IX Cultivation

Without a shelter, I died alone...

Unknowingly, Wan Ling stared at Ji Xi for a long time, not noticing at all that the crown prince Ji Jue who was standing beside him looked at him calmly and then at the third prince, and finally lowered his eyes, his head was full of two What the man said a month ago.

The little prince still clearly remembered that when the man spoke, his eyes were all over him, even though he was indifferent, he really let Ji Jue discover an astonishing secret!

——His husband has only him in his eyes.

Yes, no matter what time it is, Ji Jue can feel that her husband doesn't care about everyone, she will only talk to him, look at him, and occasionally smile slightly at him, only looking at his eyes. On the body, it seems...

It's as if he is everything to Mr.

The little Ji Jue who just got this kind of recognition was awkward but couldn't hide his happiness. He unconsciously began to test, and began to ask his former playmates to come to the Prince's Mansion to look for him, and continued to introduce his beautiful husband to more people. Man knows, and without knowing it, begins to morbidly enjoy the attention Mr. only gives him.

It’s like when you like someone extremely, no matter what reason you like, but when you find that the other person treats you differently from anyone else, he only treats you well, only talks to you, and his world only has you When you are in love, all your senses are magnified countless times, just to capture the information that that person cares about you.

When one day that person no longer sees you as the only one in his world, you will be completely finished, because of your endless possessiveness...

When Ji Jue found that Wan Ling looked at the third prince Ji Xi for a long time and showed a look that he couldn't understand at all, he immediately panicked. He was confused and alert at the same time, but at the same time he relaxed in the next second.

He must be thinking too much.

Since when did he always like to think so badly of others?

Since when did he become inexplicably selfish and ugly?

Kid Ji Jue was full of bitterness and was very disappointed. He felt that he had changed, and he couldn't help complicating anyone's thinking. Although he liked helping others as always, he didn't care about those thanks and praises anymore. The words are satisfied.

Is this... is it his fault?

It was rare for Ji Jue to be depressed for a day, and she hadn't spoken since leaving Emperor Huan En's place with Wan Ling. The man was a little surprised, and didn't ask any more questions. After all, Wan Ling had never really raised a child. What is the child's psychological problem?Can I eat it?

So in the afternoon, Ji Jue disappeared without a trace, and Wan Ling just asked his servant where the prince had gone and stopped talking. He sat in his room for a while, then looked out the window, and got up after a while to go After meeting Queen Zhong Hui, she asked her to borrow the Buddhist beads.

The queen didn't understand at first, but when she heard that the beads were needed to save her poor child, she took them out without hesitation. Since there was nothing to cover up the magic power of Firefox, in a place full of yang energy like the imperial palace, Firefox couldn't bear it. He didn't dare to go out at all, so he had to hide behind the overlapping bed curtains, reminding Wan Ling with a little worry that he must send it back before nightfall...

Wan Ling nodded, and asked Ji Xi where the child often stayed. Then, facing the bright sunshine, he left the queen's palace, which seemed a little cold, and headed towards his destination.

When I saw Ji Xi, it was at Ji Xi's third prince's mansion, his mansion was deserted, and for some reason, there was not a single servant.

Just as Wan Ling walked into this deserted mansion, the third prince Ji Xi also just came back in a hurry.

Still holding a food box with a strange color and a layer of dark red stuff on it in his hand, which exudes a disgusting bloody smell.

There was a look of surprise in Ji Xi's eyes, and then he became nervous. The thin boy stared at Wan Ling, as if he would run away immediately if the man's eyes were not right with him!

——Because he has a guilty conscience.

As a result, Ji Xi didn't see anything in the man's eyes. The man dressed in snow-white lowered his eyes, and gently lifted his wide sleeves to reveal his flawless forearm. A cut was made in the wrist, and the blood accompanied by a huge immortal energy swept across the entire palace, but it was hidden because of the prohibition of the Buddhist beads.

Only Ji Xi, who was the closest to Wan Ling, let go of her hand immediately, covered her mouth in pain, and let the food box fall out of her hand and overturned, and the bloodshot raw chicken pieces scattered all over the ground, and then she couldn't control it step by step. Walking towards the man, I felt that the blood dripping from the man's wrist was more dazzling than the red marks on the man's eyebrows!

In the end, Ji Xi grabbed Wan Ling's arm and brought the wrist to her mouth as if she lost her mind, and bit down, greedily sucking and swallowing!

014-015. Rebirth

The wrist that entered his lips had an extremely slippery touch, and the smell from the tip of his nose was also full of sweetness that he couldn't control himself.

Ji Xi's withered and lacklustre little hands tightly grasped the man's arm, almost leaving bruise marks on the man's fair forearm, and the nails that don't like to be trimmed sharply pierced into the man's flesh The gnawing wound was nothing at all.

Wan Ling's wound that was lightly opened by him continued to expand under the boy's crazily biting. The hard fangs pierced into the flesh regardless, tearing and biting large drops of blood that fell to the ground, smashing up. A ring of dust.

The boy was merciless, a strange light could be seen in his eyes, and the bite wound was deep enough to show the bone, but the man who was bitten didn't feel anything, he just looked at the little half-demon who was holding his arm tightly, and said lightly: " Slow down, no one will fight with you."

The boy couldn't hear.

His blood was boiling, and his whole body was in severe pain. He was in great pain, as if he was about to die, but only the owner of the arm he was holding could save him.

The boy never knew what was going on with him, but he knew that he was such a perverted and disgusting self, and had such a disgusting hobby, he must never tell anyone.

Ji Xi learned to secretly eat raw meat from various places when he was six years old. Every time he used up, he would look at himself in the mirror with a bloody mouth full of fear and resentment, but in the end he gradually got used to it.

He is different from everyone else, he is not good looking, his head is not smart, and he has such eccentricities, no one likes him, and no one expects his birth, but he still wants to live.

Why can't he live?

The boy tried every means, tried every means, while pitifully unable to lift his head in front of outsiders, while resenting the world, resenting in the dirty and dark corner, resenting, never thinking that anyone would Come give him a hand...

Ji Xi's eyes began to blur, but because he kept his head down, no one could see his expression.

But the man's voice interrupted the boy's frantic and confused thoughts in an instant. The next second, the boy who was holding Wan Ling's arm tightly took a few steps back in horror. His wide sleeves covered most of his face but still couldn't cover it. His cheeks and the ground were bright red, his pupils constricted, and after a while, he simply put down his sleeves, allowing his most disgusting side to be exposed to the glare of the sun.

The boy's voice was repressed and calm. He obviously took a deep breath before saying in that childish voice:

"You are Ji Jue's teacher, what do you want to do?!"

Wan Ling looked at the boy in front of him who had become vigilant and recovered his sanity, looked at his wrist which was slowly recovering, and saw that the thin layer of flesh and blood attached to the white bone began to thicken, and said, "You don't need to eat raw meat in the future. "

The boy's whole body was tense, and he asked tremblingly, "I asked how you knew?! What on earth do you want to do?!"

"..."

"Will you tell others?! You want to threaten me?!"

——how should I put it?Not at all like a limp little fox, but like a wounded hedgehog.

The Immortal of All Souls gave Ji Xi a drink of his own blood. Because of the mellow aura, it could completely suppress the disordered demon power in Ji Xi's body. Not surprisingly, Ji Xi could spend her life like a mortal.

The man himself doesn't know what kind of psychology he has to do... It's not like what a troublesome temperament like himself should do.

But Wan Ling has nothing to do with such a pitiful half-demon.

Just like he can't see a cute boy crying.

Don't ask him why, he himself doesn't know what's wrong with him.

It's just that the Wanling Immortal is actually very eccentric. When he wants, he can pick you the most beautiful stars in the sky. When he doesn't like it, the more you beg him, the more impatient he will become.

Now, just when a man is willing, there is no reason for what he likes and is willing to do.

For example, when he looked at the wolf half-demon that was about to die, he could pretend he didn't see anything and return to the barrier, but he didn't; Mr. Xiaolong, but he didn't; now, seeing Ji Xi's appearance of being bullied by him, the man gently opened his lips and said simply:

"You are afraid." Declarative sentence.

The boy pursed his lips stubbornly and said, "I'm not afraid."

"..." Wan Ling lowered his eyes, seeing that the wound on his wrist had healed without any trace, and while putting down his wide sleeves, he said slowly, "Then what do you want to hear from me?"

The boy was speechless for a moment.

"You just need to know that you are normal." The man's voice was low, and seemed to have a little lingering ending, "A child should look like a child. If you don't remember some things, I'll be good to you." Then Stretching out his hand, he tapped his fingertips on the boy's forehead, and circles of light-colored light streaks instantly swayed from the touch.

The last thing Ji Xi saw was a white and slender hand, and when she opened her eyes again,