Long Aotian is not happy today

"Gulu, Gulu..."

The continuous bursting sound of bubbles rang in his ears, Hang Xiao's scalp was numb, and his five fingers quietly clenched the corners of his sleeves.

When 025 went to rescue the soldiers, he had already been carried into the kitchen by several servants.

The meridian is still like a dry river bed, and under the desperate urging of Hang Shi, the spirit pill is reluctant to squeeze out a weak spiritual flow, like a gurgling stream, flowing slowly in the empty meridian.

Relying on this little strength, Hang Xiao tried to raise his arms to block the approaching people: "Brother, if you have something to say, I have a big secret to save the world, do you want to hear it..."

"Stop talking nonsense!"

The servant waved the sharp knife in his hand, and the sharp edge slashed in front of Hang Xiao, a cold light flashed, and a cool wind brought a coolness like ice and snow.

"It's useless to delay time, hold out your hand."

The man's eyes were fiery, and there was covetousness and greed in the eyes looking at Hang Xiao, but more of them were the self-control and patience suppressed like the deep sea.

——Living in such a world, those who don't know how to restrain themselves will die early.

He knows what to touch and what not to.

"Be obedient, we only take a little blood, and it won't hurt your life."

Hearing this sentence, Hang Xiao was finally relieved.

It's okay, it's not boiled pork slices, it looks like it's just duck blood vermicelli soup.

"Hahaha, brother, you should have said earlier."

The sharp knife was still gesturing on the side of Hang Shi's neck, and Hang Shi was afraid that he would be careless for a moment, and the point of the knife would poke his neck.He yelled 025 from the bottom of his heart, but for some reason, 025 seemed to have cut off the connection. No matter how he called, there was no answer.

Ning Hong is His Highness's kind of thing... Is it reliable or not?

Time was running out, and the eyes of the people in front of him gradually became impatient. Hang Xiao knew that time was running out and there was no time to delay, so he gritted his teeth and stretched out his left forearm.

Those who know the current affairs are heroes, and if they keep the green hills, they are not afraid of running out of firewood!

The tip of the knife touched the soft skin of the wrist, and before it penetrated, there was a coolness that raged, and it penetrated into the blood and bones like a snake, spreading all the way.

The man was about to use force to pierce the skin——

"boom!"

A sudden gust of wind came, and the black mist condensed into a huge ball, blasting open the kitchen door like a cannonball!

The door panel couldn't bear the ferocious explosive force, and it directly escaped from the door frame, breaking into several sections in the air. In the distance, a blurry figure with a speed so fast rushed forward like an arrow. Before the person arrived, Leng Yue's voice was already approaching from afar: "Let him go!"

At the same time, the black awn shoots out, rapidly approaching the direction pointed by the sharp knife!

The servant holding the knife had never seen such a situation before, his five fingers trembled, and the sharp knife immediately fell from his palm and fell to the ground with a crisp sound.

"Dian Dian Dian... Your Highness!"

He fell to his knees with a "plop", his back trembled, and he kept kowtowing towards the door, with a panicked voice: "Your Highness, spare your life, Your Highness, spare your life!"

Hang Xiao turned his head when he heard the sound.

Pupils shrink.

Dust was flying, sawdust was scattered, and the dense fog gradually dissipated, revealing a slender figure with elegant and clear features, cheeks so white that they were almost transparent, and a pair of black eyes as deep as abysses.

Because of the ghost cultivation method, Ning Hong's pupils are darker and darker than the usual black. At first glance, it often makes people feel staring into the abyss and falling into a deep pool.

But at this moment, Hang Xiao clearly saw his own reflection in the other party's eyes.

The figure was trembling, and Ning Hong's red lips were also trembling.When he grabbed Hang Shi's wrist, his fingertips trembled inconspicuously, and Yu Zhuo's five fingers were icy cold, as if they had just been soaked in ice and snow.

"Your Highness, the villain doesn't know that he belongs to His Highness, villain... the villain deserves to die!"

Ning Hong didn't respond for a long time, and the servant kneeling on the ground became more and more uneasy. His two legs were fighting, and a large amount of cold sweat oozed from the back of his neck, soaking the black skirt.

Finally, Ning Hong's thin lips parted slightly, and he uttered a word coldly: "...Get lost."

If the servant encounters amnesty, he immediately scrambles and scrambles out of the kitchen.

The huge space returned to tranquility, the red oil in the cauldron was slowly spitting out water bubbles, and the rustling sound was broken, which disturbed Hang Shiu's heart.

There was obviously something wrong with Ning Hong's appearance.

"I'm fine!" Hang Xiao hurriedly said, "You came just in time, I'm all fine, you see..."

Before he finished speaking, Ning Hong's wrist was suddenly tightened.

Ning Hong's five fingers were long and slender, with distinct joints. His cold fingertips rubbed gently on Hang Shi's wrist, and accurately found a wound that had just scabbed over.

That was the mark left by the Blackwater sisters when they let out blood on the way here.

Touching the wound, Ning Hong's eyes darkened suddenly.

Hang Xiaoxiao opened his lips and wanted to explain something to himself, but unexpectedly, the next second, the young man opened his arms and held him tightly...in his arms.

Hugged so tightly, almost strangling people breathless.

... just a little bit, just a little bit.

Ning Hong's mind was blank, with only one thought lingering. The servant held a sharp knife and held the sharp knife against Hang Shi. The picture was undulating in front of his eyes, and the corners gradually twisted, turning into a large thick blood color——

Only a little bit, he was going to lose this person.

Obviously, it was a one-in-a-billion miracle that was obtained by traveling through countless worlds and praying to God thousands of times.

"Do you know, the moment I saw you fall from the ground, my whole body... seemed to die once."

This is the first time that Ning Hong has admitted his feelings for Hang Xiao so frankly.

His voice trembled, like a rippling pool, and his warm tone was full of fear. He only spoke a few words, but it was like thunder and thunderbolts, which set off a roar in Hang Shi's ears.

Hang Shi immediately froze in place.

"I've been thinking, what if under the cracks in the ground, instead of the Demon Realm, it's magma and an endless abyss?"

"Am I... going to lose you forever?"

Ning Hong was trembling.

Not only because of the horror of the aftermath and the joy of reunion, but Hang Shi could vaguely hear the sound of electric current flowing.

The friction of sparks, the thunderbolt of sparks, just listening to this extremely subtle sound, the soul trembled subconsciously, recalling the fear of being shocked by electricity.

But Ning Hong did not let go.

He stubbornly resisted the electric current, exhausted all his strength, and strangled his little finger, almost cutting off the finger from it.

"And just now, just now."

Under the severe pain, Ning Hong seemed to bite the tip of his tongue, and a faint fishy smell wafted in the air.

His voice was also hoarse due to the increasingly fierce electric shocks, and every word seemed to be forced out from between his teeth: "Xiao, if I was a step late just now, wouldn't I... never see you again?"

……fool!

Hang Xiao wanted to laugh a little, thinking how could we not see each other, the dinner was just duck blood vermicelli soup... Speaking of which, the dinner of the Heavenly Demon was really shabby, there was not even a big dish, and the finale was clear soup with little water...

But he opened his lips, but what came out of his mouth was not laughter, but a faint cry.

"It's just in time," Hang Xiao raised his arms, hugged Ning Hong tightly from behind, and whispered in his ear, "Don't worry, I'm the protagonist, and there will only be adventures."

The electric shock came in response, and ran up the shoulder blade along the little finger.

Hang Xiao only felt that half of his body was numb from the electric shock, and he could hardly feel the position of his fingers.

The pain that directly penetrated the soul made his nerves overwhelmed. He bit his lips tightly, and fine beads of sweat oozed from his forehead. Drop by drop, it slid down Junyi's side face and landed on Ning Hong's shoulder.

Perhaps because they sensed the desperate intention of the two, this time the electric current was extremely violent, more menacing than ever before.

Ning Hong hugged him and shook his head gently.

The impulse turned into a torrent, rolling up huge waves on the turbulent heart lake.

——I couldn't bear it any longer.

——I can't accept the ambiguity of vague words.

The blood is boiling, roaring, and clamoring for more, even if it is burned by the electric current, no matter what the price is——

His eyelids drooped slightly, his chin rested on Hang Shi's shoulder, and he said softly but clearly, "Xi, I like you."

Current crit!

Sparks shot out from every corner of the body, burning through the meridians.

Nerves curled up into a wrinkled ball, the sharp pain hit the cerebral cortex, Ning Hong's throat rolled slightly, and a stream of blood gushed out.

... He gritted his teeth again and swallowed it in one gulp.

Hang Hour: "!!!"

The love words were so straightforward that his chest thumped.

In an instant, all the currents and rules were forgotten by Hang Xiao. He hugged Ning Hong tightly and said cheerfully: "Brother Ning, I like you too. I have always liked you since a very early age!"

What responded to him was a passionate kiss.

Lips and teeth intertwined, warm and cold and hot touch alternately, the violent electric current seemed to be out of breath, the pain on the two of them was intensified, and they were approaching a desperate situation.

Hang Xiao's eyes were blank, and his consciousness began to blur due to the severe pain, but he hugged Ning Hong tightly, recklessly immersed in this kiss—a kiss without skill, mixed with a strong smell of blood.

But... very cool.

Hang Shi kissed in a daze, feeling extremely happy.

He felt that the shackles on his body were gradually being removed, and suddenly he realized that the regular electric shock has a limit, and there is a price to pay, and they are dancing wildly on the bottom line of the rules. This is not just a momentary impulse, but more like a war.

...a life-and-death struggle.

If they lose, both of them will perish; but if they win, from now on, they don't need to be bound by the rules.

... are all good.

The kiss became more intense, and the two exchanged fiery breaths.

The pain of the soul was so extreme that Hang Xiao felt a sense of absurd leisure for no reason.

This time I gave it a go, it came too unexpectedly.

But from now on, regardless of life or death, they can always be together forever.

The moment this thought flashed, the sharp pain suddenly stopped.

The rules also seemed to have exhausted their strength, or they were unwilling to waste time on the two of them. Hang Xiao felt invisible power rising from his shoulders, turning into a golden streamer, and quickly leaping into the void.

The passionate kiss stopped, and the two looked at each other, and they both saw a bright light in each other's eyes, burning like the sun and the moon.

My whole body was sore and my limbs were weak.

When the electric current left, it also left all the remnants of pain behind.

But Hangshi's eyes fell on Ning Hong's vermilion lips - where he had been bitten by him who didn't know how serious it was just now, and fine drops of blood were oozing out, dyeing his lips even more vivid red.

His long and narrow eyes gradually curved, the corners of his lips raised, and suddenly he lowered his head to get close to him, sucking the blood from Ning Hong's lips.

The voice was feeble and ecstatic.

"Brother Ning, we won."