"Demon Ancestor, there is something strange about Miss Ning, please come and take a look."
Fu Mei, who was on one side, caught a glimpse of "Ning Ning"'s face turning purple on the blood jade bed. He stepped forward to check and found that "Ning Ning's" breathing was getting shallower and slower. He quickly called out to Shaojiu, fearing that if the treatment was delayed, Shaojiu would go crazy.
Shaojiu suppressed the strange feeling in her heart and came to the blood jade bed in an instant. She put her big hand on "Ning Ning's" cheek, her face was full of anxious inspection, and her tone could not be gentler: "Ning'er, what's wrong with you? Wake up and look at me. ,OK?"
The forgotten Ning Ning sat in the corner, holding her neck covered with red marks, staring at the tender and tired Shaojiu, with ten thousand grass and mud horses whizzing by in her heart.
If she hadn't been "banned", she would have asked Shaojiu to know why Hua'er was so popular.
Ma De, my neck hurts so much and my voice is hoarse. How much force did that bitch Shaojiu use?
"Ning'er, are you cold? I'll cover your hands."
Listening to Shaojiu warm "Ning Ning" with private things in front of her, she felt as if she was in another world.
Not long ago, Shaojiu was wearing a vest and was entangled with her. Now the two levels have reversed and she has become an outsider. When she looks at it again, she feels relief, bitterness, and the urge to beat someone up.
Ning Ning calmed down her turbulent emotions and saw that everyone in the dormitory was paying attention to "Ning Ning". She endured the pain and tiptoed towards the door.
Seeing victory right in front of her eyes, a goose-warm stone hit her calf, and she fell to the ground with a thud.
With this fall, the smell of blood in her mouth, and the bruised elbows and knees gradually overflowed with a refreshing fragrance.
Shaojiu's nose moved slightly, and he immediately appeared in front of Ning Ning. He squatted down, held Ning Ning's beautiful cheek, and said in a dangerous and fascinating voice, "You are a colorful glazed flower."
It was not a question, but an affirmative sentence, which broke Ning Ning's defenses.
Tears come as they come.
With tears in her eyes, Ning Ning curled up tremblingly and said in a tearful voice: "Master Demon Ancestor, I... I am just a little flower essence, not a colorful glazed flower. If so, how could I be easily caught in the Demon Palace? No. Have you left long ago?"
He said it sincerely, but it was hard to hear. Shaojiu pinched her cheeks impatiently to prevent Ning Ning from saying any more useless words.
"It doesn't matter, you'll know after you try it."
Ning Ning's face changed drastically, thinking that Shaojiu wanted to cut her wrist and bleed "Ning Ning". She burst into a sharp cry, "Ah! Lord Demon Ancestor, my blood doesn't taste good, and my meat tastes even worse. Don’t kill me!”
The nonsensical shouting reached Shaojiu's ears. He coldly covered Ningning's mouth, with a murderous look in his eyes, and said stiffly: "If you keep arguing, I will beat you back to your original shape. You are a little flower spirit anyway." "
The words of being ruthless and cold-blooded refreshed Ning Ning's outlook on life. Mad, men are indeed fickle. When you like it, you will be older than you. When you don't like it, you will be beaten back to your original shape. Men are all big pigs.
Ning Ning's eyes were filled with tears. She succumbed to Shaojiu's power and nodded pitifully. Seeing Shaojiu put down her hand, she took the initiative to cover her mouth and looked at Shaojiu with reproachful eyes, hoping to awaken his conscience.
Shaojiu raised his hand and brushed Ning Ning's forehead. The unique mark of the colorful glazed flowers was revealed, and a fanatical light flashed in his eyes.
He suddenly grasped Ning Ning's arm, dragged her forcefully to the blood jade bed, and gently said to "Ning Ning": "Ning'er, don't be afraid, I will wake you up right away."
Ning Ning curled her lips and looked at Xuanyou who had not yet woken up on the blood jade bed. Her mind was full of questions. She even gave up her body. What was Xuanyou still hesitating about? She doesn't understand.
One of the blades was a red magic knife, placed across Ning Ning's slender neck. It could kill her in an instant.
Ning Ning pinched the blade and pushed it out carefully. The next second, the blade was directly pressed against her neck. Her head was so big that she said: "Demon Ancestor, what is that? Can you test it? If not, don't take my life?"
Perhaps it was her desire to survive that touched the softness of Shaojiu's heart. He took away the magic knife on Ning Ning's neck. He pulled Ning Ning's arm and made a neat cut. The blood spurted out with a delicate fragrance and dripped into " Ning Ning" in his mouth.
A red light suddenly rose, and Ning Ning's eyes flashed with hopeless light. She had to endure this knife.
"Ning Ning" vomited a large mouthful of blood, and the ups and downs of her chest became gentler. Shaojiu was horrified and hurriedly injected her with divine power, growling: "What did you do? Why did Ning'er vomit blood?"
Ning Ning pointed to the tip of her nose in surprise, and said in a weird voice: "Demon Ancestor, it was you who said I could wake her up. From the beginning to the end, I never said this. Also, even if she is gone, it was the Demon Ancestor's fault." Come out. Don't blame me."
As she spoke, she covered the wound on her wrist and took a few steps back resolutely.
Shaojiu was in a hurry and sought medical treatment. He calmed down and said, "Okay, it's my fault. Is there anything you can do?"
"Demon Ancestor, are you asking me? Who am I asking?" Ning Ning rolled her eyes so hard that her eyes almost rolled to the back of her head.
Fu Mei suddenly knelt down and said, "Demon Ancestor, I dare not lie to you. The colorful glazed flowers do have the effect of bringing the dead back to life, unless..."
Ning Ning panicked.
She didn't expect Fu Mei to investigate so clearly. She hurriedly grabbed the words and smiled shyly, "Then what, since my blood is different, why don't Demon Ancestor try to force the blood out?"
Shaojiu had a gloomy face and reluctantly did as she said. He carefully picked up "Ning Ning", pointed his palm at her vest, and suddenly injected his divine power. "Ning Ning" spat out fragrant blood. Then the red light faded and her breathing became stronger.
Seeing this, Ning Ning staggered like a sick ghost, looking for a place to sit down. She took out the wound medicine given by Fu Mei and applied it on the wound on her wrist. As soon as it was applied, it was washed away by blood. She wanted to cry but had no tears. Repeat the smearing action.
A dark shadow enveloped her. Fu Mei, who was so indifferent, squatted down and held her wrist gently. His slender and beautiful hand brushed over her. The wound was healed visibly, and the tingling feeling made her couldn't help but think. He grabbed her, but was slapped away by Fu Mei, who lowered her head.
"Don't blame Demon Ancestor, he is just a poor man trapped in love."
Ning Ning pouted after hearing this. What did it have to do with her that he was trapped in love? Although, but, it was her body, she would never forgive Shaojiu's behavior. How was it any different from a demon who killed innocent people indiscriminately? No, he is a devil.
People under the eaves have to bow their heads.
Ning Ning put on a pitiful expression, raised her head slightly, and said, "Sir, Nalan doesn't know and dare not say anything. She is just very envious, envious of that girl being able to win the love of the Demon Ancestor."
Fu Mei hesitated and said: "You are the Demon Ancestor Xinyue? Then are you willing to serve the Demon Ancestor?"
Ning Ning, who had accidentally tricked herself, was stunned on the spot, what did she mean? Could it be that she is a masochist?
Ning Ning wanted to refuse, but a murderous intention came over her, and she immediately changed her mind, "Sir, Nalan is willing." She burst into tears in her heart.
