The boys ran away like a frightened person. The little beggar, covered in bruises, struggled to open his eyes in a daze, and saw a handsome young man in white clothes standing in the halo, clean and upright.

It looks really good.

Is he a god?

The little beggar thought intently.

The young man in white clothes sighed softly, as if compassionate and gentle, stretched out his hand to her in the mud,

"Would you like to follow me?"

The little beggar was stunned by the oncoming surprise for a moment, and he couldn't even say the word "will" and just clumsyly stretched out his hand to the young master, but he saw his hands full of dirty hands, and stopped in the air with inferiority and timidity, with a faint sense of retraction, and was afraid of staining the young master's white hand.

The young master just smiled slightly and took the initiative to take her hand.

"I'm Lin Xuzhi." He asked softly: "What's your name?"

"...I, I don't have a name." The little gai'er blushed, bit her lip tightly, and stuttered in ignorance: "But, but they all call me Xiaojiu."

The young master thought about it thoughtfully and said gentlely: "From now on, you will follow my surname, Lin, and Jiuer. It will last forever."

He led her into the sun.

At that time, Lin Jiuer thought she had found redemption, and eight years of suffering were exchanged for the mercy of the gods.

Later she realized that it was not mercy, and the young master was not a god of beggars.

Lin Xuzhi was just the pusher that crushed Lin Jiuer in the abyss and was the last straw.

Facing the direction of the light, the sun was so strong that it could hardly open its eyes.

The world shattered silently.

When Ranbai woke up again, he found that he could re-dominate this body.

She moved her fingers, glanced around casually, and recognized that it was the wedding room at the beginning, but it seemed that a long time had passed, and the decorations in the room had been replaced with simple and plain colors. The word "四" posted in the center had long been torn off and disappeared, and the whole room showed a quaint and purity.

At this moment, several maids pushed the door and walked down.

One of them looked familiar with the one who had seen before.

However, the things on the tray they were holding were a little weird and something was wrong.

On the tray was placed an empty blue and white porcelain bowl, a dagger, and a roll of gauze.

Judging from their appearance, it is obviously accustomed to them, and it is not the first time that happened.

Ranbai could roughly guess what he was going to do.

"Madam." The maid in the head smiled. She couldn't tell from her attitude that respect on that day, and even she had a cold and pale feeling when she smiled.

"The time for each month is here," she whispered, "please acknowledge."

Ranbai looked at her without expression.

What I heard in the study before and the scene now blend perfectly together.

I think the blood of the original body has a certain effect on the young master of Lin's mansion and is good for his body.

This may also be the biggest reason why the original body stayed in the Lin Mansion and even became the young lady.

According to this timeline, the tomb owner must cooperate.

But this kind of blood-retrieval is not necessarily the case with Ranbai. She is sick and makes people get blood-retrieval.

She paused for a moment, and then thought of the purpose of her immortal king again.

If you don't follow the plot, you won't know what unexpected mistakes will happen.

OK.

She is really sick.

The girl in red leaned lazily against the back of the chair, stretching out her hand casually without even blinking her eyes: "Hurry up."

The maid kept smiling, picked up the sharp dagger on the tray, stepped forward and cut the girl's white and thin wrist. The blade slashed through the blood vessels with distinct veins on her wrist, and the red blood quickly oozed out. It looked a little shocking on her originally cold and white complexion.

Another maid held a porcelain bowl and followed by blood, and it seemed that she was going to take the whole bowl rhythm.

Listening to what the maid said, it is necessary to take blood at least once a month.

The sharp stinging moment came from the wrist being cut by a sharp blade, and even the heart was ached. That should be the emotion of the tomb owner himself.

The girl's face turned pale due to excessive blood loss. She supported her chin with one hand and lowered her eyes. She looked a little lazy and didn't care much.

"Damn it?" Feng Luo was surprised and had a strange tone: "Host, what are you doing?"

Ranbai is not anxious or slow: "Occasionally bleeding is beneficial to physical and mental health."

"..." Feng Luo: "Okay, okay."

Whatever you say is right and what is right about the host.

The bright red blood flowed into the bowl and slowly filled it.

The original body, mind and mouth are getting more and more painful, like some resistance brought by the remaining consciousness.

"What are you doing?"

The door that was originally closed was suddenly pushed open, and his cold voice fell without any temperature.

The maid's movement of holding the dagger obviously stopped. She turned around and looked at the figure at the door, her face changed, and she hurriedly saluted, "Young Master."

The young master is dressed in snow and his hair is as weak as jade, and his temperament is as elegant as ice and snow. He is always elegant and solemn.

But by looking at the temperament, Ranbai will know who the visitor is.

Not Lin Xuzhi.

It's her master.

Ranbai looked motionless and subconsciously lowered his hands, half covering his wrists with his sleeves.

But Yu Chen had obviously seen the scene in the room. He put one hand behind him, his finger bones turned white, and his deep eyes were extremely cold, and it fell on Ranbai's body and condensed.

"Young Master." The maid named Ling'er, and she looked at the young man carefully at this moment: "I will finish taking the blood soon. You should stop watching this and be careful to hit you."

"Get out." The immortal king spitted out a word, his tone as cold as the cold winter and snow.

The maid was stunned.

Ranbai was also a little surprised.

The immortal king has always been very etiquette and always has meticulous and solemnity, and has never said anything serious.

Now that I actually say such a word, it's really...

Surprisingly.

The maid seemed to be frightened and a little at a loss, "Young Master..."

This scene was almost a default thing in their vassal palaces, and everyone knew it well, and even the young master always made it a default.

But how did this time...

But the young master looked gentle and friendly on weekdays, but this time his temperament was really cold and terrifying, and he felt extremely oppressive. The pressure from the surface overwhelmed the delicate and stunning face, making people subconsciously feel scared.

The maid didn't know what was going on, and she didn't expect that the young master would be so cold when he got angry.

She slowly put down the dagger, not knowing why, and did not dare to act rashly, so she could only retreat first. The moment she closed the door, a trace of haze flashed through her eyes, but it quickly disappeared.

After the maids left, only the two of them were left in the room, and the atmosphere somehow solidified.

Ranbai shouted: "Master?"

The young immortal king walked towards her step by step, and his slender figure stopped in front of the girl, leaving a shadow.
Chapter completed!