A sharp tingling sensation came from the wound, and two sharp snake teeth pierced the thin and fragile skin on the side of Feng Ci's neck.
The tossing and tossing just now made a mess of the house that had been cleaned up by Fengci.
The censer fell to pieces on the ground, the incense ash was blown everywhere, and even the gauze hanging around the jade bed was half down, trying to cover up the two hugging people on the jade bed.
Messy and quiet, only a faint smell of blood spread in the air.
The feeling of blood gushing out was extremely clear, and Pei Qianyue held Feng Ci with one hand, relying on the difference in body shape, he hugged him into his arms. He stretched out his free hand and landed on the opponent's shoulder, but he didn't use any force to push him away.
Of course he can be pushed away.
Not to mention that Pei Qianyue's consciousness is chaotic at this time, even if he is awake, he may not be Feng Ci's opponent.
But Feng Ci didn't do that.
Perhaps because of the dizziness caused by blood loss, the tingling pain on the side of the neck gradually became numb, replaced by another subtle experience that I hadn't seen for a long time.
Blood, hatred, pain...
These once made Feng Ci extremely hate and loathe, so loathed that he didn't want to think about them, so loathed that he didn't hesitate to escape from this world.
But he has to admit that only these things can make him feel that he is truly alive.
Just like this moment.
Really hurting, really...existing.
Suddenly there was the sound of messy footsteps in the distance, pulling Feng Ci out of this almost bewildered mood. He woke up and immediately realized who it was.
It's Xiao Que.
"Lu... Junior Brother Lu, you—"
Feng Ci was hugged firmly by Pei Qianyue, unable to see clearly what was going on outside. But from Xiao Que's voice, the usually gentle young man could no longer maintain his superficial calm, even his tone became flustered.
He hurriedly took a few steps in the direction of the jade bed, Pei Qianyue's body tensed suddenly, and his fangs stuck into Feng Ci's neck even harder.
"Hiss..."
The already almost numb pain suddenly became very clear, Feng Ci gasped, and hurriedly shouted: "Senior Brother Xiao, don't come over here!"
The sachet was still tied around the young man's waist, so Pei Qianyue naturally felt uncomfortable after getting close.
When he was not feeling well, it was Feng Ci who tossed about.
Xiao stopped.
Feng Ci closed his eyes, and raised his free hand again, gently placing it on the back of Pei Qianyue's head. He maintained this embracing posture, and a little bit of spiritual power glowed in his palm, sinking into Pei Qianyue's body.
The Sea of Consciousness is like the surface of the sea with rough waves, where the sky is covered by thick black mist. But a ray of sunlight suddenly pierced through the black mist, illuminating the world.
Wherever the light went, the mist dissipated and the waves calmed down.
In the depths of the Sea of Consciousness, the restless Black Snake also calmed down. It raised its head high, and a pair of gray eyes greeted the light, as if it had found the long-lost bright colors.
The light seemed to turn into a pair of warm hands, stroking it gently.
The black snake curled up in the light and soon fell asleep.
Feng Ci opened his eyes.
The force that restrained him loosened, and with Feng Ci's light push, Pei Qianyue tilted to the side and fell on the bed.
Has fallen asleep again.
The snake scales on his face had completely faded, his eyelashes trembled slightly, and his eyes were slightly closed. Feng Ci helped him to lie down on the jade bed, took the black silk that had fallen to the side, and helped him retie it.
After doing this, Feng Ci straightened up, but Xiao Que stepped forward.
He found a piece of handkerchief from nowhere and handed it to Feng Ci. Feng Ci was stunned for a moment, unable to react for a while, Xiao Que pointed to his neck again: "Your injury..."
Feng Ci raised his hand to touch it, and it really felt wet.
As soon as Pei Qianyue let go, blood gushed out from the side of Feng Ci's neck, and a small piece of his collar was already stained red in just this moment.
It looked really scary.
"It's okay, a small injury." Feng Ci smiled nonchalantly, didn't pick up the veil, just stroked the wound casually with the palm of his hand, and the bleeding wound healed instantly.
Xiao Que: "..."
The blood is almost drained, and there are still minor injuries.
He shoved the veil into Feng Ci's hand, turned around and walked to the bedside to check Pei Qianyue's pulse.
Feng Ci had just lost a lot of blood and consumed a lot of spiritual power, so he felt a little tired now.
He didn't bother to care about the mess, so he just sat on the floor with his back against the jade bed: "Don't worry, his sea of consciousness has calmed down, and his consciousness has also fallen into a deep sleep. He will wake up when he completely suppresses his demon heart."
Xiao Que glanced at him, and said hesitantly, "You... you already know."
Feng Ci laughed.
He was almost sucked dry by Pei Qianyue as a ration, how could he not know anything
But Feng Ci didn't say anything, and picked up the handkerchief Xiao Que had given him to wipe the blood on his neck. Xiao, however, finished examining Pei Qianyue's pulse and didn't say a word, just stood quietly beside the bed.
Feng Ci said, "If you have any questions, just ask."
Xiao was silent for a while, as if he was thinking. After a while, he slowly asked: "The Anshen incense has not been used up yet, why did the city lord suddenly wake up?"
It was difficult for Feng Ci to answer the first question.
Why did he wake up, Feng Ci also wanted to know.
According to common sense, since he has fallen into a deep sleep, he will not be easily awakened by external objects. Feng Ci also didn't think that the blood of the ordinary cultivation disciple he was living in now would have such a powerful effect.
But Pei Qianyue showed great interest in his blood.
There is only one possibility.
Pei Qianyue felt...his aura that melted deep in the young man's blood.
But this explanation is also very strange.
After all, this is not Feng Ci's own physical body, even though there is a bit of Feng Ci's spiritual power in his body now because of the sojourn of his soul, it is not so easy to perceive it.
What's more, Feng Ci has been deliberately hiding his breath.
How much breath can there be in a drop of blood, as for turning the sea of consciousness upside down
For a while, Feng Ci didn't know whether his little black snake liked him or really hated him to the bone.
... probably should still hate.
Otherwise, he would not follow his instinct and almost sucked his blood dry.
Feng Ci tilted his head to look at Pei Qianyue who was still asleep, and suddenly felt melancholy again.
He lost his mind for a moment, only to notice that Xiao Que was still waiting for his answer. Feng Ci cleared his throat, and said, "I don't know either. I was outside with him just now, but I accidentally cut my hand, and his consciousness suddenly woke up. I chased him in, and then... You see arrive."
He concealed his guess, but did not hide the others.
Feng Ci doesn't like to lie and deceive people, not to mention that there is no need to deceive people.
Xiao Que frowned: "But the city lord has never been bloodthirsty before."
Feng Ci: "Really? That's strange."
"It's really strange. When you fall into a slumber, you usually won't be awakened by external objects, unless your spiritual consciousness perceives something that makes you feel agitated..." Xiao Que paused, and then concluded, "He probably likes you very much."
"Ahem..."
Feng Ci was still listening to his analysis carefully, but at the end he choked up. He pointed at Pei Qianyue, unbelievable: "Is it the kind of love that almost killed me?"
Xiao didn't answer.
Feng Ci withdrew his gaze and continued to wipe the blood off his body.
There was a long silence in the secret room, and after a while, Xiao Que asked a second question: "Who are you?"
Feng Ci paused.
After getting along these days, Xiao's attitude towards Feng Ci has always been the same as he said on the first day, not saying what should not be said, not asking what should not be asked, this is the first time he has crossed this bottom line.
He even directly questioned Feng Ci's identity.
To the point, he was indeed the person Pei Qianyue stayed by his side.
"If you want to calm the sea of consciousness of a cultivator, you need to cultivate a level much higher than that. What's more, the sea of consciousness of the city lord is on the verge of losing control. Even if the head of the six sects comes in person, it may not be possible to do it in such a short period of time." Xiao But looking at Feng Ci, his voice was gentle but firm, "Who are you?"
Feng Ci asked back, "Who do you think I am?"
Xiao didn't answer.
He gazed at Feng Ci for a moment, until Feng Ci felt that he should have an answer in his heart.
But Xiao just shook his head: "I don't know."
Xiao Que: "...but with your cultivation, you should never be an ordinary disciple of the immortal sect."
Feng Ci didn't rush to answer.
At his feet were scattered incense burner soot, Feng Ci picked up a little, and played with his fingertips: "The spices you made use several kinds of herbs unique to southern Xinjiang, you should not be just an ordinary disciple of Langfeng City Bar?"
But Xiao didn't hide it: "I was born in the Valley of Witch Doctors."
The Witch Doctor Valley is located in the south of the Five Ridges, and has studied the art of medicine and poison for generations. The disciples of the school are not only medical masters, but also poison experts. However, due to its remote location, the Witch Doctor Valley faded out of the sight of the major fairy sects very early on, and the descendants of the Witch Doctor Valley rarely set foot in the Central Plains.
If it weren't for the establishment of the six sects, many new disciples would not even know this name.
"Back when I left the valley for some reason, the city lord saved my life, so I voluntarily stayed by his side to serve." Xiao Que said calmly, "Now I am just a disciple of Langfeng City."
Feng Ci didn't doubt his words.
There is a leader like Pei Qianyue who has an unstable temperament and should get sick from time to time, but Xiao can still stick by his side for so long, this loyalty is self-evident.
Feng Ci said again: "Then you should be able to see that I have no hostility towards your city lord."
Xiao Que nodded: "I know."
From the fact that the city lord's consciousness is willing to approach this person, it shows that this person has no malice towards the city lord. As long as this person has a little bad intentions, there are countless opportunities to attack him in the past few days. Why is it that today, he almost died here, and spent spiritual power to save him.
"Isn't that enough?" Feng Ci said, "You just need to know that I didn't have any intentions in approaching him. As for the others, that's not important at all."
Feng Ci paused, and smiled at him: "...I am just an ordinary Langfeng City disciple now."
Xiao fell silent.
After a while, he replied: "I understand."
Feng Ci felt that he had regained some strength, stood up while supporting the edge of the jade bed, and remembered something again: "Will he still remember these things after he wakes up?"
"Not sure." Xiao Que said, "The City Master's sea of consciousness is still very unstable. After waking up, it is very likely that his memory will be confused, and it is even more likely that he will forget all of these."
Just as Feng Ci was relieved, he heard Xiao Que say again: "If he forgets, I will tell him."
Feng Ci: "..."
Do you really want Pei Qianyue to know that during his coma, he kissed, rubbed and took advantage of an outer disciple, and almost sucked his blood dry
Moreover, if Pei Qianyue really knew this, wouldn't his identity be exposed
Feng Ci doesn't believe that Pei Qianyue's brain can't figure out the causal relationship.
"That..." Feng Ci said with deliberation, "I think this matter, if the city lord knows..."
Xiao interrupted him: "The city owner should know."
It was rare for the young man to be extremely stubborn in this matter, and Feng Ci said whatever he said, but none of them could shake the other party's determination.
"Then don't rush to say it's okay." Feng Ci negotiated with him, "Give me at least ten days."
Ten days was enough for him to try out Pei Qianyue's attitude towards him.
Xiao Que: "Five days."
Feng Ci: "... eight days."
Xiao Que: "Three days."
Feng Ci: "...five days."
Xiao Que pondered for a moment, before the "one" in his mouth could be said, Feng Ci quickly interrupted: "Okay, three days, just three days!"
Xiao Que withdrew his gaze, and Feng Ci saw a flashing smile in his eyes.
... He really deserves to be raised by Pei Qianyue.
Feng Ci was too lazy to argue with him any more, so he smiled slightly, turned and left.
He really couldn't bear the smell of blood all over his body, so he planned to find a place to change clothes.
***
Lu Jingming's physical body and spiritual power are low, after today's trouble, even Feng Ci is rarely tired.
Therefore, he assumed that all of this was caused by Pei Qianyue, and occupied the bathing pool of the city lord in an upright manner. After bathing, he changed his clothes, returned to the main hall, and lay directly on the bed of the city lord.
The bed the city lord slept on was much more comfortable than those outside the outer door. The bed was big and soft enough for Feng Ci to roll back and forth on it several times.
With the moisture after bathing, he completely trapped himself in the soft mattress, so comfortable that he didn't even want to move a finger.
I fell asleep after a while.
…
The night sky was shrouded in black mist, and the stars and the moon could not be seen. In the dark woods, a tall figure came slowly.
Feng Ci was wearing a plain white robe, with streamers floating on the hem, making him seem to be walking from the light. He didn't wear shoes, and stepped on the soft snow with bare feet, leaving a string of footprints.
The ancient and distant voice echoed in his ears.
"It's your destiny, it's your mission, and it's also the price you have to pay."
"You have to get it done, no matter what."
"...Only you can."
He seemed to have walked for a long time, or maybe it was only for a moment, Feng Ci stopped in front of a lake. Suddenly there was a gust of wind blowing from the lake, blowing his clothes flying.
The moonlight broke through the clouds, illuminating the woods and the reflection of the youth on the lake.
Qingjun, icy cold, not stained with dust.
— That's what Feng Ci really looks like.
The handsome young man looked at his own reflection, the corners of his lips seemed to twitch, but his eyes were neither sad nor happy.
Then, he heard his own voice speak.
He said, "Got it, Father."
…
Feng Ci opened his eyes.
He has not had a dream for a long time.
In fact, at his level of cultivation, it is rare for him to take the initiative to dream, unless someone entrusts him with a dream.
Therefore, every time Feng Ci dreams, there will be basically no good things.
For example, the last time Tiandao entrusted him with a dream, he saw the world that was about to be destroyed in the near future, so he had to come back to clean up the mess.
As for this time...
Feng Ci hugged the quilt and recalled the content of the dream just now, and frowned slightly.
God and God chatter, do not speak human words.
… forget it.
Anyway, if it was really an important sign that Tiandao wanted to give him, but he failed to comprehend it in time, Father Tiandao would give him a second reminder.
Very personal.
Feng Ci yawned, decided to ignore it, turned over and sat up.
...and then met a cold and handsome face.
The light in the hall was very dim. Pei Qianyue was wearing a black robe that almost melted into the darkness, with his head slightly lowered, his eyes covered with black silk, and his expression could not be seen clearly.
He just sat quietly on the head of Feng Ci's bed for an unknown how long.
I have to say, it was kind of scary.