers of red lotuses, and it seems to be an icy flame.
Lin Shu saw that his body was gradually blurring in his arms, as if something was changing inside, and after a while, it changed back, clearly disappearing, as if it was no longer something that should exist in the world.
The flames of hell licked, and the color in front of him gradually became intense. He found that he could no longer see Ling Fengxiao's appearance, and could only see a blur of blood mist.
He thought, it could be whatever it was.
In the void entered through the Two-faced Buddha, the two of them became two light spots, and they could also circle around each other, and they had a good time.
As long as it is still Ling Fengxiao.
As long as that little phoenix can come back.
He felt that his heartbeat was gradually accelerating, and he could hear it clearly in the dimness.
"Ling Fengxiao," he heard his own voice, "Ling Fengxiao, Xiao Shao..."
He called the man's name over and over.
While shouting constantly, I thought, don't get lost.
His voice was not loud and he didn't exert much force, but in the end, his voice was still a little hoarse.
The blood mist was decreasing, and he clearly saw this trend.
On the stars in the sky, that fierce blood-red light is also gradually weakening.
And the blood that disappeared, all merged into Ling Fengxiao.
The world in front of Lin Shu became clearer.
Now he is not in the posture of holding the slender waist of Danzhu girl.
It was being held by some unknown creature.
The unknown creature seemed to have Xiao Shao's face.
Lin Shu indifferently stretched out his hand and poked it. It was human skin, and the temperature also rose a little.
The world in front of me is a little clearer.
He was like someone watching the phoenix nirvana, eager to know whether this nirvana was successful, whether it produced a phoenix or a roast chicken.
So he rubbed his eyes.
Before rubbing twice, the wrist was pressed.
Lin Shu raised his head and met Xiao Shao's eyes.
The vision that was overstimulated by the blood color slowly returned to normal.
He saw a pair of black eyes.
The shape is still the good-looking one, but it is dull and lackluster.
He saw Xiao Shao at this time, dressed in a gorgeous black robe, with deep blood flowing in the dark lines of the clothes, and a sword of guilt around his waist, still the appearance of evil spirits.
The red lotus karmic fire behind him, the sea of blood is boundless, reflecting the bloodstains that have not faded from the corners of his eyes.
At this moment, if someone told Lin Shu that he was not in the human world, but in the Hell of Shura, or the Yellow Spring in the underworld, Lin Shu would also believe it.
After all, he is now being held by such a monster who doesn't know if he is human or not, and then he is forced to raise his face and look at him.
Xiao Shao's face, no matter how many times he has seen it, his aesthetics will be washed away, not to mention the atmosphere at the moment is gloomy and strange, with a unique flavor.
Lin Shu: "Xiao Shao?"
He then saw Xiao Shao's slightly bewildered expression, as if recalling something, before answering after a while, "It's me."
The texture of the sound is like spirits, and the spirits are mixed with ice cubes, and the texture is cool and cold.
After answering, he half-closed his eyes, frowned slightly, and seemed to be reluctant.
Lin Shu cared: "Does it still hurt?"
Xiao Shao shook his head.
Lin Shu saw the paranoia and indifference in his expression, which was different from the past, and couldn't rest assured: "Are you... alright?"
Xiao Shao said: "Many people are crying."
Lin Shu: "Huh?"
The cry in the sea of blood had subsided for some time, and he could not hear it now.
Xiao Shao's fingertips wandered slowly across his face, tracing the outline and saying, "In my soul."
Lin Shu was a little itchy by his description, and turned his head to the side, but somehow managed to recruit Xiao Shao.
Xiao Shao forced his face back, asked him to look into his eyes, and then said, "It will be better when I'm close to you."
As he said that, he continued to touch his face, pressed his fingertips to his lips, and then lowered his head and kissed him expressionlessly.
This person is a little perverted, and I am afraid that he has lost his humanity, Lin Shu realized.
He was afraid of Xiao Shao's sanity and asked, "Do you still remember me?"
"Remember." Xiao Shao said lightly: "Baby... Call me, I just came back."
Appears to be awake.
And he will also call "baby" to prove that it is still Xiao Shao, not some other strange thing.
Lin Shu felt relieved.
At this time, the blood mist faded at a speed many times faster than before, and the stars in the sky almost returned to normal.
At the same time, Xiao Shao's vague aura slowly rose.
When everything returned to normal, there were faint voices outside, and many Beixia wizards were coming here.
Lin Shu naturally knew that they had just fought with the great witch, and there was a very big movement. The wizards must have noticed. Because of the barrier of the sea of blood, they could not enter before, but now they can enter.
Ye Changmeng had a lot of dreams, and when he saw that Xiao Shao had nothing to say, he did not ask for advice, and took the person back to Qingming Cave.
I greeted my brother and went back to the room.
The devil's bedroom was naturally reserved for the devil, and the two of them lived in a separate guest room in the cave.
As soon as the door was closed, Lin Shu had an ominous premonition, as if he was locked by something invisible.
His whole body was a little frizzy, and he turned to look at Xiao Shao.
Xiao Shao was looking at him.
"Are you... alright?" Lin Shu asked again.
Xiao Shao: "It's okay."
Lin Shu: "...Would you like some hot water?"
Xiao Shao looked at him with a little doubt in his eyes, then shook his head: "No need."
Lin Shu had a lot to ask, but for a while, he didn't know where to start.
He thought about it again and again, and picked and choose among these many questions, and finally came up with a more representative one - are you still human
Unexpectedly, just as he opened his mouth to ask, he was pushed onto the bed by this person.
Xiao Shao was condescending and expressionless, but he was still obsessed with touching his face bit by bit.
From the forehead, to the cheeks, to the corners of the lips.
"You..." Lin Shu just said a word, and there was no way to speak.
Because Xiao Shao's fingertips separated his lips, and because he was unprepared for a while, he had passed through his lips and teeth, went in a lot, and touched the tip of his tongue.
Xiao Shao looked at him with deep eyes, and then added another finger in.
Lin Shu had something to ask, so he tried to push the two fingers out, but no matter how he acted, it seemed like he took the initiative to lick and bite the two slender fingers.
He watched Xiao Shao's eyes become more and more wrong, and his heart gradually panicked.
Xiao Shao leaned down and put his other hand on his shoulder.
"Xianjun," Lin Shu heard Xiao Shao say slowly in a slightly hoarse voice, "You are so clean."
Lin Shu stopped asking.
He should have known the answer long ago.
Xiao Shao was never alone.