Quickly wear the heartthrob: Peach Blossom Beauty Fululai

Thinking of this tragic scene, Shen Qingjiao shuddered in the warm room.

She quickly put her hands on the man's hard chest, her expression firm, "Brother, you have to believe me, I won't run away."

He Yixuan's voice was cold and ruthless, "I don't believe it."

Facing He Yixuan's questioning, Shen Qingjiao thought for a moment, raised three fingers, and said solemnly,

"I swear on my sister's life that if I run away secretly, my sister will be torn into pieces by you!"

He Yixuan's expression softened a little. The fact that she dared to swear on the lives of her relatives showed that she was serious.

If she dared to run away, he would kill her sister in front of her with his own hands.

The system rolled on the ground with laughter. "Hahaha, your sister wanted to kill you, so you swore on her life. You are indeed a vengeful woman."

Shen Qingjiao's lips curved, "Really?"

The system threw a wink at her, "Why not?"

Shen Qingjiao's voice was very calm, but chilling. "If I really hold a grudge, you would be my number one enemy. After all, it is because of you that I am here and have angered Immortal Lord Ling Xiao."

Hearing this, the system shuddered.

It quickly hid in the corner, trying its best to reduce its presence.

Jiji, can't this be forgotten? A vindictive and petty woman!

Shen Qingjiao was too lazy to pay attention to it. She asked He Yixuan to borrow a dagger and lightly scratched her slender wrist. A cold light flashed and blood flowed out instantly.

Shen Qingjiao rolled up her sleeves, revealing her white wrists, and said with a fearless look, "Come on, you're welcome."

To save my life, losing a little blood means nothing.

After she leaves, she must take good care of her body and drink more blood-replenishing soups such as Eight Treasures Black Chicken Soup, Astragalus Eel Soup, Angelica Ginger Lamb Soup, etc. to make up for what she has lost.

"it is good."

He Yixuan was about to lower his head when he suddenly thought of something.

Bending down to suck the blood from the woman's hand, this behavior was too intimate and he was not used to it.

He couldn't help but feel a little hesitant. Should he use other methods to get blood?

For example, he would let the woman drip her blood into a jade bowl, and then he would drink the blood in the bowl.

Just as he was thinking about it, his heart suddenly contracted violently, his face turned pale, and cold sweat instantly covered his forehead.

It's the toxins in the body that are acting up again.

The scene before my eyes was hazy, as if covered by a layer of white mist.

"What's wrong with you?" Shen Qingjiao looked at the man in front of her in surprise. He seemed to be in pain.

The blurred vision makes the man's sense of smell particularly sensitive.

He smelled a good smell.

With a gentle sniff, the pain seemed to be relieved a little.

He Yixuan bit the tip of his tongue, and the intense pain allowed him to barely stay awake for a moment.

Listening carefully, the smell seemed to come from the slender wrist in front of me with a white blush.

His pupils shrank slightly, and he grabbed the life-saving straw as fast as lightning, lowered his head, and sucked hard.

His expression is focused and serious, like a devout believer blaspheming the holy god in his heart, full of a sense of taboo.

The blood went down his throat, fragrant as flower dew, repairing the damaged tendons and veins, and even alleviating a lot of the sharp pain.

He unconsciously grasped Shen Qingjiao's slender wrist, leaving gorgeous red marks on her snow-white skin, like a camellia blooming in the snow, enchanting and beautiful.

He Yixuan sucked greedily, like an unaware of hunger, wanting to suck all the blood of his prey.

The masculine hot breath sprayed on the woman's tender skin, touching her sensitive nerves.

“No… that’s enough…”

Shen Qingjiao's eyes were moist, her body was tense, and she couldn't help but whimpering softly, letting out a suppressed moan from her throat.

If she let him suck her endlessly, she would soon become a shriveled corpse.

In order to save her life, she struggled desperately, pushing him, kicking him, hitting him and beating him.

But this amount of force was just like a tickle to Immortal Lord Lingxiao, and did not cause any harm at all.

Shen Qingjiao was almost in despair.

She hadn't completed her mission yet, how could she die like this?

The dizziness caused by excessive blood loss made it almost impossible for her to stay awake. When she was in a daze, the man finally let go of her mouth reluctantly.

The wound was still bleeding. The man sighed, then lowered his head and gently licked her wound.

A numb feeling like an electric shock surged over her, spreading from her wrist to her whole body. Her delicate body trembled and she almost couldn't stand. Fortunately, the man hugged her slender waist in time.

Shen Qingjiao felt so aggrieved. She half leaned in the man's arms, her eyes red as she silently accused the man in front of her of his brutality.

The effect of the medicine flowed throughout his body, the pain subsided, and He Yixuan's consciousness gradually returned.

When he felt the soft touch of the big hand, he quickly let go as if he was burned by fire.

He looked up and met Shen Qingjiao's angry eyes. He touched his nose, feeling a little embarrassed.

He lost control.

After thinking for a while, he took out a jade bottle from his storage ring and put it in her hand, with a rare hint of tenderness in his tone.

"It contains blood-replenishing pills. You will feel better after taking them."

Shen Qingjiao pouted and said angrily, "The Immortal Lord is so annoying!"

Just now, if she hadn't struggled desperately, this man might have sucked all her blood and turned her into a mummy.

He Yixuan was silent.

Would she believe him if he said he hadn't planned to do that?

Although he was feeling depressed, the strength in his body was rising at an astonishing speed.

There was a crackling sound.

The surging force broke through the last shackles like a whirlwind.

He Yixuan frowned slightly, but he soon figured out the reason.

Because he had been poisoned for a long time, his cultivation had been stagnant at the Nascent Soul stage and he was unable to advance.

The blood containing the essence of precious medicine transformed some of the toxins in his body into spiritual power, allowing him to successfully break through the barriers and successfully enter the out-of-body stage!

"Rumble—"

A thunder roared in the night sky, breaking the silence!

He Yixuan suddenly looked up.

In the sky, the dark clouds seemed to be pulled together at a very fast speed, and in the layers of black clouds, flashes of lightning rolled and flashed.

He Yixuan narrowed his eyes slightly, the heavenly calamity was coming.

Just as he was about to fly up to meet the calamity, a slender wrist beside him suddenly grabbed his collar.

"Come on, Immortal Lord."

Shen Qingjiao raised her head slightly and looked at him, her watery eyes filled with worry.

Even though she had not experienced a heavenly tribulation herself, she had read many fantasy novels and knew clearly that thunder tribulations were dangerous and that those who endured them were often in danger of death.

He Yixuan was a little stunned.

Although he didn't understand what "come on" meant, she looked worried and must be concerned about him.

It seems that this little girl really likes him.

He thought that those sweet words she had just said were just made up by her in a hurry.

Unfortunately, although he didn't hate her, he didn't have any romantic feelings for her.

The secret guards outside the door looked at the terrifying might outside the house. The Immortal Lord was still not coming, and they were worried that something had happened to him. They hurriedly shouted, "Your Majesty, are you okay?"

As they were talking, they were about to break into the house.

He Yixuan moved his mind, and the door slammed shut, instantly blocking the secret guard outside the house.

He first responded calmly and told the secret guard, "Nothing."

Then he found a cloak from the storage ring and tied it around Shen Qingjiao himself to cover up her curvaceous figure that was exposed due to her wet body.

After doing all this, he flew out of the house, sat cross-legged in the middle of the courtyard, waiting for the heavenly calamity to come.

Looking at the man not far away, Shen Qingjiao subconsciously pulled her cloak closer, her face slightly flushed.

The cloak is thick and warm, and the refreshing masculine scent like pine needles lingers all over the body.

"boom-"

Under the dark night, a purple bolt of lightning struck down.

He Yixuan's hands changed rapidly, and golden marks continuously floated out from his hands, transforming into a protective shield to resist the thunder.

After the first thunder disappeared, the second thunder came one after another.

He Yixuan closed his eyes and formed seals even faster.

The third time, three bolts of thunder fell from the sky simultaneously, containing endless destructive power.

After enduring these three thunder tribulations, a trace of blood flowed from the corner of He Yixuan's mouth.

Shen Qingjiao couldn't bear it.

Please God, have mercy on him and don't kill him.

She couldn't help but take two steps forward and pray to God, but she didn't notice that a purple electric current was crawling through the crack on the ground.

By the time she realized something was wrong, it was too late to dodge.