Go Through My Demon Host

  Chapter 3457 What if the disciple always wants to deceive the teacher (48)

  The few teenagers ran away in shock. The bruised little beggar was struggling to open his eyes in the dim consciousness, and saw a white-robed young man standing in the halo, clean and upright.

So lovely.

  Is he a god?

  The little beggar thought foolishly.

  The son in white clothes, like snow, sighed softly, like compassion and softness, and stretched out his hand to her in the quagmire.

   "Will you follow me?"

The little Qi'er was stunned by the oncoming surprise for a while. He couldn't even say the word willing, but awkwardly stretched out his hand to the son, but he saw that his hand was dirty. Dirty, with an inferiority complex, stopped in mid-air timidly, with a faint hint of retreat, fearful of dirtying the young man's white hands.

  And the son just smiled slightly and took the initiative to hold her hand.

   "I am Lin Xuzhi." He asked softly, "What is your name?"

   "...I, I don't have a name." The little beggar blushed, biting her lips tightly, stuttering ignorantly: "But, but they all call me Xiaojiu."

  The son thought for a while, and said kindly: "From then on, your last name will be with me. My name is Lin and my name is Jiu'er. It's a long, long time."

  He led her to walk in the sun.

  At that time, Lin Jiu'er thought that she had found salvation, and eight years of suffering was exchanged for the mercy of the gods.

  Later she realized that it was not mercy, and the son was not a **** of beggars.

  Lin Xuzhi is just the pushing hand that crushed Lin Jiu'er in the abyss, the last straw.

  Facing the direction of the light, the sunlight is so strong that you can barely open your eyes.

  The world shattered silently.

  Waiting for the white waking up again, found that he could control this body again.

She moved her fingers, glanced around carelessly, and recognized that it was the wedding room at the time of the wedding, but it seemed that a long time had passed, and the decorations in the room were replaced with simple and plain colors. The character 囍 pasted in the center has long since been torn off, and the whole room presents a kind of quaint purity.

   Just then, several maids opened the door and walked down.

  One of them was a little familiar with the white, he was the one I had seen before.

  It's just that the things on the tray in their hands are a bit weird.

  An empty blue and white porcelain bowl, a dagger, and a roll of gauze are placed on the tray.

  Looking at their appearance, it is obviously accustomed to it, not the first time it has happened.

  Dyeing white can roughly guess what to do.

  "Madam." The maid headed by her smiled, she couldn't tell from her attitude that she was respectful on that day, and she even had a cold paleness when she was smiling.

   "The time of the month is up." She whispered, "Please forgive me."

  Ranbai looked at her expressionlessly.

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

  The blood that wants to come to the original body has a certain effect on this young man of Lin Mansion, and it is good for his body.

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

  According to this timeline, the tomb owner must cooperate.

  But this kind of blood collection is not necessarily on Yin Bai. She is only ill to let people take blood.

  She paused, and then suddenly thought of the purpose of her fairy monarch.

  If you don’t follow the plot, you still don’t know what will happen unexpectedly.

alright.

  She is really sick.

  The girl in red leaned back in the chair lazily and stretched out her hand at will, without blinking her eyes: "Hurry up."

The maid was smiling all the time, picked up the sharp dagger on the tray, stepped forward and cut off the white and thin wrist that was exposed by the girl. On the originally cold white complexion, it looked a little shocking.

  The other maid took the porcelain bowl and continued blood, seemingly to take the rhythm of the whole bowl.

  Listening to what the maid said, it should be blood taken at least once a month.

  The sharp tingling of the wrist was cut by a sharp blade for a moment, and even the heart was aching. That should be the emotion of the tomb owner.

  The girl's face was faintly pale due to excessive blood loss. She supported her chin with one hand, her eyes drooping, she looked a little lazy and careless.

   "Fucking?!" Feng Luo was uncertain, with a strange tone: "Host, what are you doing?"

  Does not rush into whitening: "Occasionally bleeding is good for physical and mental health."

  "..." Sealed: "Go, go."

  What do you say about the host is reasonable.

  Red blood flows in the bowl, filling up slowly.

  The pain in the mouth of the original body and mind is getting more and more painful, like a certain resistance brought by the remaining consciousness.

"What are you doing?"

  The door that had been closed was suddenly pushed open, and the cold voice dropped without temperature.

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

  The young man Xueyi has black hair, weak as jade, and temperament like ice and snow. He is always elegant and solemn.

  But looking at the temperament, you will know who the person is when you dye it white.

   is not Lin Xuzhi.

   is her master.

   Dyeing white and not moving, he lowered his hand subconsciously, half covering his wrist with his sleeve.

  But Yu Chen had clearly seen the picture in the room. He was holding one hand behind his back, his finger bones stretched and white, and those deep eyes were extremely cold, falling on Ren Bai's body and condensed.

   "The son." The maid named Ling'er looked at the young man cautiously at this moment: "The slave and the maid will finish the blood soon, so the son should not look at it like this, and be careful to run into you."

   "Fuck." Xianjun uttered a word, his tone was cold like winter and snow.

  The maid was stunned.

  Dyeing white is also a bit surprised.

  Xianjun’s etiquette has always been very good, he is always meticulous and elegant, and he has never said anything serious.

  I actually said such a word now, really...

  It is surprising.

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

  Such a scene is almost a default thing in their womb, everyone knows it well, even the son has always acquiesced.

  But this time how...

  It’s just that the son usually looks kind and amiable, but this time his temperament is really cold and terrifying, and he is extremely oppressive. The coercion from the paved surface covers the exquisite and stunning face, which makes people subconsciously afraid.

  The maid didn’t know what was going on, and she didn’t expect the son to be so cold when he got angry.

  She slowly put down the dagger. She didn't know why, so she didn't dare to act rashly. She could only step back. The moment she closed the door, there was a haze in her eyes, but it quickly disappeared.

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

Ranbai called out, "Master?"

  The young fairy walked towards her step by step, his slender figure stopped in front of the girl, and a shadow fell.

  (End of this chapter)