After I was resurrected from the dead, I turned from an old man to a peerless beauty

【"Guzhu Lin, this is... the child that Senior Brother Chang left behind..."】

【"What is your name?"】

【"That... is still surnamed Chang, called... Xiaoqing."】

【“…”】

【"Guzhu Lin, your complexion is not right, but you are not feeling well? Well, I also know that this is true... If you don't like this name, just change it."】

【"It doesn't matter, since the child has already been named...so be it."】

……

Lin Mao recalled the scene when he first met Chang Xiaoqing many years ago.

In fact, it's not that he doesn't harbor resentment, but Shi Shichang's senior brother is dead, and knowing that there is still a trace of flesh and blood left behind by that person, no matter how painful his heart is, he still wants to see that child.

Chang Xiaoqing, who was brought to Lin Mao from the foot of the mountain, was as thin as a kitten. His messy hair and ill-fitting clothes proved that he had not been well taken care of, but when he looked up at Lin Mao, he had a different look. The calmness and indifference of children.It's like such a small child, but he already knew that he would not be treated kindly by others.

He looked so lonely and so proud, like a small, rebellious little beast.

Just like the person Lin Mao is familiar with.you

At that moment, the little beggar-like child overlapped with the romantic and suave Chang Qing.

So, so similar two people...

What kind of mood was it that kept that child behind, and pulled him into a handsome boy day after day?Time has passed, even Lin Mao is hard to tell clearly.

The only thing he knew was that after so many years, Chang Xiaoqing spent more time with him than Senior Brother Chang did.

Quiet, silent, docile Chang Xiaoqing.

No matter when and where, he will always be by his side.

Even though he never said it out loud, Lin Mao was always sure in his heart that Chang Xiaoqing would never leave him from the moment he and Xiaoqing depended on each other for life.

Lin Mao just didn't expect that he thought he would take the first step, but in the end...it was Chang Xiaoqing who took the first step.

Just like senior brother Chang, he died because of him at the best age.

"Xiaoqing, please don't scare Master..."

Lin Mao whispered hoarsely, feeling as if he had fallen into a heart-wrenching nightmare.

"He's dead."

Far away, Jia Ruo's voice came.

Lin Mao ignored him as usual.

The monk, who was so weak as if he was about to die in a second, stared blankly at Lin Mao holding the dead body in pain, his calm face was gradually stained with weird expressions - confusion, puzzlement, entanglement, jealousy, sadness... …

All kinds of emotions were mixed together, which made Jia Ruo a little ridiculous.

Ah, it turns out that Lin Mao likes that person so much.

Jia Ruo thought a little helplessly.

Apart from Lin Mao, he should have no desires, no desires, no joys and no sorrows, but at this moment, he felt a strange feeling in his body—empty, as if a piece of his heart had been dug out by a character, it hurts, but he couldn't find anything stuff to fill.

"That person is dead... I can accompany you in the future."

Jia Ruo continued to speak to Lin Mao in a low voice.

He was afraid that Lin Mao would not hear these words, so he dragged his body already covered with withered black spots, and crawled over to Lin Mao with great difficulty.

Tick-tick, the rotting juice flowed to the ground with his movements, forming a long stain.

"Lin Mao..."

Seeing that Jia Ruo was getting close to Lin Mao, he was about to speak, but Lin Mao suddenly raised his hand, and swung his palm in the air without thinking.

"boom--"

Jia Ruo's whole body was like a light and boneless kite, being lifted into the distance by an invisible force.

The strong smell of blood overflowed, mixed with the sweet scent of flowers.Jia Ruo was already seriously injured by Lin Mao, but now this palm made the situation even worse. When it landed on the ground, it rolled several times, and many withered vines, branches and leaves fell from his body.One side of his face hit the rocks on the ground, and thick black blood trickled down the eye sockets and the corners of his mouth.

Jia Ruo couldn't move anymore, but lay down on the ground with his head still facing Lin Mao.

"Go away!"

Lin Mao growled hoarsely.

He didn't look at Jia Ruo.

He should have killed Jia Ruo—if he was still a normal person, he should have done so.

Such a monster who killed Chang Xiaoqing, since Lin Mao is a master, should kill Jia Ruo to avenge Chang Xiaoqing.But between Lin Mao and Jia Ruo, there is another layer of unexplainable relationship. Even though his heart hurts so much, he still has no way to kill Jia Ruo.

Under the struggle, Lin Mao could only slap the monster far away with his palm, as if he could escape the opponent's control by doing so.

Lin Mao hated himself for not being able to kill Jia Ruo, but also hated the other party for taking Chang Xiaoqing's life. In desperation, he wished he could go to Hades instead of Xiaoqing.

Chang Xiaoqing's body was heavily pressed on Lin Mao's lap, her eyes were tightly closed, and she looked over in a daze, as if she just fell asleep from exhaustion.

"Xiaoqing, can you wake up, if you continue like this, Master will be angry..."

Lin Mao wiped the blood on Chang Xiaoqing's body indiscriminately with his hands, the more he wiped, the more he trembled.

If it wasn't for such a close relationship, even Lin Mao would never have thought that there would be so many wounds on Chang Xiaoqing's body, all of which were left on his body one after another during the escape.

Chang Xiaoqing concealed it so well, Lin Mao felt at ease in front of that incompetent and weak master, Quan was an incorruptible apprentice, and allowed him to run around and suffer for himself.

Thinking of this, Lin Mao's throat choked up, and there was a sharp pain in his chest.

"I was wrong, Xiaoqing, Master made a mistake... Poof..."

Before he could finish a whisper, a mouthful of blood flowed from the corner of Lin Mao's mouth because of Lin Mao's excessive grief.

tick...

Lin Mao's blood fell on Chang Xiaoqing's face, and slowly flowed down along the contours of the corpse's cheeks. When it passed Chang Xiaoqing's dry and gray mouth, a trace of blood naturally seeped into the opponent's lips.

At that moment, Chang Xiaoqing, whose lips became bright red, seemed to have a slight color of blood.

And as early as when the effort fell, Lin Mao subconsciously wanted to wipe it.

But when he caught sight of Chang Xiaoqing's face, he couldn't help but pause.

Not long ago, there was a young man who fell into his arms. How did he do it at that time...

Seeking a glimmer of life in a near-desperate situation, Lin Mao recalled that night in the small courtyard outside the Tianxian Pavilion with unprecedented energy.

He thought of Zhang Qiong's disheveled face, and how he tried to wake her up...and then what?Oh yes...a tiny pain in the palm of your hand.

At that time, his hand must have been cut by a straw.

Ah, yes, it's blood.

It was his blood, which fell between Zhang Qiong's lips.

Lin Mao's thinking became extraordinarily clear and transparent, as if another soul had gone back many days through the light flow of time, standing by Lin Mao and Zhang Qiong to observe what was happening.That already blurred night reappeared vividly in his mind, and it took him many days to discover the truth of that night.

What kept Zhang Qiong alive was never the medicine Chang Xiaoqing risked his life to bring, but his blood—if it wasn’t for the blood he inadvertently fed into Zhang Qiong’s mouth, the moment Chang Xiaoqing jumped off the wall , Zhang Qiong was dead.

Lin Mao stared blankly at the blood that had dried up between Chang Xiaoqing's lips, his heart beating faster.

If it is said that he was able to come back from the dead because he took the elixir of life from the unknown old man, then does his blood also have the same effect?

For a moment, Lin Mao felt as if he was deeply trapped in a sea of ​​suffering. He had finally grasped the last straw, and everything had become unimportant.

"Blood, my blood...Xiaoqing, you can drink my blood. Drink my blood and you will be able to live!"

Lin Mao kept mumbling to himself, then put his finger in his mouth, and bit his fingertips hard.

Blood flowed out.

"Hmm...Lin...Mao..."

The bright blood stimulated Jia Ruo, who was already dying not far away, and he suddenly struggled vigorously, wanting to say something weakly, but the words were blocked in the broken throat.

In the end, Jia Ruo could only watch with red eyes as Lin Mao opened Chang Xiaoqing's jaw and stuffed the injured finger into Chang Xiaoqing's mouth.

What makes Lin Mao very embarrassed is that since Chang Xiaoqing is dead, he can no longer swallow naturally.

Lin Mao used his teeth to tear open the wound on his finger several times in a row, and a small mouthful of bright red blood dripped out, but it was only contained in Chang Xiaoqing's cheek and could not be swallowed.

Seeing the situation like this, Lin Mao did not hesitate, and directly hugged Chang Xiaoqing halfway, supporting Chang Xiaoqing with one hand, while pressing the throat of the corpse with the other.Immediately afterwards, Lin Mao covered Chang Xiaoqing with his lips.

"Gudong..."

Following Lin Mao's movements, Chang Xiaoqing involuntarily swallowed the blood belonging to Lin Mao in his mouth.

But he still looks motionless, Shen Shen is dead.

Lin Mao stroked his body anxiously, catching the slightest changes in the other's body.

After a while, Lin Mao shook his head suddenly, and said to himself frantically: "No...it's not enough, I have to use more blood to make it more effective."

After speaking, he bit the wound on his finger open again.

Blood gushed out of the wound where the bone was already deep, and was forcibly poured into Chang Xiaoqing's body.

"thumping……"

Finally, an unusually slight vibration came from inside Chang Xiaoqing's body.

"Pounding—"

Lin Mao waited for a while, until a more regular and loud pulsation came from Chang Xiaoqing's body.