After I was resurrected from the dead, I turned from an old man to a peerless beauty

Lin Mao suddenly turned his head and looked at Jia Ruo behind him. The man who appeared in his sight was still as handsome as before, but his naked body was changing rapidly.The pale skin like a corpse gradually oozes full of blood, the strong muscles cover the slender bones, the teeth protruding from the smiling red lips are like fine jade, and the eyes of different colors are As bright as that, the darker the black pupils, the bluer the blue pupils, embedded in the deep eye sockets, not like human organs but more like carved jewels.In front of Lin Mao, Jia Ruo became more and more handsome, almost thickly handsome, and even the wound on his throat began to heal gradually.

Lin Mao watched helplessly as the pink whiskers grew and tangled together like worms, and finally melted into a small piece of complete flesh.

When the last piece of shiny skin covered the terrible wound, Jia Ruoxin's Adam's apple rolled.

"Do you remember?"

He said to Lin Mao gently and sweetly.

Just as Lin Mao is a peerless beauty that cannot be described in words to the world, if anyone can see Jia Ruo today, they will probably be shocked by the perfection and beauty of this man.

But what is completely different from Lin Mao is the aura on Jia Ruo's body.

If Lin Mao reminds people of all the pure and fragile things in the world, such as the bright moon and new snow, then Jiaruo reminds people of the bottomless swamp full of venom and black slurry—the kind that crawls in the mountains and forests. , A black swamp that swallows all passing birds, beastmen, insects, and even their bones.

"You... are not Jia Ruo."

Lin Mao was panting with difficulty, he stared at the man in front of him, and murmured.

"You're not even...not even...human."

Lin Mao thought of the bright flowers in the illusion, the flowers that sucked the flesh and blood of other creatures, and bloomed brilliantly with the corpses as nutrients.Unknowingly, the face of the flower overlapped with that of Gaara.

Jia Ruo is taking Chang Xiaoqing's flesh and blood to fill his body.

After realizing this, Lin Mao raised his arms and strangled Jia Ruo's neck tightly.

"Let go of him—let go of Xiaoqing!"

he growled in pain.

However, Jia Ruo's newborn skin looked so soft and delicate, but when touched it was as hard and cold as refined iron frozen in ice.

Lin Mao's arms trembled uncontrollably. He tried his best, but all his resistance was still in vain.

In fact, if Chang Xiaoqing was just an ordinary person, Jia Ruo would obediently obey Lin Mao's orders without any resistance - the bodies of those Jianghu people he had killed before were enough for him to enjoy for a long time.

It's a pity that Chang Xiaoqing is indeed not an ordinary person.

Jia Ruo's identity is extremely special at this time, so he can feel the strangeness that ordinary people such as Lin Mao can't feel.

There is an aura about Chang Xiaoqing that makes Jia Ruo feel extremely afraid. Jia Ruo doesn't know what it is, but he can be sure that if Chang Xiaoqing is allowed to continue living, that ugly man with long lead gray hair will hurt him. to myself.

And if that person can really hurt Jia Ruo, he can naturally hurt Lin Mao at the same time.

It's all about logic, just feeling.

But for a "person" like Jia Ruo, intuition is accurate enough.

That's why he was so vicious and cruel, trying hard to kill Chang Xiaoqing.Not only did he have to kill him, but he also had to be careful, eating up that person's body bit by bit, without leaving any residue.

Jia Ruo was just a little at a loss, no matter how he comforted him, Lin Mao was still full of dissatisfaction and resistance to him getting rid of Chang Xiaoqing.

The rich fragrance lingered around Lin Mao's side, his thinking became extremely slow, cold sweat broke out, and tears flowed from his eyes unconsciously.

"I don't like him. It's okay, don't be afraid, I will be by your side in the future."

Jia Ruo said to Lin Mao, he put his palms on his neck, covering Lin Mao's hands.

His eyes turned out to be warm, like a newly born cub, without any trace of evil.

It was as if taking the lives of others with a terrifying posture was so natural to him, and it was a matter of course.

Chang Xiaoqing, who was bound by the vines, was completely out of shape, his skin began to become dry, and his chest did not rise or fall.

Lin Mao only glanced at Chang Xiaoqing, and his mind went completely blank.

"You—I don't want you—you are not human! You are not Xiaoqing!"

Lin Mao's vision was blurred.

He has never realized so clearly that maybe at this moment, or maybe the next moment, the child he raised with his own hands will leave him.

It was at this time that Lin Mao felt that his body suddenly changed.

thumping—

thumping—

thumping—

The flow of blood, the temperature of the air, the beating of the heart.

The strange pulsation was accompanied by the pulsation of Lin Mao's blood, jumping and clamoring in his body.

For a moment, Lin Mao felt that his soul seemed to break away from his fragile body and expand towards the entire void.

At the same time, he saw Jia Ruo, and Jia Ruo's densely distributed roots under the whole piece of soil. He also saw Chang Xiaoqing, a dying flame remained inside the cold body. Chang Xiaoqing was not dead yet. But those bloodthirsty roots were buried in his flesh and blood, wanting to seize this last bit of life.

Suddenly, Lin Mao felt that something was ignited in his body.

"I tell you to let go of my Xiaoqing—"

A huge roar exploded from Lin Mao's body.

"Hula-"

The wind suddenly became manic and violent, blowing suddenly with Lin Mao as the center.

Jia Ruo's body trembled suddenly, and the strange-colored pupils shrank inconceivably.

"Well……"

Painful grunts sounded, starting from the small piece of skin touched by Lin Mao's fingers, black spots like dead leaf disease spread on Jia Ruo's body along the veins under the skin.

The skin, which was unusually hard and cold before, began to soften and collapse.

The red juice slowly seeped into the outside world along Lin Mao's finger marks.

Lin Mao felt Jia Ruo's "withering" in a strange state - the latter began to become weak and powerless, while Lin Mao himself became extremely powerful.

Lin Mao even had a strong premonition that if he wanted, he could directly end Jia Ruo's life here.

Because Jia Ruo is not as complete as he himself has shown at all.

Not only is he incomplete, but his nature is particularly distorted and sick, which is fundamentally different from the monstrous and frighteningly huge flower tree in the depths of Lin Mao's consciousness.If it had to be described, Jia Ruo was more like a flower branch grafted onto a sick tree. Even though it looked vibrant, the root system was rotting.

Disgusting presence.

In a trance, Lin Mao seemed to hear a beautiful voice sighing faintly.

It was the most beautiful voice he had ever heard in his life, but his tone seemed so thin and cold.

Jia Ruo struggled to raise his hand, and with that inconceivable expression, he broke Lin Mao's hand with difficulty.He looked so weak and fragile that Lin Mao almost let go of his hand in pity.

Then Jia Ruo staggered back a few steps and fell to the ground with a bang.

"Lin Mao..."

He raised his head blankly and stared at Lin Mao mournfully. The appearance of being full of energy and blood just now was like a fleeting illusion.At this moment, his face was covered with plaques caused by withering, and his breathing was as heavy as a dilapidated bellows.

"Don't you like me?"

he asked sadly.

But Lin Mao didn't pay attention to Jia Ruo's question at all - as soon as he regained consciousness, he turned around and ran towards Chang Xiaoqing.

At this time, he was rudely pushing away those lifeless, wet vines that would fester when touched, and pulled out Chang Xiaoqing, who was already lifeless, into his arms.

Chang Xiaoqing's body was unbelievably heavy. After realizing this, Lin Mao felt that his trembling became more serious.

"Xiaoqing...Xiaoqing...you wake up, it's over, the master is here to save you...don't be afraid, the master is here to save you..."

Holding Chang Xiaoqing tightly, Lin Mao kept repeating incoherent words.

Lin Mao felt a little dazed all over. He stroked Chang Xiaoqing's rough and withered long hair, and the little apprentice's bones, so thin that only a layer of skin remained, hit him, causing a burst of pain.

Lin Mao put his face close to Chang Xiaoqing's chest again. It had always looked so strong, but such a reliable chest was so cold. No matter how Lin Mao prayed, there was still no movement.

Lin Mao straightened up slowly and looked at Chang Xiaoqing.

Chang Xiaoqing just lay on her back in Lin Mao's arms, motionless.

The last bit of vitality has disappeared, Chang Xiaoqing is dead.

Only Chang Xiaoqing's gray face was in Lin Mao's field of vision. He was in a daze for a while, and the scene in front of him made him feel familiar.

When did you hold a heavy and cold corpse like this, thinking in vain that the body that has no response is sending true energy?

Was it as painful then as it is now?It seems that even the chest is about to be torn apart?

Ah, by the way, it was that time... when Senior Brother Chang died.

Lin Mao thought he was crying, but when he touched his cheek, his eyes were dry.

He couldn't cry anymore.