Peony Overlord [Rebirth]

"Your third son is not a person who suffers. It's not impossible to bite, and you should let me know how you became like this." Xing Yanhong grabbed Chu Xinle's thin chin, forcing him to look up at himself eyes.

The vibration in the chest became more and more violent, and the desire in my heart was as strong as a stranded fish wanting to return to the sea.

"The Shi family was born with bloodthirsty disease, Shi Jiaming has been taking blood pills to suppress it, I, I didn't take it." Chu Xinle's sweat dripped from his forehead and disappeared into his ink-stained temples, he said anxiously Slow, full of eagerness between the lines.

Xing Yanhong frowned, his eyes were too dark to see the light: "Born?"

"Yes..." Chu Xinle grabbed Xing Yanhong's wrist pinching her chin, and felt the pulse fluctuate.

He could feel the scorching hotness of the blood flowing inside, and could imagine the creamy, fishy sweetness of that blood. He longed to bite off the flesh attached to it, and enjoy it to his heart's content.

Xing Yanhong didn't ask any more questions, and he wouldn't let this man ask for his own neck. He pulled out the dagger between his knees and cut his index finger. Blood gushed out instantly, wetting his fingertips, and then stretched it out in front of Chu Xinle. , beckoning him to hurry up.

The longing was right in front of his eyes, no matter how strong Chu Xinle's self-control was, he would never be able to hold it back. He bit it and stopped letting go, and began to eat like a child drinking milk.

The soreness of his fingertips made Xing Yanhong a little dazed. He still maintained the propped up posture, his eyes never moved away from Chu Xinle's face for a moment, his arms were already numb, and the veins on his fingers burst out. After some time, Xing Yanhong came back to his senses. , ruthlessly retracted his fingers, ignoring Chu Xinle's unsatisfied pitiful appearance.

He stood up, reached out and took out a handkerchief from his pocket to wipe off the drool on his fingertips. The handkerchief was embroidered with peonies, and the needlework was exquisite. It was not commonplace at first glance. After he wiped it off, he put the handkerchief back into his arms middle.

The irritability in Chu Xinle's heart is slowly subsiding, her drowsy head is gradually clearing up, her face has also calmed down, her head starts to turn, and she seems to be belatedly remembering something important.

Shi Haoming once told him that if he touches human blood once, the blood pill will no longer work, and since then, he has to drink Xing Yanhong's blood every month until he dies.

The fishy smell in Chu Xinle's mouth hadn't subsided yet, he pursed his lips unsatisfied, and said with a smile: "Xing Boluan, I will never be able to leave you in the future."

The scar on Xing Yanhong's finger was no longer bleeding, but he was in pain. He looked at Chu Xinle who was trying to sit up, and said, "What? I fell in love with your third son." He shook his head again, joking in disbelief: "We've only been together for so long, and we fell in love after drinking blood, Chu Yi'an, if you don't take responsibility, it will hurt your third brother's heart."

"..."

He said this, as if he wasn't the one who pushed himself down to take off his clothes.

"Since you're awake, go take a shower and change your clothes. Don't you still need to load the medicine tomorrow morning?" Xing Yanhong threw the robe that he hadn't taken off since entering the room on the hanger, and then went to untie the thick clothes on his body.

"Are you first or me first?" They lived in the same room, so naturally there was only one bath tub, so they had to be prioritized.

Hearing his question, Xing Yanhong paused his fingers to untie his clothes, and smiled again: "I've done that just now, so why be ashamed, let's wash together."

"..."

Chu Xinle ignored his words, stood up and took off the obscene clothes on her upper body, leaving only a pair of trousers, walked past Xing Yanhong, glanced at him, and said noncommittally: "Then I will wash it first, third son."

After finishing speaking, he walked directly behind the screen.

Xing Yanhong stopped undressing his clothes, and his eyes were fixed on Chu Xinle. Although he turned around while walking, his smooth and thin back shoulders and neck were exposed, showing transparent white, because of the thin and protruding scapula. Reflecting the light, the whole figure is like a piece of fragile and gorgeous porcelain, slipping from under Xing Yanhong's eyes into behind the screen.

When Xing Yanhong came out after washing, Chu Xinle had already fallen asleep, just like last night, the lamp was not turned on, leaving half space outside for him.

He blew out the oil lamp, and sat on his chair from last night again, wanting to make it through the night, but before he could close his eyes, he heard a voice from the footsteps: "Aren't you coming up?"

Like an intimate invitation, but also like mocking something.

"You want me to go up?" Xing Yanhong asked without moving.

Using the faint moonlight, he saw Chu Xinle turn to face the body inside, rubbing the quilt and making rustling noises.

"If you don't come, turn on the lamp." Chu Xinle ordered without answering him.

Although Xing Yanhong didn't sleep with Chu Xinle for a few nights, he was cautious and kept everything in mind. He remembered that Chu Xinle didn't seem to have the habit of turning off the lights when sleeping.

"Afraid of the dark? Or afraid of ghosts?" Xing Yanhong said with a smile, which sounded like a mockery to Chu Xinle.

The darkness made him impatient, and he asked back: "After all, the third son grew up riding a horse on the grassland. It seems that he is not afraid of heaven and earth."

Xing Yanhong was also not self-effacing, and generously admitted: "Yes, you are not afraid of the third son."

"But I'm not." Chu Xinle's voice cooled down, not as sticky as before: "I'm afraid of the dark, I'm also afraid of ghosts, and I'm even more afraid of my parents coming to find me."

The eaves outside the window couldn't bear the heavy snow, so it slid down and hit the frozen rockery in the yard. It looked creepy and terrifying in the dead night, but Chu Xinle's voice seemed even more terrifying, without any warmth: "The third son grew up with honey, how could he understand?"

The black figure sitting in the chair was silent and did not move, and the two of them did not speak any more. The crackling sound of the charcoal grilling fire in the room covered the restless breathing of the two of them. I don't know how long it has passed, but it was so long that Chu Xinle almost lost her sleepiness. Only then did Xing Yanhong get up, lay down on the half of the couch that had been reserved, pulled off Chu Xinle's quilt to wrap both of them in, and said, "Go to sleep."

There is no dream all night, only the fragrance of green grass around you.

Early in the morning, Chu Xinle ordered Chen Fan to take the medicine. After all, everything had been arranged, and he just needed to load it into the car. If the time was fast, he could set off to go back tonight.Chu Xinle put on Xing Yanhong's black robe and sneaked into He's residence.

Perhaps it was because it was too early, no one got up yet, I saw some servant girls busy back and forth, Chu Xinle avoided everyone's eyes and ears, and sneaked into the martial arts field, as expected, a strong body was practicing sword shirtless, here In the twelfth lunar month of winter, he didn't seem to be afraid of the cold, a layer of sweat condensed on his body, and his muscular back was covered with scars of different sizes. Although it was not as thick as the young man's, it was still enough to make others admire.

Chu Xinle looked around and found that there was no one else in the training ground except him.

"Who—!" At this moment, Huo Gang noticed the movement here, raised his sword and stabbed at him, but Chu Xinle dodged to dodge.

The sharp sword made a piercing long cry from the wind. His strength was ruthless and his speed was extremely fast. He was even faster than yesterday. Chu Xinle's eyes were dark as he dodged. It seemed that Xing Yanhong was able to succeed yesterday completely by surprise. Light.

"Old Huo." Seeing that she was not one-tenth faster than him, Chu Xinle could only shout.

Huo Gang didn't stop, but the attack speed was slower than before, and asked: "Who dares to break into He's house!"

"It's me." Chu Xinle pulled off the hat that covered her, revealing her face.

Huo Gang only withdrew the move when he saw that face. Although he only saw Chu Xinle yesterday, this face was too outstanding, like the plum blossom in full bloom in the cold winter. The person is elegant and reserved, even Huo Gang couldn't help admiring in his heart.

So fucking good looking!

"Aren't you the beauty who was robbed yesterday? Why did you come to He Mansion by yourself again? Looking for He Zuozhou?" Huo Gang withdrew his sword.

Chu Xin smiled without saying a word, and only asked, "Mr. Huo used to disdain being in this kind of place."

Huo Gang's expression froze, his wrinkled eyes stared at Chu Xinle, and asked, "Who are you?"

Chu Xinle ignored it, looked at the sword in Huo Gang's hand, and said, "Mr. Huo used to be the most powerful warrior under Yun Tingke. I think it was because of Mr. Huo that Yun Tingke was able to sit firmly in one of the five great families. It should be reused for you, how can I abandon you?"

Huo Gang stood silent, the hand holding the scabbard was tightening, the cold wind was blowing his messy gray hair, the old face was not drunk, but firm and clear, he smiled for a long time and said: "Shi What does the second son of the family mean? He tried his best to sneak into He's house early in the morning just to see Huo's jokes?"

"How do you know my identity?" Chu Xinle saluted.

"I have never seen anyone in this Langya. You look too outstanding. There is no one in Langya to look down on you. Now it is time for the Shi family to transport medicine, but Shi Zhenming has never been seen from the beginning to the end. Presumably it is Shi Er Shuzi who was just brought up by Shi Enze."

Huo Gang is really smart. His thoroughness and clarity are mixed with his unruly appearance, which seems a bit out of place.

"Mr. Huo is amazing, I really didn't come here to make fun of you." Chu Xinle gathered his robe, and Xing Yanhong's smell made him feel at ease inexplicably: "He Zuozhou is greedy and dispirited, the He family is useless to you, the whole Langya is In the world of the Xue family, Xue Man is arrogant and conceited by nature, and the Xue family is good at using bows, so naturally they don't want to see you, who came from the Yun family. You have been brave all your life, and half of your life has been wasted to the Yun family. Huo Lao, the remaining half of your life, you have to plan for yourself .”

"What do you mean?" Huo Gang didn't seem to understand at the moment.

Chu Xinle laughed, put on her robe and hat again, and said, "Of course you understand what you mean."

"You want me to assist the Shi family?" Huo Gang asked.

Chu Xinle shook her head, her affectionate eyes were as deep as an abyss: "It's not to assist the Shi family, you don't need to assist any aristocratic family."

When Huo Gang heard this sentence, he suddenly understood something. He narrowed his eyes, looked Chu Xinle up and down, and said, "You..."

"Judge people by their appearance, Ziyu who is lost, we will set off to return to Runan at midnight tonight, if Mr. Huo is the same, wait at the city gate." After Chu Xinle said that, he dodged and hid in a corner without being seen.

"Master, you got up too early." As soon as Chu Xinle left, he saw He Zuozhou strolling over in disheveled clothes.

Huo Gangfu stared at the corner of the wall where Chu Xinle disappeared again, without saying anything else.

Xing Yanhong slept late last night and didn't wake up this morning. When he woke up, he saw Chu Xinle just entered the door.

"Where did you go?" Xing Yanhong sat up and stretched his shoulders and neck.

"Pack the medicine, let's go at midnight." Chu Xinle didn't take off the robe, and sat down directly to drink a glass of water.

Xing Yanhong woke up completely, and asked: "In such a hurry? Hurrying back to celebrate the New Year with that younger brother of yours?"

Chu Xinle rubbed the teacup with her fingers, looked sideways at him, put on the hook again with affectionate eyes, and said, "Yes, I can't wait."

"Tsk..." Xing Yanhong folded his arms and tilted his head unhappily, and said, "You are still wearing the third son's robe, but you are thinking of other men in your heart, Yi An, you really hurt the third son's heart." .”

Chu Xinle was not ashamed when he said it, but she wrapped her robe tightly and said, "What should I do? I'm addicted to you, so I don't want to take it off."

The hotness in Xing Yanhong's eyes was picked up by Chu Xinle again, he got off the bed and sat opposite Chu Xinle, took the half cup of tea left in Chu Xinle's hand and drank it down in one gulp, the tea became cold and the heat subsided slightly point.

"Go back the same way?" Xing Yanhong asked.

Chu Xinle replied: "Of course not. I don't know how many people are waiting to take my life on the original road."

"That's why you left so early." Xing Yanhong poured another cup of hot tea and stuffed it into Chu Xinle's icy hands.

"Yes." Chu Xinle looked directly at him, hooked his fingers while he was stuffing the teacup in her hand, raised the tail of her eyes, and said, "Third Young Master, I cherish my life."