The big boss of metaphysics is sick again, and Fu Shaoqi is lucky to continue his life

Mass burial mounds in the wilderness are full of blood.

A dark red streamer flashed from the body of a girl in a white skirt. The girl's fair skin was covered with scars, and blood was dripping on her delicate and beautiful face. The girl was dead.

The deep bony wound on the forehead is a fatal wound, the blood has dried up, the eyes are wide open, and the death is not in peace.

Exemption—

The girl's pupils fluttered, and a ray of red light flickered, and the blood-red moonlight shone into the round eyes, and amidst the red mist, those absent-minded eyes were revived.

"Alive?"

The girl slightly raised her hand to cover the too dazzling blood moon, and a strange arc was drawn at the corner of her mouth.

How stupid, thinking that such vulgar means can kill her?

She is the only person in the metaphysics world who has broken the way of heaven!

From ancient times to the present, how many people can there be in the world?

Lingyun sat up slowly, and the wound on the girl's head healed at a speed visible to the naked eye amidst the red mist, until even the scar was no longer visible.

The blood moon flickered, and the girl's delicate body burst into intense pain.

Rao Lingyun couldn't help but frown, "It really hurts, was this girl abused before she was alive?"

Lingyun tried to stand up and leave this place, but just after taking two steps, her toes hit a piece of soft flesh.

The girl lowered her eyes slightly, looking curiously through her clear and moist eyes.

"It was you."

It was a comatose man who tripped Lingyun.

The man's eyes were closed, his skin was fair and transparent, and his facial features were exquisite with the three-dimensionality of a mixed race. The only fly in the ointment was that a hole was opened in the man's chest.

From the perspective of aura, the man's body is surrounded by purple energy. Although he is about to die, he is protected by the purple energy, and his blessings are profound.

It is precisely because of this profound blessing that she was able to wake up.

"whee."

Lingyun chuckled, "It's a pity that such a profound blessing died. Since you saved me, I will save you once too."

The girl's delicate hands were placed on the wound on the man's chest, amidst the red mist, the wound that was bleeding was only a puddle of dried blood.

Who……

who is it……

Fu Xiuyun could feel the flesh in his chest growing at a strange speed in a blur of consciousness until the burning pain disappeared.

With blurred vision, he seemed to see an angelic girl standing in front of him.

He didn't know where he got some strength, he suddenly raised his hand and grabbed the girl in front of him, "Who are you!"

Lingyun's raised hands were suddenly grabbed by someone.

The man's voice was low and hoarse, but it revealed an undeniable sense of oppression.

This kind of momentum can only be possessed by those at the top of power.

The superior, the life master Ziwei Tanlang, born with power.

Lingyun became more and more interested in the man, she straddled the man's abdomen, a smile appeared on her beautiful and delicate face: "I, I am your savior!"

The girl's voice was very soft, clear and soft without any threat, she sniffed the man with her nose like a cat.

It smells really good!

The aura is nestled between the man's neck, greedily absorbing the fragrance of good luck on the man's body, and the tip of the tongue greedily licks the blood on the man's neck.

A wet, numb feeling came over, Fu Xiuyun's body froze, and a murderous intent filled his deep eyes.

"Go away! I will kill you!"

"Hee hee~"

The girl's laughter was ethereal and sweet, as if she didn't hear the man's threat, she was fascinated by the sweet smell of the man.

The girl's warm breath sprayed on the man's neck, and the delicate and smooth cheeks were as warm and cool as fine jade.

Damn!

His body can't move!

Fu Xiuyun gritted his teeth and endured, his deep and dark eyes burst out with overwhelming anger.

Who the hell is this girl!

Usually girls are too scared to speak when they see this scene, but girls are not, girls seem to be extremely interested.

Lingyun had absorbed enough good luck, and licked her lips contentedly, and the blood moon fell on the girl's face with a strange halo.

Like a witch in the dark night, treacherous and mysterious.

Dark clouds suddenly appeared, covering the blood moon.

The red light in the girl's eyes weakened, her slender body felt strangely pale, and the temperature on her body quickly lost, like a living person and a dead person.

A few roosters crowed from nearby villages, the sky turned white, and the east was about to dawn.

There was a sound of panicked footsteps not far away.

I don't know whether it is an enemy or a friend.

Lingyun snorted coldly, the evil spirit of the mass graves was not in her favor, although she had absorbed some good fortune from the man, it was only enough to maintain her body, if she tried again, she might fall down here too.

Ugh.

But she didn't want to miss this man... Sigh, I'm really entangled, forget it, it's easy to find such a man who is so blessed and lucky.

The girl lowered her head regretfully, and put her delicate palm on the man's wound as if reluctant to part with her and said in a low voice: "Remember, you are my little lucky bag, don't get hurt again."

As soon as the words fell, the girl lightly kissed the man's smooth forehead and laughed: "This is the mark, I will come back to find you."

Accompanied by the sound of footsteps, the girl's figure was dexterously hidden in the night.

The dark clouds in the night sky were dense, and when they dispersed again, it was already a bright full moon.

"Boss, boss."

After solving all the killers, Nightingale hurried to the mass grave, seeing that the wound on her boss's chest had healed, a ray of doubt flashed in her eyes.

"Is everything resolved?"

Fu Xiuyun lay on the ground and paused for a while, his body revealed a sense of lightness, he sat up from the ground as if nothing had happened, and pressed the palm of his hand on the wound that had been injured before, and it was all intact, except for the dried blood that remained to show the previous injury.

A wisp of evening wind blew by, carrying a rotten smell of mass graves.

Fu Xiuyun didn't seem to smell it, and looked at the direction the girl left with a heavy expression. The wound seemed to be still warm from the girl's palm, and there seemed to be a wisp of elegant rose fragrance lingering in the nostrils.

Just like that girl, mysterious and weird.

Nightingale: "Boss, your injury?"

Fu Xiuyun withdrew his eyes and said coldly, a trace of hostility flashed across his eyes: "My injury is fine, I'm going to find a girl who left from the mass grave, and I must find the girl at all costs!"

While speaking, the man stood up.

The posture is proud, the temperament is noble and indifferent.

***

The kung fu aura of walking quickly digested the original memory of this body. If I remember correctly, today should be the day when the owner of this body returned to the family for the first time.

Following the route in memory, Lingyun returned to that dilapidated slum.

At this time, four or five luxury cars were parked at the entrance of a slum, and a group of bodyguards gathered at the entrance of the small wooden gate.

"Master, I have searched all around, but there is no Miss."

The bodyguard said to a grim-faced young man in a suit and leather shoes in the crowd.

The man is tall, about 1.8 meters nine, and the well-tailored suit makes the man tall and straight, with a pair of gold-framed eyes on his stern face, which looks meticulous.