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

"Oh? Is that so? You said it wasn't soul-returning water...then what exactly is it?"

Yao Xianxian slowly approached the unknown old man and heard it softly.

The nameless old man glanced at the jade bottle in his hand with a drop of scarlet mucus faintly remaining on the mouth of the bottle, with a deep expression.

"It's just a useless chicken rib. He may be the only one who can use it in this world..." The nameless old man nodded at Chang Xiaoqing who was lying on the bed, and he replied leisurely.

Yao Xianxian raised his eyebrows, but said nothing.

There was a sudden silence in the room, and I could hear the faint yellow flame flickering in the inferior lamp oil.

After a long while, Yao Xianxian grinned suddenly, and said slowly in a concentrating voice: "...the Mohoraga clan in southern Xinjiang is a tribe of heavenly dragons hundreds of millions of years ago. Therefore, they can only hide in the dense forests of southern Xinjiang, and seldom appear in front of people."

While talking, in the extremely dim twilight, the layers of fine diamond-shaped markings on Yao Xianxian's face became more and more obvious, and the golden pupils shone even more, like golden beads embedded in the In the slender eye sockets.

"It's just... since it's the blood of a heavenly dragon, Mahoraga has its own mysteries. Blood, flesh, scales, and armor are all elixir—it's even said that Mahoraga's blood can dissolve all poisons and medicines in the world." It can counteract the nature of the medicine," a sarcastic and sharp smile crept up the corner of Yao Xianxian's mouth, and his voice became softer and slower bit by bit, his slender tongue stuck out, and the tip of the tongue was forked like a snake, "You Look, you said that this is not soul returning water, but why do I smell the flesh and blood of my close relatives and fellow tribesmen from it?"

At this moment, Yao Xianxian had a smile on his face, but blood was already seeping from his pupils.He heard the voice with a soft southern accent, and suddenly a small black knife fell out of his cuff - the blade was thin and curved, like a cat's claw, and like a crescent moon.There are fuzzy reliefs all over the handle of the knife, and although the details of the reliefs can't be seen clearly, combined with what Yao Xianxian said earlier, the carvings on the reliefs are obviously celestial dragons winding around it.

And this knife had already reached the side of the nameless old man's sagging neck due to aging. The sharp blade cut through the dry skin, but there was not a single drop of blood left from the wound.

The nameless old man stood on the spot without moving at all.

He lowered his eyebrows and narrowed his eyes, and said without haste: "Mahoraga is the tribe of the Poison King of Southern Border... Xiaoyaozi used a trick to slaughter the entire family of the Poison Clan, but he wanted to tell the world That is the poison king himself promised to kill himself. At that time, everyone in the martial arts was happy, but no one thought that the only reason why Xiaoyaozi wanted to kill the poison king's family in southern Xinjiang was to get enough Mahoraga blood. Let him make the elixir of life with peace of mind."

"To shut up--"

"Many people think that in the Southern Border Poison King's clan, there were still many people who escaped from the poisonous hands... But they don't know that the only Mahoraga who survived in this world is only you."

The blade of the black knife silently carved several inches into the neck of the unknown old man, but it was only at this time that Yao Xianxian suddenly discovered that no blood flowed from the unknown old man's body.

His eyes moved slightly, but the fierce and violent look on his face did not diminish at all: "Since you know, you shouldn't take out the soul-returning water in front of me, and you shouldn't take it out with the water made by my people. Evil medicine is of no use here—”

"I've said it a long time ago, this is not soul-returning water."

The nameless old man sighed softly, interrupting Yao Xianxian's conversation.

At the same time, Yao Xianxian suddenly felt a breeze blowing gently on his cheek, and then a black shadow rushed over and directly pinched his wrist.Yao Xianxian was startled, subconsciously he took the knife and slashed at the neck of the unknown old man, but at this moment, he realized that his wrist could not move at all.A few cold fingers had lightly rested on his wrist at some point, and all of a sudden, his entire palm had lost feeling.

Yao Xianxian's face changed drastically, and he couldn't help growling, "Did you use poison?"

The nameless old man's expression remained the same, he still pinched Yao Xianxian's wrist like that, let him hold the black knife in his hand, and slowly pulled the blade out of his neck.

"Didn't you find it? This is not soul-returning water," the nameless old man turned his head straight like the wooden puppet controlled by the puppeteer, staring at Yao Xianxian with cloudy eyes, and said softly, "This is my blood. "

Yao Xianxian's eyes widened - after being reminded by the unknown old man, he finally realized later that the familiar smell of blood that lingered in front of his nose and made him almost go crazy was not emanating from the bottle that the old man took out earlier. Yes, that is... the smell from the bone-deep wound on the old man's neck.

Yao Xianxian staggered for a moment, then took three steps back abruptly.

He looked at the unknown old man in disbelief, with a look of surprise.

"You...you...you also used the blood-cutting method...how is this possible...this is obviously only Mahoraka..."

While speaking, he unconsciously covered his cold chest with his hands.

The nameless old man turned around and faced Yao Xianxian.

He quietly looked at Yao Xianxian for a moment.

Yao Xianxian closed his eyes abruptly, and when he opened them again, he was finally calmer than before.

"...It's that old monster, isn't it?" he asked, "Back then he took you into the alchemy cave and let you out after a long time, right? Brother?!"

When the nameless old man suddenly heard the word "Changqing", his body was slightly shocked.

He turned his head abruptly and glanced at Chang Xiaoqing who was already ruddy and breathing steadily on the bed, a strange color flowed in his pupils.

A moment later, the emotional fluctuations in his body were completely buried in the wrinkled old body.

"Yes or no, it doesn't matter now," the unknown old man said, his voice sounded hoarse than before, "Now, you just need to protect Lin Mao well, and don't let anyone find him again." trace--"

Having said this, he paused, and his eyes gradually became dignified.

"You and I both know that he has a special physique. Previously, we tried to hide the strange parts of his body. But this time, if the news of his resurrection from the dead spreads, it may cause a catastrophe... He treated you back then. If you are like a friend, you probably wouldn't want him to experience the pain that his own clansman suffered back then, would you?"

"It's natural."

Yao Xianxian said harshly, the scales on his face gradually retracted a little.

The unknown old man... Or, Chang Qing, after seeing Yao Xianxian's ruthless attitude, his heart finally relaxed, but when he thought about the things that gradually got out of control these days, his nervous It tensed up again.

After explaining some follow-up matters to Yao Xianxian, Chang Qing carefully stood beside Lin Mao's bed, and he checked his pulse again.

Lin Mao was lying on the bed with his eyes closed, but his pretty and lovely brows were slightly frowned, apparently there seemed to be something worrying in his heart in his dream.A strand of long hair fell loosely around his cheeks, and the pitch-black hair against the snow-white skin made his appearance even more radiant.

After drinking enough blood under the empty flower tree, Lin Mao's current beauty is a bit better than before.Just standing aside and watching him sleeping soundly like this, Chang Qing already showed a little dazed expression.

I really want to stay here like this, looking at Lin Mao's face for a long time, until the end of time.

Chang Qing couldn't help stretching out his hand, wanting to brush that strand of messy hair behind Lin Mao's ear—but when he stretched out his skinny, crooked hand like a chicken's claw, he was shocked suddenly, like a dream When I first woke up, I came back to my senses.

As if being burned by an invisible charcoal fire, Chang Qing quickly retracted his hand, and the whole person involuntarily took two steps back, as if he felt that just this old, foul-smelling shell was standing in front of him. Lin Mao's side was already a defilement to the exiled young man.

But at this moment, on the other side of the bed, Chang Xiaoqing, whose body had improved greatly after taking the medicine, suddenly let out a low moan, and moved his body.

The quilt covering Chang Xiaoqing's body slipped a little during Chang Xiaoqing's unconscious movements, and the young man's strong and strong body was displayed in front of Chang Qing's old and cloudy pupils without any concealment.

Even though he was seriously injured in bed before, Chang Xiaoqing's firm muscles, smooth and firm skin, and his handsome face without the slightest wrinkle all showed his youthfulness at every step.

And just...he has a face that is exactly the same as Chang Qing when he was young, almost indistinguishable from each other.

Chang Qing has always looked indifferent in front of Yao Xianxian, all emotions are hidden under the wrinkles.But at this moment, his facial muscles were trembling slightly uncontrollably, obviously the embarrassment and pain were beyond control.

After going on like this for a while, Chang Qing finally packed up his emotions, and after reconfirming that his beloved little junior brother was in good health, he tremblingly picked up an old cloak and put it on his body, disguised as a dusty man with a face full of dust. The old man bowed slowly out the back door.

Yao Xianxian had been watching coldly from the sidelines before, but now that he was sending him to the door, looking at Chang Qing's withered limb that was exposed outside like a rotten tree, evil thoughts suddenly arose in his heart.

He suddenly smiled and said softly: "Actually, even if my elder brother Mao'er really woke up and saw your current appearance, he would not recognize you. If you really miss him so much, it's not as good as the real one." Let’s meet him again... You know, a kind person like him still misses the 'nameless old man' who has been guarding outside Wangyou Valley for so many years."

Chang Qing's movements suddenly stopped in place.

"Don't bother."

A hoarse voice slowly came from behind the hood.