blood sacrifice

"I know, thank you old man," Rong Ye said gratefully, as if grasping some life-saving straw, Fang was hesitant to get up, he was worried about leaving Ling Xu here alone, but he was even more worried about getting someone to help pick herbs rest assured.

"Young man, don't worry, it's a remote place, and most people can't find it here, except for those who go to the mountains to cut firewood and hunt. If you are in a hurry to go out, close the doors and windows, and don't open the door like this one again. It's fine."

The old man smiled earnestly, his eyes full of kindness: "I, it's time to go up the mountain, or I will be in danger before the sun goes down."

After all, he got up and staggered away with his back arched.

Close the doors and windows and go on the road, I should be alone, but I don't know why I feel a little lonely at this moment, thinking of the person who is willing to go through life and death to protect me from the wind and rain, so straight and falling in front of my eyes, bleeding, pale His cheeks instantly turned cold.

The more Rong Ye thought about it, the more frightened he became, and he couldn't help but quicken his pace.

It was originally a barren old thatched hut, but at some point there was a hunched back figure, staying beside the Demon Venerable, his steps no longer staggered, his lavender eyes were crystal clear and shimmering, staring at the man without a trace. The bloodless handsome face, the old rough fingers obsessively linger on the man's delicate and handsome outline.

"You are mine, you are mine from the beginning to the end..." The old and chapped lips whispered softly, "I will help you remember, I will let you come back to me, you are mine... it can only be me The...Xu..."

The affectionate call, the obsessive gaze, the purple light is dense, and the purple mist in the house is so hazy that people can't see clearly.

I walked all the way over the mountains and ridges, but I didn't even see a half of the Lingjuan grass. I wanted to go down the mountain and enter the elf village to find out, but who knew that when I entered the village, I saw a group of high elves dressed as soldiers in the village. Searching around for something.

Rong Ye recognized them, they were the guards on duty in the former residence of the elves, but why did they suddenly come to such a remote place?

"Have you ever seen two strange men, one with black hair and black eyes, human, so tall," said the guard who led the team, unfolding the portrait for passers-by to identify, while gesturing with his hands, "A man with blue hair and blue eyes, a demon , about this high?!"

"No, no." Thousands of passers-by in twos and threes recognized each other, and then shook their heads.

"You all see clearly, if you delay important matters or deliberately cover up!" The man in the team leader didn't continue, but his eyes were ruthless and cold, which frightened these rural people who have always been rational.

"Don't dare, how dare you little ones." These villagers had never seen such a battle, and they were all trembling with fright.

Rong Ye heard the words and hurriedly hid in the corner of the alley, he didn't know that the so-called comfort was limited to one place, and it seemed that he could forget everything in that person's arms.

It's just that he doesn't understand that Liao Feng came to Ling Xu because of hatred and power, and why he came to him. From the beginning to the end, he was just a tool, a tool he used to provoke Ling Xu to gain power and master revenge. Still unwilling to let go of yourself? !Isn't it enough to accept his humiliation? !

He turned around and lowered his head to leave, but suddenly bumped into someone.

"Ouch! Which blind guy doesn't apologize for bumping into my young master?!" A clear and melodious male voice sounded, and the clear and clear youthful voice was arrogant and arrogant, but it was hard to hate.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry." Rong Ye hurriedly apologized, full of curiosity about the owner of the voice, Rong Ye, who couldn't help but look up but was stunned and didn't know what to think.

"Who are you? Why do you look the same as me?!" The young man's phoenix eyes opened angrily, and the pale golden light in them flickered very pleasantly. His face was covered with a layer of gray dust, "I'm asking you something, why are you just staring blankly?!"

Hearing that Rong Ye was startled, he still didn't know how to answer these words.

"Why, are you a fool? You didn't say a word for a long time," the man got up and patted the dust all over his body without a response, and walked forward and shook his palms in front of Rong Ye, "Unlucky, you look like me!" Let's just let the past go, it's really unlucky to be so ashamed and silly in my face."

"Wait a minute!" The dark green hair slid past his eyes, seeing the young man about to leave, Rong Ye hurriedly called out, "May I ask if there is Lingjuan grass here, where can I pick it or buy it? "

"Yo! I can't see that you still know a lot of things with a stupid look," the young man said with a smile, "but these things are not something you, a lowly human being, can enjoy. You are still so funny." Stay somewhere!"

"You! Stop!" Just as Rong Ye was about to speak out, he saw a group of elf guards who had just asked in the distance walking towards this side, "Have you seen the two people in the portrait?"

"Isn't he just..." The young man was taken aback, "He's right there!"

As he spoke, he pointed to Rong Ye.

Rong Ye had no choice but to dodge when he heard the sound, and the guards saw the figure in black and rushed to chase after him.

Along the way, I saw five or six teams of guards patrolling. After several times of avoiding and hiding, Rong Ye no longer knew where he was. He was surrounded by high pavilions and walls.

"Hurry up, I saw him go over there just now!"

Hearing that the sound of chasing was getting closer, Rong Ye hurriedly opened the door and broke into a cabin.

"Where is the person?! I saw him walking this way, why did he disappear in the blink of an eye?" One person muttered differently.

"Okay, okay, what are you talking about here now, I can't find anyone who looks as good as you, so go over there and look for it." Another person scolded.

Rong Ye clung to the door tightly and held his breath, listening to the conversation in front of the door, listening to the tense heart that was about to pop out of his chest, listening to the sound of footsteps that were fading away until they couldn't be heard clearly, and then slightly relieved in one breath.

"Finally found you! You still chose me, didn't you?" The hot smell of alcohol suddenly filled his nostrils, making Rong Ye dizzy for a moment.

The unfamiliar tone was an all-too-familiar voice, and the memories of many days poured out like a flood, and the humiliation of many days flashed before his eyes one by one like a revolving lantern.

The uncontrollable trembling, the clear torment, every frown and smile, every word and every action seemed to be experienced one by one again, making Rong Ye forget to struggle and shout for a moment.

"Why are you shivering? Are you cold? Is someone bullying you? Isn't it?" Feeling the trembling of the person in his arms who thinks about it day and night, the man's always restrained and calm emotions dissipated instantly as if a glacier melted. There is only deep worry and tension at the moment.

Looking at the unimaginably exquisite and beautiful face in front of him, Rong Ye is all too familiar with the bluish-colored golden pupils, but there are only traces of crazy worry pouring out of those golden pupils and the whiteness on the fair cheeks. The strange blush that emerged was unfamiliar to Rong Ye, and such a scorching wind made Rong Ye dare not recognize each other.

"That's great, you still chose me, didn't you love me?" The blurred golden pupils looked directly at Rong Ye's dark eyes, with a focused expression as if looking at Rong Ye, but it didn't seem to be, moist Her gazing eyes couldn't find the slightest focus, and her thin lips parted softly, whether she was sighing or fearing.

"Liaofeng?..." Rong Ye called out suspiciously. Although the hands that imprisoned his body were strong, they seemed to be bound by instinct, and it might not be difficult to break free.

Hearing this, Liaofeng frowned in dissatisfaction: "I don't like you calling me that. I am the king of elves, Liaofeng Jielie. I don't want to be the ruler of thousands of elves, but I like you to call me Feng the most."

As he said that, he showed an innocent and satisfied smile on Rong Rong Ye's unsuspecting way like a young child.

He has seen a lot of nights when he was drunk, but he still understands the reason why he is sober when he is three points drunk. If Liao Feng drinks and utters the truth to himself after drinking, he will never believe it.

Although he lost his freedom to be mermaid in the former residence of the elves, it didn't mean that he really just sat in the house every day with nothing to do and waited for him to come and humiliate him on a whim.

Liaofeng is not homosexual, or he is still very disgusted with homosexuality. For himself, maybe in the eyes of others, he is doting and favoring him day and night.

But Rong Ye knows that not killing is just because there is still use value, and pampering is just the pleasure of humiliating himself and revenge for Ling Xu.

Sincerely? !ha!Cold-blooded as him, indifferent as himself, and humiliated, how could there be a bigger joke than this!

But now, while being chased and searched, and at the same time showing some true love here, God knows what kind of tricks he is playing!

"Are you sleepy or frustrated?" Rong Ye sneered, "Not disgusting?"

Saying that, Rong Ye didn't struggle to resist, Ren Liaofeng hugged him like this, staring directly at a protruding beam above his head, completely ignoring Liaofeng's actions, and said coldly: "Let go when you've hugged enough!"

"I told you to let it go..." Seeing that Liao Feng had no response, Rong Ye said coldly, but was completely silenced.

The strong breath, the turbid and sweet smell of wine, the crazy and arrogant but gentle kiss, carefully outlines the shape of Rong Ye's lips, sweeps the white teeth, and the lips and tongue are entangled and playful.

"Hmm!" Struggling frantically, trying to break free from this inexplicably hot embrace.

"Bastard! Let go!!" He struggled with all his strength, but in Liao Feng's eyes, it seemed as if he was flirting, and he resolved them one by one without any effort.