Surprise! The popular villain is actually Long Aotian's wife

Qi Wu Yue looked so annoyed that he took off the silver bracelet on his wrist and

A pile of items poured out from it.

Various silver ornaments, ritual implements, and treasures were piled up like mountains.

He frowned as he picked through the items, trying to find some magical tools that could either relieve or isolate the pain.

While helping him throw the useless magic weapon onto the bed, Little Butterfly whispered curiously, "Daddy, when you're practicing, it hurts so much, will you scream out?"

After all, the protagonist was in so much pain, but he didn't say a word. How could a cultivator be so tolerant?

Qi Wu Yue: “…”

Qi Wu Yue: "Shout when there's no one around, and if there's someone around... just bear with it."

Little Butterfly: ...What a sincere answer.

Qi Wu Yue searched all the magical weapons on the ground but couldn't find anything useful. He was helpless and could only watch, which was very tormenting.

Seeing Xiao Lin sweating all over from the pain, I always felt that it would be better to scream out than to hold it in.

Qi Wu Yue thought expressionlessly: Why doesn't he cry out in pain?

Qi Wu Yue thought again: Is it because I’m here that he feels a little uncomfortable?

Just as he was considering whether to leave here first and give Xiao Lin some private space, he took two steps towards the door when Xiao Lin grabbed his wrist tightly.

"Don't go. Can you hold me?" Xiao Lin whimpered in pain, his eyes red as he looked at him pitifully.

Just now, Xiao Lin also figured it out.

Why should he endure?

He shouldn't take advantage of the situation to show his pity and then go further...

He just looked at this person simply, and his heart was already throbbing, as if the pain of being cut by blood and flesh was alleviated a little.

Emperor Xiao's eyes became even redder as he became excited. He whimpered in pain as if his heart was broken.

It's so pitiful.

Qi Wu Yue held him carefully and patted his back, just like when they were little. Although he knew it was useless, he was at a loss for the moment and could not think of any better solution.

When I was a kid...

Qi Wu Yue's silver eyes lit up, and he thought of something.

Qi Wu Yue pinched the little butterfly's wings with his fingers and threw it out of the window. He used the wind technique to blew the window open and then quickly closed it.

The little butterfly was spinning in the air, feeling dizzy: "I——"

How annoying! Is there anything that my little butterfly can't watch!

The little butterfly pounded the window angrily.

Qi Wu Yue dealt with the little butterfly. He leaned on the edge of the wooden tub and stepped one leg into the bathtub.

He was barefoot and had no shoes on.

The toes, as cold as jade, sank into the blood.

Xiao Lin looked at the snow-white, cold foot stepping on his thigh.

Immediately afterwards, Qi Wu Yue entered the bathtub.

Xiao Lin subconsciously stretched out his hands to take it.

Amid the splattering blood, Xiao Lin held his beautiful waist in his arms, thinking in some divergent ways.

Is this the benefit of suffering?

As long as the medicine is not absorbed and you simply soak in it, you won't feel any pain.

Qi Wu Yue hugged Xiao Lin's neck with both hands, and knelt on Xiao Lin's thighs,

The two squeezed into the same bathtub.

The bathtub is not small, but not too big either, and can just barely accommodate two people.

The blood level rose by more than half a palm. Qi Wu Yue's snow-white and soft inner clothes were dyed bright red by the blood, and the bright-colored clothes added a bit of tenderness.

Xiao Lin's Adam's apple rolled involuntarily.

My blood enveloped him.

The thought made me feel extremely hot.

Like a crystal jade, cold and noble, she was now held in his arms, and all the longed-for moonlight was sprinkled only on him.

In the pain of being shattered and in the tearing of flesh and blood, he held his moon.

He wanted to kiss him, but was afraid that the blood would stain him.

Qi Wu Yue placed his hands on his shoulders, the flesh under his palms was burning hot, constantly peeling off and regenerating.

Qi Wu Yue pressed on Xiao Lin, bent his knees and lay on his thighs, looking down at the bucket of thick blood, frowning slightly.

Are you sure you won't lose too much blood?

Qi Wu Yue once ate a thousand-year-old black holy Polygonum multiflorum in an attempt to change his silver hair into normal black hair.

It turns out that although Polygonum multiflorum can cure premature graying of hair and beard, it does not seem to be suitable for people like him who are born with silver hair.

Nangong Ling tried to analyze the reason: "Is it possible that the innate and acquired are not the same, and the difference is huge."

Yueluo was silent for a while: "The emperor's hair is not white either."

Although He Shou Wu has miraculous effects on black hair, it is difficult for it to work on pure silver, which is the color of the waxing moon.

There was no sign of his hair turning black, and afterwards Qi Wu Yue still had silver hair that reached his ankles.

But as for the effect, it is not completely without effect.

Intuitively, the hair becomes smoother, like a fish fin, or, in other words, like some kind of scales.

His hair became smoother and smoother. During that period, he couldn't even wear beautiful silver jewelry. Even the simplest silver ring would slip off after he walked a few steps.

Although Qi Wu Yue's original intention was not realized, after eating the thousand-year-old elixir, the medicinal effects were retained in his body.

Although the effect is useless, the aroma does help relieve pain.

Although it cannot completely stop the pain, it can relieve some of it.

From the few times I've tried it, smelling it can relieve about half of the pain.

Considering the current situation, Qi Wu Yue decided to give him some blood.

Qi Wu Yue lowered his eyes and looked at Xiao Lin: "Open your mouth."

Xiao Lin opened his lips, and the next second a slightly cool fingertip was stuffed into his mouth.

The fingertips were wrapped by the hot lips and tongue, and the coolness on the fingertips was dispelled and became warm, and endless heat seemed to spread up from the fingertips.

Like a cluster of fire, sweeping over.

Qi Wu Yue turned his eyes away slightly and ordered in a clear voice: "Bite."

Xiao Lin's eyes moved slightly, as if there were pieces of gold floating on the surface of his eyes, and he acted as he was told.

Took a lick.

Qi Wu Yue thought he had misunderstood, and reiterated: "Bite."

Xiao Lin held the fingertip in his mouth and rubbed it with his teeth.

With slow force, the fingertips felt tingling and numb.

Qi Wu Yue's eyes twitched, and he couldn't help but emphasize: "Bite harder."

Xiao Lin took a big bite.

...the skin is not even broken.

After biting it, he quickly and gently sucked Qi Wu Yue's finger.

Qi Wu Yue: “…”

He looked at Xiao Lin, his silver eyes filled with disbelief, and asked seriously: "

Are those baby teeth in your mouth? "

Xiao Lin held his finger in his mouth, with an innocent look and silence, and his hot tongue licked Qi Wu Yue's finger from time to time.