The #1 Pretty Boy of the Immortal Path

The sky was full of blood, and there was a pause in an instant.

Ling Fengxiao slowly closed her eyes.

His expression was very calm, as if he was doing a very ordinary thing.

Like eating a pill, drinking a glass of water... such an ordinary thing.

The blood mist suddenly surged up!

Ling Fengxiao frowned slightly, as if she was in great pain.

Lin Shu held his hand, trying to inject some spiritual power into it.

Ling Fengxiao held him back with great strength, her fingers trembling slightly.

Hands are cold, bone cold.

The aura that Lin Shu probed into his body was instantly ejected by the churning resentment!

It was an extremely pure sinister and resentful energy, the first time it was touched, the screams of thousands of ghosts could be heard in the ears.

This is the resentment and hostility accumulated by the common people in the world, in the past 300 years, amidst wars and famines, grief and despair.

Gathering sand can make a pagoda, and gathering armpits can make a fur. Once the resentment of all living beings gathers together, it will be a force that will shake the whole world.

As that Mr. Chen said... Once such resentment is scattered on the mortal world, it will be the beginning of another chaotic world where demons are rampant.

At that time, Lin Shu was still thinking that the great witch was dead, and Xiao Xuan didn't seem to like fighting very much. When the monsters were rampant, the camps would be divided into two sides, human and devil, and there would be another continuous war.He thought what Ling Fengxiao would do.

Mostly, they negotiated a peace with Beixia first, then started to arrange the war, and finally planned a strategy. They were invincible and famous in history.

But Ling Fengxiao didn't do that.

He took the initiative to melt the core of resentment into his body.

Lin Shu didn't know what the consequences would be.

Will he go mad, lose his sanity, or be manipulated by resentment and become another great witch?

He couldn't do anything, he could only stretch out his right hand and gently brush away the slightly sweaty hair on Ling Fengxiao's forehead.

A blood-red tear dripped from the corner of Ling Fengxiao's eye, slowly sliding down.

He stretched out his hand to wipe it off slowly, and the bright and beautiful blood color came from the corner of his eyes, and it bloomed on Ling Fengxiao's slightly pale cheeks, the color was shocking.

The blood mist around them seemed to be thicker again. These ominous mist contained obvious malice, slowly circling and reverberating around them, forming a blood-red vortex.

A cold hand gripped his right wrist.

He heard Ling Fengxiao's voice whispering in his ear: "Baby, I'm in so much pain."

Lin Shu hugged him and patted his back gently.

Ling Fengxiao hugged him tightly and buried her face on his shoulder.

His whole body was trembling slightly.

Lin Shu knew that only a person would have such a reaction when he was enduring extreme pain.

All the grievances between heaven and earth are eroding his body, mind, and even his entire soul.

This is not something that one person can bear, nor is it something that a single person should bear.

No one asked Ling Fengxiao to do this, and no one would blame Ling Fengxiao for not doing it—he could have done otherwise.

But at the same time, Lin Shu realized very clearly that this is what Ling Fengxiao would do.

If killing one person can save ten people, and killing ten thousand people can save one hundred thousand people, the ruler must kill him decisively.

But what if he is the one who has to be sacrificed to save those ten people, 10 people, or millions of people?

To say that it is the dirt of the country is to say that it is the master of the country, and that the country is unlucky, and it is the king of the world, but...

Lin Shu was thinking about something in his mind, gently stroking Ling Fengxiao's loose long hair, and in a blink of an eye, he saw that most of his shoulders were soaked with blood.

Tears of blood flow endlessly. Is it Ling Fengxiao who is crying, or is it that the people of the world are weeping in despair?

He remembered the way Ling Fengxiao comforted him before, and imitated that, and said to Ling Fengxiao, "Stop crying."

Ling Fengxiao rewarded him by biting his shoulder.

Lin Shu: "..."

Fine.

He continued to smooth Ling Fengxiao's hair.

Following along, I remembered the eighth form of "Long Lovesickness" "Life's Heart" that I suddenly used when I blocked Ling Fengxiao's knife in the Land of Ultimate Bliss.

In Jiange, after he comprehended the seventh form "a lonely boat", the eighth form could no longer be entered, and when he used it, he realized that there was a tricky condition for this move.

This is not a completely offensive move, nor is it a completely defensive move, nor is it a defensive move. When it is used, many flaws will be exposed on the body. When facing a strong enemy, it is very likely that one will be seriously injured.

This move is not a superb and perfect move.

But there is one place that is perfect.

Behind.

The person who uses this trick is absolutely safe behind him.

So the meaning of this move is not to attack or defend, but to protect the things behind or the people behind.

Only in this case, this trick can be used.

A sword cultivator who practices "Long Lovesickness" and has no emotions should have no one or anything to protect.

But if this person is Ling Fengxiao, he can still do it.

Even "Sauvignon Blanc" is allowed.

Lin Shu was quite relieved, and the movements of Shun Mao were much lighter.

Little Phoenix, still cute.

I don't know how long it has passed, the blood mist around him is still as thick, but the sharp malice has gradually faded away.

At the same time, the blood mist——slowly poured into Ling Fengxiao's body.

The endless blood mist surrounded his body like layers of red lotuses, and it seemed like a cold flame.

Lin Shu saw his body gradually disappearing in his arms, as if something was changing inside, and then changed back after a while, flickering on and off, as if it was no longer something that should exist in the world.

The flames of hell licked, and the colors in front of his eyes gradually became more intense. He realized that he could no longer see Ling Fengxiao's appearance clearly, and could only see a blur of blood mist.

He thought that it would be good to become anything.

In the void that they entered through the two-faced Buddha, the two of them turned into two light spots, and they could still go around each other, playing well.

As long as it is still Ling Fengxiao.

As long as that little phoenix can come back.

He felt that his heartbeat was gradually speeding up, and he could hear it clearly in the dimness.

"Ling Fengxiao," he heard his own voice, "Ling Fengxiao, Xiao Shao..."

He called the man's name over and over again.

While shouting constantly, I thought, don't get lost.

He didn't speak loudly and didn't use much force, but in the end, his voice was still a little hoarse.

The blood mist was decreasing, and he clearly saw this trend.

On the stars in the sky, the fierce blood-red light is also gradually weakening.

And the blood that disappeared all merged into Ling Fengxiao's body.

The world in front of Lin Shu became clearer.

Now he is not in the posture of hugging Miss Danzhu's slender waist.

It was held by some unknown creature.

The unknown creature seemed to have Xiao Shao's face.

Lin Shu stretched out his hand and poked it indifferently. It was human skin, and the temperature also rose a little.

The world in front of me became a little clearer.

He was like a man watching the nirvana of the phoenix, eager to know whether this nirvana was successful, whether it produced a phoenix or a roast chicken.

So he rubbed his eyes.

Before rubbing twice, the wrist was held down.

Lin Shu raised his head and met Xiao Shao's eyes.

The vision that was overstimulated by blood slowly returned to normal.

He saw a pair of jet-black pupils.

The shape is still the good-looking shape, but it is dull and dull, with a hint of indifference for no reason.

He saw Xiao Shao at this time, dressed in a gorgeous black robe, with deep blood flowing in the dark lines of the clothes, with a clear knife in his waist, still in the same appearance as the evil spirit was produced.

Behind him was the fire of red lotus, and the sea of ​​blood was boundless, reflecting the blood that had not faded from the corner of his eyes.

At this moment, if someone told Lin Shu that he was not in the human world, but in Shura Hell, or the underworld, Lin Shu would believe it.

After all, he was first held down by such an evildoer who didn't know whether he was human or not, and then he was forced to raise his face and look at him.

No matter how many times you have seen Xiao Shao's face, the aesthetics must be scrubbed, not to mention the eerie and weird atmosphere at this moment, which has a special flavor.

Lin Shu: "Xiao Shao?"

He saw Xiao Shao's expression was slightly confused, as if he was thinking about something, and he answered after a long while: "It's me."

The texture of the voice is like spirits mixed with ice cubes, giving it a cold texture.

After answering, he half closed his eyes, frowned slightly, and seemed to be enduring the pain.

Lin Shu cared: "Does it still hurt?"

Xiao Shao shook his head.

Lin Shu saw the paranoia and indifference in his expression, which was different from the past, and he couldn't rest assured: "Are... are you okay?"

Xiao Shao said: "Many people are crying."

Lin Shu: "Huh?"

The cries in the sea of ​​blood had subsided at some point, and he couldn't hear them now.

Xiao Shao's fingertips walked slowly on his face, traced the outline, and said: "In my soul."

Lin Shu was itchy by his description, and turned his head to the side, but somehow attracted Xiao Shao.

Xiao Shao forced his face back, asked him to look into his eyes, and said, "It will be better when I'm close to you."

While speaking, she wanted to continue to touch his face, and pressed his lips with her fingertips, then bowed her head and kissed him expressionlessly.

This person is a bit perverted, and he may have lost his humanity, Lin Shu realized.

He was afraid that Xiao Shao's sanity would have problems, so he asked, "Do you remember me?"

"Remember." Xiao Shao said lightly: "My baby... called me, and I came back."

Appears to be sober.

And he still shouted "Baby", proving that it was still Xiao Shao, not some other strange thing.

Lin Shu felt relieved.

At this time, the blood mist faded many times faster than before, and the stars in the sky almost returned to normal.

At the same time, the indistinct aura around Xiao Shao slowly rose.

When everything returned to normal, there were faint voices outside, many Beixia wizards were coming here.

Lin Shu naturally knew that they had just fought with the big witch and there was a lot of commotion. The wizards must have noticed that because of the barrier of the sea of ​​blood, they couldn't get in before, but now they can come in.

Ye Chang had many dreams, seeing that Xiao Shao didn't express anything, he didn't ask for advice, and dragged him back to Qingming Cave.

After greeting my senior brother, I went back to my room.

The devil's bedroom is naturally reserved for the devil, and the two of them live in another guest room that has been tidied up in the cave.

As soon as the door was closed, Lin Shu felt ominous, as if locked by something invisible.

His whole body was a little fried, and he turned to look at Xiao Shao.

Xiao Shao is looking at him.

"Are... are you okay?" Lin Shu asked again.

Xiao Shao: "It's okay."

Lin Shu: "... Would you like some hot water?"

Xiao Shao looked at him with a little doubt, then shook his head: "No need."

Lin Shu wanted to ask a lot of questions, but for a while, he didn't know where to start.

He pondered over and over again, picking and choosing among these many questions, and finally came to a more representative one——Are you still human?

Unexpectedly, just as he opened his mouth to ask, he was pushed onto the bed by this person.

Xiao Shao was condescending, expressionless, but still obsessed with touching his face bit by bit.

From the forehead, to the cheeks, to the corners of the lips.

"You..." Just as Lin Shu said a word, he was unable to speak.

Because Xiao Shao's fingertips separated his lips, and because he was unprepared for a moment, he had already passed through his lips and teeth, entered a lot, and touched the tip of his tongue.

Xiao Shao looked at him with heavy eyes, and then added another finger.

Lin Shu wanted to ask something, so he tried to push the two fingers out, but no matter how he looked at it, it looked like he was actively licking and biting the two slender fingers.

He watched Xiao Shao's eyes getting more and more wrong, and his heart gradually panicked.

Xiao Shao leaned down and pressed his shoulder with the other hand.

"Xianjun," Lin Shu heard Xiao Shao say slowly in a slightly hoarse voice, "You are so clean."

Lin Shu stopped asking.

He should have known the answer.

Xiao Shao was never alone.