There's something wrong with the general.

It took Wen Yuxi a long time to regain consciousness.

Want him?

"Boom boom boom" the heartbeat sounds like a drum.

Brother, what does he mean?

Before, when his senior brother gave him spiritual energy, it was just a light touch, and his lips touched before leaving.

But this time, it was a solid kiss.

Wen Yuxi couldn't help but tremble when he thought of his senior brother's expression as if he wanted to eat him up.

He couldn't help but licked his lips, but he hissed.

It hurts.

I'm afraid my lips are swollen.

Wen Yuxi was so upset that he almost couldn't even cry. How could he face people? He had to return Xiao Hei later.

She couldn't help but raise her eyes and glare at Zhiming, but this glance seemed to carry a hint of charm in that person's eyes.

It made his eyes look even deeper.

Wen Yuxi's heart skipped a beat. She didn't dare to look him in the eye, so she gritted her teeth and said angrily, "What do you mean, Senior Brother?"

Zhiming put his lips to his ear and whispered, "What do you think, Junior Brother?"

His voice was low and hoarse, with a long tail, which made Wen Yuxi's heart tremble.

The hot air beside his ears sprayed on his earlobe, and Wen Yuxi's face and ears turned red again.

He was so angry that he thought this person was playing a trick on him.

She held her hands at her sides, desperately trying to break free from his grasp.

Zhiming held his waist tightly, pressed his forehead against his, and looked deeply into Wen Yuxi's eyes with his dark eyes.

"Junior brother, I like you."

Wen Yuxi's whole body trembled, her peach blossom eyes suddenly widened, and her hands hanging by her side gradually clenched.

Is he serious?

Although his senior brother had been very kind to him before, he had always behaved well.

He had never thought in that direction.

But when he heard this, a sweet feeling suddenly arose in his heart, and all his previous bad assumptions collapsed.

Panic comes late.

Wen Yuxi was held in his arms, with no way out.

She blinked nervously, but didn't dare look at him.

Zhiming, however, was like a confident hunter, pressing forward step by step, determined to win.

He whispered: "You already know my feelings, what about my junior brother..."

"Boom boom boom" my heart is about to beat out of my chest.

He nervously grasped Zhiming's clothes with both hands, gradually tightening them.

A red cloud suddenly appeared on her face, and her cheeks were rosy as if they were painted with rouge.

The curled eyelashes trembled in panic and the eyes were erratic.

The two kissed red lips were like bright and juicy fruits, waiting to be picked and tasted.

It must taste sweet and soft...

"I...I don't know."

Wen Yuxi wanted to cry but had no tears. She grabbed his clothes with her fingers and tightened them in annoyance. Her fingertips sank into the thin clothes and she could feel the thriving and strong muscles there.

He was stunned and quickly withdrew his hands as if they were burning.

How did things turn out like this?!

You're clearly asking about cultivation issues!

Wen Yuxi was extremely annoyed. He felt so rude and brought up the matter of whether to get married or not!

Just when Wen Yuxi was thinking about how to escape.

Zhiming suddenly let him go.

His body suddenly relaxed, the coldness left, and Wen Yuxi's body suddenly stiffened.

A strange sense of loss welled up in my heart.

The heat from my cheeks, earlobes, and body slowly faded, and my eyes felt sore.

A low and hoarse voice came from my ear: "Junior brother, are you willing to let me transfer spiritual power to you now..."

what did he say?

Wen Yuxi suddenly looked up at him.

Zhiming was staring at him, his eyes clear and gentle, as if the previous madness and paranoia were just an illusion.

Wen Yuxi looked at him hesitantly, not knowing which face was the real him.

He couldn't figure out why she wanted to transfer her spiritual power to him because she liked him.

Or she said she liked him because she wanted to transfer spiritual power to him.

Wen Yuxi convinced himself, yes, this is very good, the relationship between brothers and sisters will be very solid, stronger than anything else.

But why did he still feel sad in his heart?

Finally, Wen Yuxi nodded.

Never mind, let’s take it one step at a time!

Zhiming naturally took his hand and said, "Let's go."

As she spoke, she pulled him into the house, but after just two steps, Wen Yuxi stood stiffly where he was, motionless.

There was no expression of joy or anger on his face, and Zhiming held his fingers stiffly in his palm. He noticed that he was still the same as usual, as if nothing had happened.

With mixed feelings in his heart, he whispered, "Brother, let's do it another day. I have something else to do, so I'll go back first."

Zhiming, however, considerately let go of his hand and stood with him without saying a word.

Wen Yuxi felt depressed.

The two met for the first time. He wanted to leave, but he didn't try to keep him. However, he knew that his senior brother was always so considerate and would not force him.

His fingers trembled slightly and curled up, then he said: "Then I'll be leaving. Take care, brother."

Zhiming still didn't say anything after hearing this. Footsteps moved in the room. Wen Yuxi lowered her head, thinking that he was going back to the house.

My heart suddenly felt bitter, and the passionate feelings he had just revealed gradually dissipated.

Wen Yuxi blinked, turned around and walked out the door.

With a creak, the door closed.

Wen Yuxi stared at him blankly, thinking that he had entered the house, but he had bolted the door and set up a ban.

The room suddenly became dark.

Wen Yuxi's heart skipped a beat, unsure of what he meant: "Senior Brother... what are you doing?"

Zhiming walked forward a few steps and stopped in front of him.

Both of them could see in the dark, and Zhiming easily grabbed his wrist and pulled him into the house.

Brother, what does he mean?

Wen Yuxi struggled, unwilling to do as he wished.

Zhiming sighed softly: "Junior brother, your health can't be delayed any longer."

Wen Yuxi's eyes suddenly filled with tears when she heard this: "Is there no other way?"

"Have."

Wen Yuxi was stunned: "What method?"

Zhiming chuckled softly: "In the middle of every month, Junior Brother, you must drink half a bowl of my blood."

He is kidding.

Wen Yuxi looked at him in shock, broke free from his hand, and said in disbelief: "Brother, what are you talking about?"

Zhiming seemed not to notice his expression. He stared at him and said to himself, "My blood can nourish the water spirit roots in your body. Once a month is enough."

Wen Yuxi shook his head painfully.

How could he bear to see his senior brother do this to him?

Zhiming smiled and raised his hand. His slender fingers wiped away the tears from the corners of his eyes and he said slowly, "If you don't want to, you can give up your spiritual power once a month. You must choose one of these two."

Wen Yuxi smiled bitterly.

He didn't want to choose either.

Don't we still have the weapon spirit and the master? They will definitely find a way, they will!

Wen Yuxi took a deep breath and used a delaying tactic: "Brother, please let me think about it."

His long eyelashes trembled, and then he said, "I'll reply to you after I think it through, okay?"

Wen Yuxi raised her head and looked straight at Zhiming, her eyes full of desire.

If I let my senior brother input spiritual power once, I would probably become more dependent on him in this life.

But senior brother is a variable.

He couldn't put himself in a desperate situation.

I know that my senior brother is good to him, but can this kindness last forever?

He didn't know, and he was afraid of getting a negative answer.

"Okay." Zhiming said slowly.