MTL - The #1 Pretty Boy of the Immortal Path-Chapter 170 Phoenix bath fire

The sky is bloody, and it's an instant.

Ling Fengxiao closed her eyes slowly.

He looked calm, as if doing something common.

It's such an ordinary thing as eating a panacea and drinking a glass of water ...

Suddenly the blood mist swelled up!

Ling Fengxiao frowned slightly, seemingly suffering great pain.

Lin Shu took his hand and tried to lose some spiritual power.

Ling Fengxiao held him back, with great strength, her fingers trembling slightly.

The hands are cold and the bones are cold.

Lin Shu's aura, which had penetrated into his body, was immediately bounced out by the wrathful resentment!

It was a sheer sinful resentment. At the first touch, the ears of ten thousand ghosts screamed.

This is the life of the world. For three hundred years, in the midst of war and hunger, the resentment and sorrow accumulated under sorrow and despair.

The gathering of sand can be a tower, and the axillary can be turned into a fur. Once the grievances of sentient beings gather together, it is the force that makes the whole world turbulent.

As said by Chen Gongzi ... Once such resentment is scattered in the earth, it will be the beginning of a troubled world.

At that time, Lin Shu was still thinking that the big witch was dead, and Xiao Yan didn't seem to love fighting too much. By the time the demon ran rampant, the camp was divided into two sides of the demon and it was a stretch of war. He thought what Ling Fengxiao would do.

Most likely, they first negotiated peace with Beixia, and then began to set up warfare. Finally, they devoted themselves to battle and became famous.

But Ling Fengxiao did not do so.

He took the initiative to melt the core of that grudge into his own body.

What will happen, Lin Shu doesn't know.

Will he go into trouble and lose his mind, or be controlled by resentment and become another big witch?

He couldn't do anything, he could only reach out his right hand and gently poke the sweaty hair of Ling Fengxiao's forehead slightly.

A drop of blood-red tears lingered in the corner of Ling Fengxiao's eyes.

He reached out and slowly wiped away, the bright and beautiful blood color came from the corner of his eye, and fainted on the pale pale cheek of Ling Fengxiao.

The surrounding blood mist seems to be thicker. These unknown mists contain obvious malice, slowly swirling around them, forming a blood-red swirl.

A cold hand held his right wrist.

He heard Ling Fengxiao's voice in his ear, "Baby, I hurt."

Lin Shu hugged him and patted him on the back.

Ling Fengxiao hugged him and buried her face on his shoulder.

He was trembling all over.

Lin Shu knew that only one person would have such a reaction when he endured extreme pain.

All the resentment between heaven and earth is eroding his body, his mind, and even his entire soul.

This is not something a person can bear, nor is it something a single person should bear.

No one asked Ling Fengxiao to do this, and no one would blame him for not doing it—he could not have done so.

But at the same time, Lin Shu was soberly aware that this was what Ling Fengxiao would do.

If you kill one person, you can save ten people, and if you kill 10,000 people, you can save 100,000 people. As a monarch, you will kill them decisively.

But if it was himself who was to sacrifice ten people, 100,000 people, and one million people?

To say that it is the scum of the kingdom is to be the owner of the society, and to be ominous to the kingdom is to be the king of the world, but ...

Lin Shu thought wildly about something, gently stroking the long hair spreading out by Ling Fengxiao, and accidentally turned his eyes to see that he had already been stabbed with blood on his shoulders.

Blood shed tears, endless, is Ling Fengxiao crying, or is the world crying in despair?

He remembered the way Ling Fengxiao comforted himself before, and learned the same way, and said to Ling Fengxiao, "Stop crying."

Ling Fengxiao returned to bite his shoulder.

Lin Shu: "..."

Fine.

He continued to smooth the hair of Ling Fengxiao.

Along the way, I remembered that in the kingdom of bliss, when I blocked Ling Fengxiao from the sword, I suddenly used the eighth type of "Sauvignon Blanc" in "Lifetime Mind".

In Jiange, after he realized the seventh style "a leaf lonely boat", the eighth style went no further, and only realized that there was a tricky condition for this trick.

This is not a completely offensive move, nor is it a total defense. There is no need to defend it. Even when it comes out, there will be many flaws in the body. When facing a strong enemy, it is likely to be seriously injured.

This trick is not superb and perfect.

But there is a place that is perfect.

Behind.

Those who used this trick were absolutely safe behind him.

So the meaning of this move is not to attack or defend, but to protect the things behind or the people behind.

Only in this case can this trick be used.

A person who cultivates "Sauvignon Blanc" without emotion should have no one or something to protect.

But if this person is Ling Fengxiao, he can still do it.

Even Sauvignon Blanc is allowed.

Lin Shupo was a little relieved, and his hair movements were much lighter.

Little Phoenix, still cute.

I don't know how long it has been, the blood fog around is still so dense, but the sharp maliciousness has gradually faded.

At the same time, these blood mists-slowly poured into Ling Fengxiao's body.

The endless blood mist surrounds his body like layers of red lotus, and it seems to be a cold flame.

Lin Shu saw that his body was gradually fading in his arms, as if something had changed in the interior, and it changed back after a while, clearly disappearing, as if it was no longer something that should be in the world.

The fire in **** licked, and the color in front of him gradually became strong. He found that he could no longer see the appearance of Ling Fengxiao, but he could only see a vague blood mist.

He thought that it would be good to be anything.

In the void that was entered by the two-faced Buddha, the two of them became two light spots, and they could also go around each other, playing well.

As long as Ling Fengxiao.

As long as that little Phoenix can come back.

He felt that his heartbeat was gradually accelerating, and for a moment, he heard it in the haze.

"Ling Fengxiao," he heard his voice, "Ling Fengxiao, Xiao Shao ..."

He called the man's name over and over again.

Keep shouting and thinking, don't get lost.

He didn't have a loud voice and didn't use much force, but in the end, his voice was still dumb.

The blood mist was decreasing, and he clearly saw the trend.

On the stars in the sky, the fierce blood red light is gradually weakening.

The disappearing blood color all merged into Ling Fengxiao.

The world in front of Lin Shu is clearer.

He is no longer holding the thin waist of Dan Zhu.

It was held by unknown creatures.

The unknown creature seemed to have a face of Xiao Shao.

Lin Shu poked his hand indifferently, it was human skin and the temperature rose a little.

The world before us is a little clearer.

He was like a person watching a phoenix nirvana, eagerly wondering if this nirvana was successful, and a phoenix or a roast chicken was born.

So he rubbed his eyes.

Before rubbing it twice, the wrist was held down.

Lin Shu looked up and met Xiao Shao's eyes.

Visually overstimulated by blood color slowly returned to normal.

He saw a pair of dark black pupils.

The shape is still that good-looking shape, but it is dull and dull, and it means something indifferent.

He saw Xiao Shao at this time, in a gorgeous black robe, with dark blood flowing in the dark lines of his clothes, and a well-deserved knife around his waist, still the appearance of evil spirit.

Behind the red lotus industry fire, the sea of ​​blood is boundless, reflecting the blood on his eyes.

At this moment, if someone tells Lin Shu that he is not in the world, but Shura Hell, or Huang Quan in the underworld, Lin Shu is also a believer.

After all, he was now held down by his wrist, and then forced to raise his face and look at him.

No matter how many times Xiao Shao's face has been seen, Xiao Shao's aesthetics must be washed away, not to mention the strange and strange atmosphere at the moment, not to mention a flavor.

Lin Shu: "Xiao Shao?"

He saw Xiao Shao's look slightly confused, and seemed to think about it, before he answered, "It's me."

The texture of the sound is like spirits, with ice cubes in the spirits, cold texture.

In reply, he squinted for a moment, frowned slightly, and seemed to be in pain.

Lin Shu cared: "Does it still hurt?"

Xiao Shao shook his head.

Lin Shu saw the vague paranoia and indifference in his expression, different from the past, and could not rest assured: "Are you okay?"

Xiao Shao said: "Many people are crying."

Lin Shu: "Huh?"

The cry in the sea of ​​blood did not know when it had subsided, he could not hear it now.

Xiao Shao moved his fingertips slowly across his face, traced the outline, and said, "In my soul."

Lin Shu was described by him as being itchy, and he tilted his head to the side, but did not know how to recruit Xiao Shao.

Xiao Shao forced his face back, asked him to look in his eyes, and then said, "It will be better when you are near you."

As he said, he would continue to touch his face, press his fingertips on his lips, and then kissed his head blankly.

This person is a bit perverted, I'm afraid he has lost his humanity, Lin Shu realized.

He was afraid that Xiao Shao would have a problem with his mind, and asked, "Do you remember me?"

"Remember." Xiao Shao said lightly: "Baby ... call me, I'm back."

Seems sober.

And he will shout "baby", proving that it is still Xiao Shao, not something strange.

Lin Shu felt relieved.

At this time, the blood mist faded many times faster than before, and the stars in the sky almost returned to normal.

At the same time, Xiao Shao's looming momentum slowly climbed.

When everything returned to normal, there was a faint voice outside, and many North Xia Wizards were coming here.

Lin Shu naturally knew that they had just fought with the big witch, and there was a lot of movement. The wizards must have noticed that because of the barrier of blood, they could not enter before, but they can now enter.

Ye Changmeng had many dreams. When he saw that Xiao Shao had nothing to say, he didn't solicit opinions and dragged people back to Qingmingdongtian.

Say hello to my brother and go back to the room.

The bedroom of the devil is naturally reserved for the devil. The two of them live in Dongtian and have a cleaned up room.

As soon as the door was closed, Lin Shu had a slightly ominous hunch, as if locked by something invisible.

He was a bit frizzy all over, turning to look at Xiao Shao.

Xiao Shao was watching him.

"Are you ... okay?" Lin Shu asked again.

Xiao Shao: "OK."

Lin Shu: "... Would you like some hot water?"

Xiao Shao seemed to have a little doubt in his eyes, then shook his head: "No need."

Lin Shu had a lot of things to ask, but for a while, I didn't know where to start.

He pondered over and over again, picking and choosing among these many questions, and finally came up with a more representative-are you still human?

Unexpectedly, as soon as he opened his mouth to ask, he was pressed to bed.

Xiao Shao stood high, expressionless, but still indulged in touching his face a little bit.

From the forehead, to the cheeks, to the corners of the lips.

"You ..." Lin Shu just said a word, and there was no way to speak.

Because Xiao Shao's fingertips separated his lips, and because he was unprepared for a while, he had already passed through his lips and teeth, entered a lot, and hit the tip of his tongue.

Xiao Shao stared at him, then added a finger in.

Lin Shu had something to ask, so he tried to push those two pointers, but this movement seemed to him like he took the initiative to lick and bite those two long fingers.

He watched Xiao Shao's eyes become increasingly wrong, and his heart was gradually panicked.

Xiao Shao leaned down and held his shoulder with the other hand.

"Xianjun," Lin Shu heard Xiao Shao slowly with a slightly hoarse voice, "you are clean."

Lin Shu didn't ask.

He should have known the answer.

Xiao Shao was never alone.