"Relax, let go!"
The man frowned, glanced at him dissatisfied, and pursed his lips, showing a bit of anger.
Jing Zetian paused for a moment, then moved his gaze downwards, falling in front of him, and saw that he was biting the opponent's palm and swallowing the blood from the wound. He was startled for a moment and immediately let go of the other party.
"You still bite, you barbarian, that's really too much!"
He Qingming withdrew his hand and looked displeased.
His palm was full of blood, and there were two rows of teeth marks, which were almost bitten by the kid.
He is an innate holy body, with terrifying immortal spiritual power flowing in his blood. His flesh, flesh, muscles and bones are all treasures. Even if this body was only created by his distraction, it still has a considerable effect.
Seeing that Jing Zetian was losing blood and was about to die, he kindly gave him some blood. He originally thought that just giving him a little would be enough, but unexpectedly, this kid was as greedy as a hungry beast, biting him and not letting go, burying his head in drinking.
He couldn't push Jing Zetian away because he was afraid something would happen to the boy.
When Jing Zetian saw clearly what happened, his eyes clearly flashed with disbelief, and he froze on the spot, quite at a loss.
"Have you suppressed it?"
He Qingming saw that he was already normal, and he didn't forget to ask about the other person's situation.
Jing Zetian was stunned, lowered his eyes, and fixed his gaze on He Qingming's injured hand.
The blood slid down the flesh, dyeing the other person's white skin red like a hook. That hand was beautiful, with slender fingers and beautiful lines. It looked like he had never held a thick and heavy sword. It was better than the finest fat jade. It had no flaws and looked very soft. It made him want to...
He Qingming was so angry that he didn't notice the look in his eyes. When he came back to his senses, he saw Jing Zetian suddenly approaching and burying his head. Before he could react, he felt moisture coming from his palms.
The young man buried his head and licked his hand like an animal, his tongue stained with rich blood, and his lips almost kissed, making a faint sound of water.
The distance between the two people has shrunk to almost nothing. If there are outsiders, they will definitely see this scene.
The young man put one hand on the girl's side, buried his head down, and held the girl's hand with the other hand, licking the blood and the injury carefully. The black hair scattered like crow feathers covered the young man's appearance, but his cold and handsome outline was vaguely visible. .
He was so focused that he carefully licked the knuckles and between the fingers, as if he wanted to lick the other person's hand clean.
He Qingming didn't expect Jing Zetian to do this suddenly. When he was pushed over, he was stunned and his mind went blank. Ever since he was a child, no one had dared to do this to him. He was stunned for too long, and his whole body was stiff and allowed the other person to act. He couldn't even say a barbaric sentence, his eyes were like ice and snow, and he didn't know how to react.
Fortunately, after the boy licked it clean, he obediently raised his head and distanced himself a little.
When their eyes collided, He Qingming finally reacted, his face turned red, hesitantly said "you, you", staring at the other person like a small animal with fried hair.
However, Jing Zetian seemed to have just done a normal thing and said with a normal expression: "You are injured, I will help you treat it."
What kind of treatment is needed? He Qingming was immediately annoyed, but thinking that the other party had lived among the wild beasts for most of his life, he couldn't refute it for a moment. These wild beasts seemed to have this habit.
Any wound, just lick it.
So, does this guy just want to help himself?
He Qingming thought for a moment and became a little angry, because when he lowered his eyes, he saw that it was exactly as the other party said. The wound had already healed before he took the initiative to heal himself. This kid's body fluids may indeed have therapeutic effects.
But, but it can’t be so sudden. He Qingming's face was still a little red, his true nature was exposed, and he stared at the other party angrily.
After all, he was a peerless genius that the Taoist sect held in high esteem. He was well protected from worldly matters and isolated from too many unnecessary things, so his mind was very pure.
In response, Jing Zetian looked into those eyes and said bluntly: "Thank you very much."
"Thank you?"
He Qingming was immediately in disbelief, and Barbarian would also thank him. Is this the sun coming out in the west?
But at this moment, Jingze Tian was looking at him steadily, his eyes were bright, piercing people's hearts, and as sharp as a sharp blade.
"You saved me."
He said solemnly again.
Somehow, facing such a serious Aotian, He Qingming couldn't say anything harsh. He just nodded instinctively and said, "It's good that you know."
They were sitting on a flying boat transformed by spiritual power, hundreds of miles away from the ground. The sea of clouds was stretching beside them, layer upon layer, and it was so beautiful.
"But I still don't understand why you saved me."
The young man Aotian was extremely wary and still wanted to find out the real reason.
He Qingming glanced at Jing Zetian, put his hands back into his sleeves and said, "A teacher asked me to help you, that's all."
This is also true. It's just that the "teacher" is not a big shot in the Dao Sect, but an inexplicable "system".
He didn't give Jing Zetian a chance to ask further questions and continued: "It doesn't want to be named. I'm just entrusted by others. Just know it. I will help you whether you are willing or not."
As the story goes, every Long Aotian has a golden finger around him, so just think of me as your golden finger.
Otherwise, if you disappear outside in a daze, what will you do with your destiny?
He looked at Jing Zetian, his icy eyes showed no hypocrisy, they were still full of curiosity as before.
Jing Zetian was stunned for a moment when He Qingming looked at him, and couldn't help but fell into deep thought.
This person has no ill intentions towards him, he seems to be really just here to help him. He seems simple-minded, even a little stupid...
At this time, He Qingming glanced into the distance and suddenly said: "By the way, you don't want anyone to know that I gave you the immortal bones."
The speed of the flying boat was very fast, and it had almost reached the gathering place of the cultivators.
Jing Zetian raised his eyes. Although he didn't speak, his eyes showed some confusion.
He Qingming stood up, letting his silver hair fall like feathers, "If others find out, you will get into a lot of trouble and your life will be in danger."
The situation was critical before, so he had no choice but to use the immortal bones to save his life. If the sect pursued him, he could claim that he accidentally lost the immortal bones. As the leader, the sect might punish him, but they would not really do anything to him. In addition, he can easily find new immortal bones in ten years and make up for his mistakes, so he doesn't have to worry too much.
But if Jing Zetian lets others know about this, it will definitely lead to death.
So he still wanted to remind Jing Zetian.
After hearing this, the young man asked a very important question, "Why don't you use it?"
He Qingming turned his eyes, as if he was amused by him, his face looked like a newly blooming peach blossom, and he smiled: "I don't have to, I cultivate myself and don't rely on external things."
"..."
Just for a moment, Jing Zetian was stunned again.
Because of that person's natural self-confidence and overly strong Taoist heart.
"But your situation is a bit special, and you have your own way."
He Qingming was very satisfied with Aotian's surprise. After getting acquainted with him, he talked more and said, "I saved you today, but you can't stab me in the future."
He was about to say kill, but stopped temporarily and stabbed instead. In his expectation, he couldn't lose, so this kid would sneak up on him and stab him. He needs to be on guard!
Jing Zetian came back to his senses and didn't know why, but promised: "No."
He Qingming was a little surprised and moved closer to Jing Zetian unconsciously.
"Really?" It says in the script that you will kill me in the future.
Jing Zetian nodded, but when he saw the other party, he still didn't believe it. He frowned and thought, and said in a deep voice: "Unless..."
"Unless what?"
He Qingming became interested.
"Deceit, betrayal."
Jing Zetian spoke word by word, with murderous intent in his tone, and his eyes were sharp.
"Yeah?"
He Qingming was about to say that it was normal, but suddenly he thought that he was using a fake identity to deceive the other party. His expression suddenly froze, but he felt that it was nothing. He had no ill intentions, and he had helped the other party so much. He gave the immortal bones and even his own blood. , it was the first time he took care of someone like this, and it was the other person who benefited. Besides, as long as it's not discovered, it'll be fine.
But seriously, it would be great if they could get to know each other normally. No matter what, Jing Zetian's words still made He Qingming feel a little uneasy about his conscience.
"..."
Jing Zetian stared at He Qingming, unable to look away.
It's not that he doesn't understand beauty and ugliness, he just doesn't care too much. However, this person... is so good-looking.
Just being there makes the surroundings eclipse, and no matter how beautiful the scenery is, it cannot compete with it.
He couldn't help but fixate his eyes on that person, chasing every movement of the other person, even if it was just a slight smile.
But no, I can’t watch.
Things that tempt people's hearts are the most dangerous, so be careful and guard against them. Mother said.
But his racial instinct...can't help but yearn for beautiful and powerful creatures.
Jing Zetian lowered his eyes, forced himself to look away, focused on himself, and emphasized again: "No, I promise."
He Qingming saw his seriousness and did not make things difficult for the other party. He smiled and said: "I understand. Just concentrate on your recovery. The next step is the challenge. You haven't experienced the competition of ancient inheritance, have you? Then you will see arrive."
"Um."
The young man pretended to be indifferent and lowered his gaze. However, his five senses were too strong and he could always smell the fragrant smell of the other person.
I could ignore it before, but after drinking the other person's blood, it's like eating the marrow to know the taste. I am easily tempted, my mouth is dry, and I even feel hungry.
I really want to... taste that taste again. But no, absolutely not.
He reprimanded himself and immediately returned to practice.
He Qingming didn't know what he was thinking. He just felt that he took care of the other party so much, and the other party was still so cold after thanking him. How could he still complete the task? This guy is just a piece of wood.
He was having a battle between heaven and man in his mind. Because he was distracted from fending for things, his mind was quite tired, and he lost blood. As he was thinking about it, he unintentionally fell down beside the boat and collapsed from exhaustion.
After a while, Jing Zetian stabilized his physical condition and consolidated the foundation again. After several life-and-death struggles, his Dao base grew exponentially and became extraordinary.
He took a deep breath, opened his eyes, and suddenly felt something was wrong. He saw He Qingming coming closer at some point, lying on top of him and sleeping soundly. His snow-white neck was dazzlingly white in the sun.
"..."
Jing Zetian took another deep breath.
