"Hand." He said coldly, his tone was silent, but it was inexplicably oppressive.

Ranbai blinked his eyes and stretched out the hand that was not scratched.

Yu Chen looked at her quietly, unable to see any emotions in his eyes, but he just picked up the girl's other hand without saying a word.

Blood flowed along her wrists, dyeing her sleeves deep, and it looked a little scary on her fair fingers.

Yu Chen held her hand and his fingertips were also covered with blood, but the immortal king, who had always been obsessed with cleanliness, stared at her, and said word by word, with a very cold tone: "Don't you know how to refuse?"

Ranbai felt that she was doing well. Even if Yu Chen didn't praise her, she asked her even if she didn't praise her, she tsk and asked back: "Don't you want to follow the illusion?"

"You are the most important thing in the illusion?" The immortal king blurted out and asked. When the words were finished, both of them paused. Yu Chen quickly realized that this sentence did have some sense of ambiguity. He said indifferently: "You are my disciple, and no one can hurt you."

"Master, this is..." The Demon Lord licked his lips, and his bright red lips turned too white because of blood loss. She leaned against the chair and looked up at the young man standing in front of her, "Are you worried about me?"

Yu Chen's movement of holding her fingertips was frozen for a moment, without saying a word.

His long eyelashes drooped slightly, and he looked at the scars on the girl's wrist. The knife was scratched hard, and the wound was very deep. It had not stopped bleeding. Until now, blood was still oozing out. The blood beads slid down and dripped on the ground.

He looked cold, and he pressed his husky lips with one hand and coughed several times, stopped the bleeding of the Demon Lord and treated the wound.

The immortal king looked cold and cold, but his movements were unexpectedly gentle.

"Does it hurt?" Yu Chen asked in a low voice.

Ranbai looked at Yu Chen's concentrated movements of bandaging her wounds, and could see the Xianjun's slender fingers slightly hooked the corners of his lower lip, "It doesn't hurt."

After Ranbai's speech fell,

The immortal's expression was even colder.

Ranbai:?

She clearly said it didn't hurt.

In fact, it’s really nothing to Ranbai for a knife on his wrist, and it really doesn’t hurt, but just a small wound can always be cured.

Since Yu Chen had ideas about the illusion, she didn't mind.

But Yu Chen's reaction did surprise her a little.

Yu Chen looked at the girl's pale face calmly, but he still smiled lazyly, with casual curves on his peach blossom eyes.

He knew what she said was true.

She didn't take it seriously at all.

Maybe others feel sorry for her.

But she actually didn't feel sorry for herself at all.

Very indifferent attitude.

"Nothing is allowed in the future," he said. "Nothing is more important than yourself."

Ranbai said with a oh, and he looked quite well-behaved.

Yu Chen glanced at her and picked up a dagger placed beside her. The dagger was filled with silver light. After flipping his fingertips, he indifferently slashed his wrist and a blood mark appeared.

Ranbai held his wrist, but it was still over. She frowned, "Master, what are you doing?"

The bright red blood set against his cold white and thin wrists. The immortal king calmly dripped the blood flowing out on the place where the girl was injured. His expression did not change at all, and his voice was always sharp: "This body blood is special and can cure the injury."

"Is this injury still necessary to treat it?" Ranbai smiled, more or less difficult to understand, "Master is he trying to have a couple with me?"

Such a sentence suddenly pushed the atmosphere to another atmosphere.

The wound on the girl's wrist was healed at a speed visible to the naked eye, but in the end there was no trace left, and it was impossible to tell that she had just been cut by a dagger.

After a while, I was quiet.

Ranbai broke the silence: "I bandage the master."

Ranbai stood up and directly pressed Yu Chen on the chair he had just sat on.

The doctor does not treat himself. Lin Xuzhi has suffered from strange diseases since childhood and has been lingering for a long time. His blood is a natural treasure of spiritual medicine, but he is powerless to do anything about his own life.

Ranbai carefully bandaged Yu Chen's wounds, and finally tied a very beautiful bow to the immortal king in a bad mood.

"Master." Ranbai smiled and returned the question just now to Yu Chen: "Does it hurt?"

Yu Chen simply didn't answer. He lowered his eyes and looked at the beautiful bow, which was incompatible with the young master's cold temperament: "..."

After dyeing white and bandaging the wound, Yu Chen's hand was not released directly.

She slid her fingertips down and pinched along the clean lines of Yu Chen's fingers.

But he let go before Yu Chen spoke.

It's completely indescribable.

I think the actions of today are completely opposite to what the tomb owner experienced.

"Lin Xuzhi" not only did not default to bleeding, but also stopped all this and used his own blood to save people.

No matter which thing it is, it is completely different from the plot.

The picture in front of me gradually shattered, split into pieces, gradually blurred, time flies rapidly, and it seems that the spring, summer, autumn and winter of the year have passed.

After a strong dizziness, the world returned to silence.

In the dim room, the doors were closed and all the windows were pulled up, and no light source was thrown in.

"Are you awake?"

The man in blue was stunned for a moment, a little incredible. But he quickly smiled indifferently and did not take it to heart.

Yu Chen's gaze gradually returned to focus, and he saw clearly the person in front of him.

It's Su Miye.

To be precise, it is Su Ziye who existed in the life of the tomb owner in the past.

The young man in white leaned weakly on the soft couch, without any strength in his body and could not struggle. He must have been drugged and his face was particularly pale.

Yu Chen looked at the scene in front of him from a third party's perspective and could not control his body, like a consciousness that existed in Lin Xuzhi's body.

He heard his unbelievable hoarse voice: "Midnight? What are you doing!"

Su Ziye in front of him looked indifferent, and he was not as gentle as before: "I heard that the young master of the Lin family had special blood, so he deserved to be well-known."

Lin Xuzhi's expression gradually became surprised, "You are—" how did you know.

Because this matter is too special, it can easily cause death. Almost no one except the Lin family knows about it.

"This is not important." Su Ziye looked at Lin Xuzhi condescendingly, "What's important is that you and I have a few years of friendship. Now that my practice is hindered, you will be willing to help me, right?"

Lin Xuzhi's blood can not only cure all diseases, but also help those who practice immortals ascend to practice, which can greatly increase their cultivation and benefit without any harm.

Su Ziye approached Lin Xuzhi for this reason. He was just a mortal, and he was easy to control.

A trace of ruthlessness flashed through his eyes, and the dagger in his hand gradually approached Lin Xuzhi.

At this moment, the door of the room was suddenly pushed open.

"Young Master——"

Just as two words were left, Ling'er suddenly saw such a scene in the room.

"ah!!"
Chapter completed!