brother of time travel

As soon as he approached, a dazzling glare made He Yunqing unable to open his eyes.He used the spell to dissipate the glare, and when the dazzling light disappeared completely, He Yunqing looked at the scene in front of him, his pupils dilated, he was stunned for a while, but he couldn't take a step.

Those black pupils full of sarcasm were actually covered by a strange blood light at this time, and from the neck down, Moxiu's whole body was not covered, and there was no trace of blood on his pale skin, only his ferocious face, his whole body The sweat that covered him was a testament to how much pain he was in.The red light in the blood pupils was stronger, and amidst the roar of the demon cultivator, flying sand and fine stones wrapped his whole body. In He Yunqing's memory, the strength of this demon cultivator was unfathomable. However, at this time, those gravels passed his face, unexpectedly It is to leave a trail of shallow or deep bloodstains.

"Roar!" There was another roar, and there were more and more bloodstains on Moxiu's body. Standing outside the cave, He Yunqing could even smell a faint smell of blood.He didn't know what happened to Moxiu, but he didn't need to guess that he was in great pain.Thinking of the black beads in her mouth and Moxiu's special instructions, He Yunqing was a little moved.

The fear in his heart was suppressed, He Yunqing pursed his lips, gritted his teeth, and rushed into the flying sand and rocks.

The moment he stood still, He Yunqing met a pair of cold blood eyes.

It is not like the eye waves flowing in the daytime, these are a pair of especially ruthless eyes, the strange blood light seems to be able to penetrate into the depths of the soul.Without He Yunqing's attention, the waist was suddenly strangled by the person in front of him. His slender fingers groped around his waist, sometimes going up and sometimes going down, as if touching an inanimate object.

He Yunqing shivered.

"What's wrong with you?" He freed his arm and shook Moxiu's shoulder.

At this moment, Moxiu smiled at him, licking his lips with a pale tongue, as if waiting to enjoy his prey.He Yunqing thought in his heart that something was wrong, so he lifted up the Fajue and sacrificed the flying sword, but Moxiu moved faster than him, a pair of pale and slender arms tightly wrapped around his shoulders like iron tongs, and he tapped his fingers lightly, flying The sword turned into a pile of iron powder and scattered on the ground.

An icy body wrapped around him.

"Chila..." The cyan Taoist robe was pulled away wantonly, revealing a flat chest, He Yunqing's body was frozen, and he could only watch helplessly as a head rested on his shoulder.

"Give me your blood..." The next moment, He Yunqing felt a pain in his neck, as if being poked by the eye of a needle reminded him of his previous experience in the ward.

The neck was constantly licked and bitten by strangers, making obscene sounds from time to time, and as time passed, He Yunqing seemed to hear the sound of ticking water, appearing and disappearing, just like his Life keeps draining away.

He didn't notice that the bloody light in Mo Xiu's eyes gradually dissipated, and the black pupils gradually regained clarity.He stared at the fainted young man under him, and the blood-stained wound on his neck, and a trace of unspeakable complexity flashed across his eyes.Moxiu slowly squatted down, licked off the trace of blood, and then moved his fingers, and the wound disappeared without a trace.He picked up the not-so-slender body of the boy, and slowly dressed him, every step was so careful, as if he was treating the supreme treasure in his heart.

The moment it touched the skin on the boy's chest, Moxiu's fingers stopped.

He slowly dragged along the red thread on the boy's neck, and finally pulled out a black, plain stone.The stone on He Yunqing's neck, which had not changed in any way, seemed to be spinning in the air at this moment, as if it had spirituality, as if it wanted to escape the control of the demon cultivator.Moxiu smiled coldly, his eyes were full of threats: "Don't move."

Only then did the rolling stones stop.

Moxiu kept turning his fingers along the stone, and finally touched the raised word "Xiao" carved on the stone. He frowned slightly, rearranged the red thread, and put it back around the boy's neck, but his hands seemed to be uncontrollable. He kept caressing the young man's smooth skin, delicate earlobes, lips that had lost all color, all the way to the jet-black hair.

Putting the boy flat on the bed made of stones, Moxiu sighed deeply.He moved his lips slightly, and his body seemed to swell, generating enormous power, and the power was transferred to his arms. The next moment, the shackles that usually made a crisp sound trembled slightly, and then there was no sound.

Moxiu stared at the shackles with infinite coldness in his eyes.

The cave that had been noisy all night finally returned to calm, and it was dawn.Moxiu concocted a blood-red elixir from nowhere and fed it into He Yunqing's mouth, then hid his body in the darkness.

"Hmm..." It was already afternoon when He Yunqing woke up, he opened his eyes in a daze, and found himself lying in the cave with a headache.He jumped up suddenly, looked at the empty cave, and suddenly recalled the scene of last night. His fingers touched his neck, which was smooth and smooth, without any wound. He didn't believe in evil, so he rubbed it a few more times, but there was still nothing.

"Where are you?" He Yunqing yelled at the cave wall without giving up.

It's a pity that in this cave, Moxiu is the real overlord.Only when he is willing to show his true face can others see it. If he is not willing, no matter how noisy he is, no trace of him can be found.

Of course, it was also because of Moxiu's weird attitude that He Yunqing could be sure that everything that happened last night was true.

According to the degree of madness of Moxiu last night, He Yunqing thought that he would be sucked dry blood and eat dried meat, but now, not only is he alive and kicking, but there is no problem in using spells.

"You come out!"

Let him yell left and right, but the demon cultivator seemed to have disappeared without a trace, and he never appeared in front of He Yunqing again.He Yunqing couldn't figure it out, so he had to let him go.Now he admires Moxiu's endurance a little bit. Before, he ordered him to cook, but now he roasts the meat deliciously every day. This guy can't bear to eat it.

In a blink of an eye, another month has passed.Even though He Yunqing was used to living alone in a hospital bed in her previous life, she still felt a little lonely now.

Although cultivators who focus on longevity and becoming immortals should be used to being alone, and it is normal for them not to eat or drink even in seclusion for several years, but when He Yunqing thinks that he can only be trapped in a narrow cave for the rest of his life, his heart is still filled with despair. .Even the wish to break through the golden core in ten years and get the protagonist of this book has been almost forgotten.

During this month, he gradually found the way to enter the late stage of foundation establishment. After waking up that day, he found that his aura was much stronger. After practicing meditation for a while, although the breakthrough was still far away, He Yunqing could feel his His strength is constantly increasing, and now he should have the strength to fight against Zhao Qingyun and the others.

In the middle of the night, He Yunqing woke up suddenly without any warning.

He stared at the place where Moxiu was usually tied up for a long time, and there was still no one there, but He Yunqing could clearly feel that someone there was suffering inhuman pain.

In his mind, Moxiu suddenly came over and touched his body to suck his blood dry.

"Are you OK?"

He Yunqing yelled for a long time without responding, the gravel in the cave gradually whirled, but He Yunqing walked through the sand and stone thinking that he would touch Moxiu's body, but only touched a piece of nothingness.

"Are you OK?"

He Yunqing couldn't help sighing when he thought of Moxiu's red-eyed eyes struggling that day.This world is undoubtedly opposed to immortals and demons, but after being with Moxiu for so long, he is even more honest than his brothers in the sect, and as He Yunqing is a time traveler, the distinction between immortals and demons is not so important in his heart Deep, and he couldn't just watch this guy die.

Thinking of this, He Yunqing had secretly made a decision.

The blood on the fingertips fell to the ground, and at the third tick, Moxiu's pale face finally appeared in front of He Yunqing.His pupils were still stained red, but far less severe than last time.

"Is this your choice?" he asked.

He Yunqing was startled, he didn't understand the meaning of Moxiu's words.

A smile curled up on the corner of Moxiu's lips, and he murmured: "Actually, you shouldn't ask. It's not that I force you, but your own choice." Now that you have made your choice, you are doomed to be unable to escape. This life will last forever. .

Moxiu held his arm, and in the next second, He Yunqing felt that his bloody fingers were brought into a warm and moist place. Moxiu sucked his finger carefully, as if trying to trace his fingerprints.This time He Yunqing didn't pass out, he could feel his blood gradually entering Moxiu's body, the red in Moxiu's eyes gradually disappeared, and finally his black eyes appeared.

When He Yunqing didn't notice at all, a pill was stuffed into his mouth by Moxiu. The pill had a strong fragrance and melted in his mouth.

"What did you feed me?"

"Blood supplement pill."

He Yunqing asked: "Is it like this on the fifteenth day of every month?"

Mo Xiu fixed a glance at He Yunqing, his eyes were full of emotions he couldn't understand: "Well, but it's getting better gradually, and even soon, we can leave here."

"leave?"

Moxiu curled his lips into a smile: "Call me Minghui."

He Yunqing frowned.

"Minghui, my name." Minghui smiled slightly, "My strength has gradually recovered, at least now it is enough to break the formation laid by those old guys, so we can go out soon."

He Yunqing was stunned for a while before realizing: "Is it because of my blood?"

Minghui nodded.He didn't even think that he could meet a descendant of that family after waiting for countless years. This child obviously didn't know that the blood of that family was the most compatible with their demon descendants. Hui's kung fu recovered to [-]% of what it was back then.

And, most importantly, the child's choice touched the softest part of Minghui's heart.

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