Marrying a sick dragon

In the bedroom, there was only the slight sound of animal candles burning, and the extremely pure fragrance of dragon's blood lingered at the tip of Fu Mingxu's nose.

Driven by instinct, he subconsciously stuck out the tip of his tongue and licked his fingertips. The curvature of his mouth showed his satisfaction with the taste.

Fu Mingxu squinted his eyes slightly, and the upturned eyes showed a drunken color.

The moonlight has dissipated, and the exposed Ni Lin is still emitting bright red and translucent dragon blood, which is particularly delicious under the warm orange light of the candlelight.

so hungry..

Fu Mingxu only felt that the blood in his body was gradually warming up. He stared at the dragon's blood in front of him, and a desire from deep inside his body was gradually spreading.

It was the first time for Han Tao to experience the distress of being too powerful of the Dragon Clan's spiritual consciousness. Not only did he see Fu Mingxu's movements clearly from beginning to end, but even his mind followed the spiritual consciousness to the wiping tail red and Yingrun's fingertips.

What does he want to do?Looking at the fingers getting closer and closer to Ni Lin, Han Tao was strangely not angry, only an unspeakable hotness swept his whole body.

He really wanted to close his consciousness like his eyes, but the more he did this, the more his consciousness stuck to the unknowing Fu Mingxu.

Seeing that the white fingertips were getting closer and closer to Ni Lin, it seemed that they were about to fall in the next breath.

Guessing what he would do after taking blood, the ups and downs of the chest above the dragon's tail suddenly became rapid.

Until a certain animal candle made a "crack" sound before it was about to burn out, the sound fell on Fu Mingxu's heart like thunder in the already silent space.

Waking up suddenly from the gorgeous and fascinated dream, the blush on Fu Mingxu's face quickly faded, and he was stunned when he realized what he had done.

What did he just do?

He actually licked off the dragon blood on his fingertips!

The fingertips stained with dragon's blood seemed to be on fire, causing Fu Mingxu to desperately rub against the wedding dress, as if the only way to wipe off the hot fingertips was in this way.

As the full moon slanted to the west, Fu Mingxu stood beside the bed and stared intently at the comatose Han Tao, with an extremely heavy expression on his face.

From the smell of dragon's blood to his uncontrollable licking of the blood on his fingertips, he had to admit an extremely embarrassing question.

For some reason, he had an indescribable but irresistible desire for the dragon's blood in Han Tao's body.

Not only that, after the dragon's blood entered his abdomen, his dantian felt faintly hot, as if a cloud of air flow started to swim from the dantian to his whole body, and there was power to revive in his body.

Could it be that dragon blood can help people practice?

After calming down, the first thing Fu Mingxu thought of was that the dragon was originally a strange beast, loved by the world, and full of treasures.Because of this, Jiaolong and others who are tainted with the dragon clan are deeply loved by those who cultivate immortals.

Of course, this kind of love often has unspeakable benefits.

It's just that the airflow generated in the dantian was too weak, and it melted into the flesh and blood within a few breaths after he discovered it. He could only be sure that it was not spiritual energy.

It's not that he hasn't drawn qi into his body before, it's just that each time the aura only travels back and forth in his body, and then drifts away as usual.

Cleaner than a gust of wind.

If I take more dragon blood, will I be able to find out what the air flow in the dantian is?

Thinking of this, Fu Mingxu's eyes subconsciously drifted to Nilin.

It's also strange, is dragon blood really so sweet?Otherwise, how could he not feel nauseated after taking it?It's a pity that there are no clear records on the Cangling Continent about the taste of dragon blood for his reference.

Fu Mingxu actually thought this way, after returning to his senses, he would never be able to take the blood from the dragon's tail and drink it.

"Fortunately, no one knows." He was glad that Han Tao was still in a coma at this time, and said to himself, "I sprinkled so many elixir on you, and drank two drops of blood, it will be evened."

Even though he said that, he was still guilty.

He bent down and stretched out his hand to pat the dragon's tail reassuringly, and sighed: "You don't mind."

Hantao: ..

After saying this, he tilted his head to hold his breath, and quickly dealt with Ni Lin who was still bleeding.Afraid that the scent of dragon's blood would tempt him, he thought for a while and tore a long strip of cloth from the hem of his wedding dress, and wrapped Ni Lin up neatly.

The smell of dragon's blood was mostly covered, and the rest didn't have much effect on him.

Fu Mingxu breathed a sigh of relief and turned his head to look, and was stunned when he saw his masterpiece.

Not to mention, the red cloth tied around the dull golden tail is so ugly that people dare not look directly at it.

After all, it came from his own hands. He scanned the surroundings, sprinkled another layer of powder on the dragon's tail, and pulled the silkworm quilt from the inside of the bed to cover Han Tao's body as a remedy.

After doing this, several burning animal candles were extinguished one after another.The rest of the Poxae flower's breath was weak, and it had little effect for a while, so Fu Mingxu didn't care about it.

He glanced at Han Tao who had his eyes closed tightly, and he was beginning to feel sleepy again wrapped in warmth.

The sky was about to dawn, and he couldn't stand it without cultivation. After thinking that he would not be able to wake up for a while, Fu Mingxu, who had been busy for most of the night, finally chose to climb inside the bed to rest.

The remaining animal candles were emitting their last light. Even though his body was in a coma, Han Tao's mind was completely free of sleepiness.The thoughts in his mind were messy, and at this moment he had already forgotten that today he wanted to be fascinated.

When the last animal candle was extinguished, the darkness falling in the bedroom began to be dispelled by the gradually rising skylight.

Fu Mingxu fell asleep directly until the sky was bright. When he woke up, he looked at the strange roof and was a little dazed.There is a soft and warm touch on the body, as if waking up from a good night's sleep like in the past.

He reacted in a daze for a few moments, and looked outside the bed for the first time, only to realize that he was the only one on the bed.

Han Tao must have woken up again.

No wonder the quilt came back to itself.

His mind was still a little dazed when he just woke up, and when he was fully awake, he sat on the bed and hugged the quilt and began to sort out everything.

All of this seemed to have really changed since his rebirth.

Is it because of yourself?Fu Mingxu wasn't sure, but Han Tao hadn't fallen into a demon so far.He remembered what Immortal Siyang said that at that time Han Tao was seriously injured and could not maintain his human form, and he chose to fall into the devil after his cultivation base was destroyed.

But judging from the fact that after entering the city lord's mansion last night, and the fact that the Fu family dared to replace Fu Shan Qing Chongxi in a majestic manner, all of this may not be as simple as the destruction of cultivation base.

The reason why Xianjun Siyang chose his own "rebirth" is very simple, because at that time, under the catastrophe caused by the magic dragon, he had no intention of seeing Han Tao's help to him, and decided that this was the only causal relationship between the fallen angel and the human race.

He felt that causality was the key to choosing Fu Mingxu's rebirth.

Although Fu Mingxu felt that the real reason was that he didn't belong to any fairy sect at that time, and he didn't have cultivation base, so he wouldn't use the known memory to make trouble after rebirth.

As for himself, by agreeing, he not only wants to continue to search for his missing father, but also repays Han Tao for saving him at that time.

As for why Han Tao rescued him at that time, whether he did it casually or had other reasons, I am afraid that no one except the Fallen Angel at that time knows.

Fu Mingxu stretched out his hand and rubbed his temples, thinking of the annoyance caused by the dragon's blood incident, he decisively decided to treat Han Tao's injuries first.

According to the information he knows, the Dragon Clan has always liked to pursue powerful power, which is a deep inheritance in the blood, even though the Cangling Dao Road has long been cut off from the sky, and there is no possibility of ascension.Even if it is advocating natural birth, our generation is free and unrestrained, isn't there a shortage of people who practice the supreme way?

After all, even if the ladder is not cut off and the road to ascension is still there, only a few people among thousands of people can ascend in the end.

Fu Mingxu thought for a long time, and finally attributed the reason why Hantao chose to fall into the devil to the pursuit of powerful power after his cultivation base was completely destroyed.

Therefore, whether it was for Siyang Xianjun's entrustment, or for repaying the rescue in the previous life, the direction he was going in was generally correct.

After making a decision, Fu Mingxu did not hesitate at all.He changed the wedding dress that he had torn to pieces, and put on the green shirt that he always wore, and while he lifted the curtains and walked outside, he was already thinking about how to heal his injuries.

He had already seen Han Tao's trauma very clearly, all that was left was to know where his internal injuries were so that he could prescribe the right medicine.

Now that Han Tao has woken up, it would save time for him to ask himself.

Pushing open the door, the scenery that I didn't see clearly last night appeared in front of my eyes.

Strange rocks stand, willows hang down, exotic flowers and plants are scattered around, and the undissipated dewdrops on the green and tender leaves reflect the light of stars.

His eyes walked around the red silk hanging under the corridor, and finally stopped on the wide lake in the middle of the scenery.

Fu Mingxu didn't expect that there was such a big lake in the city lord's mansion. The lake was so big that a dragon should fit it.

It's just that when the soaring figure covering the sky and the sun appeared in his mind, he was a little uncertain again.

The City Lord's Mansion doesn't look too big, he guessed that the magic of space folding should be used here.

After lamenting the benefits of a high cultivation base, he couldn't help feeling a little sympathetic to Han Tao whose cultivation base is now ruined.If you have been unable to cultivate like yourself, except for occasional depression, you are used to it.But when a person who is proud of the sky and the earth suddenly falls into the dust, the feeling is probably hard to describe.

Following the memory of last night, Fu Mingxu turned left and right, but couldn't find the exit after a stick of incense.

Fu Mingxu: I am very tired from walking. As expected, this space folding technique is only suitable for people with advanced cultivation.

The strange thing is that since he walked all the way, he has not met a single person in this Nuoda City Lord's Mansion.

The plan to find someone to ask for directions fell through, and Fu Mingxu was so tired that he randomly found a place under the corridor to rest.

The spring is sunny and the scenery at the lake is good. The fly in the ointment is that those exotic flowers and plants are left unattended, and they are all bustling and crowded together, which lacks a bit of beauty.

"Waste everything." Fu Mingxu boredly sorted out the flowers and plants, but he didn't expect to find a few rare elixir trees in the crowded place.

Well, he finally knew why no one noticed the broken blood flower in the animal candle.

Looking at the neglected elixir, Fu Mingxu's heart warmed up, and the hem of his blue clothes moved with the wind. He walked to a strange rock, and when he bent down to reach out his hand, there was suddenly the sound of splashing water.

The author says:

Han Tao: He actually likes to drink my blood...