The merman villain is a bit teasing [Rebirth]

The cold blade twisted the flesh and blood, and the pain spread violently from the chest.

The blood dyed the plain white skirt bright red, and the strong fishy smell diffused. Du Yanshu turned his face slightly, his eyes were dark, and he gritted his teeth and said coldly to the phantom in the mask: "You are not worthy, Use this face!"

"You are not worthy to speak in his voice!"

Du Yanshu poured the spiritual power of his whole body into his palm, and slashed towards the phantom with the last of his strength.

"Uncle, how can you bear to do such a cruel thing to your nephew—"

Before 'Yinzhi' finished speaking, he was hit by a lightning-like spiritual flow, and the illusory image flashed, and instantly merged with the thick white mist.

The knife inserted in the heart also turned into miasma, and blood spurted out instantly. He leaned over slightly, and activated the spell to try to stop the bleeding and heal the wound, but as soon as his hand covered the hole in his chest, a trickle of blood flowed from between his fingers When she came out, more than half of the plain clothes were dyed red in an instant...

The miasma was poisonous, and the blood flow could not be stopped. The excessive blood loss and severe pain made Du Yanshu unable to support Yujian any longer.

The sense of weightlessness, the sound of whistling wind passing through the ears——

Now he was powerless to struggle, and he let his body fall straight down. Just when Du Yanshu thought he would be smashed into a pulp, there was a splash of water, and the thin ice on the surface of Wuxi Lake shattered, and he sank into the icy cold water. In the lake.

It was pitch black, frozen to the bone marrow.

……

Returning to the catkin garden, in late spring, before dawn, with the windows open at night, the wind that blows into the house has the fragrance of eucalyptus flowers.

The door was gently pushed open, and the light blue morning mist was brought into the room. Du Yanshu lay on the couch, didn't even bother to lift his eyelids, and the corners of his lips slightly raised: "It's so early."

The footsteps came from far to near, and stopped.

"Uncle is waiting for me, so I will come back naturally." The voice was close at hand, and the hot and humid breath lingered in his ears, itching, Du Yanshu's body trembled slightly, and the roots of his ears felt a little hot.

He moved slightly to the side to avoid the other party's snort, but perseveringly knelt down on the couch, stretching his hands under the quilt: "Uncle, let me warm my hands."

Both hands were held, and the opponent's hand was warmer than his own, Du Yanshu smiled: "There are no rules."

"There are too many rules, my uncle will run away." Warm lips pressed against his ears, his voice was hoarse and ambiguous, Du Yanshu wanted to avoid it, but he couldn't move.

"Yinzhi, stop making trouble." It seemed that a wild cat was scratching his heart with its paws, and Du Yanshu was a little scared.

"I only quarrel with my uncle."

The earball was held in the other party's mouth, warm and moist, the soft tip of the tongue was licked and teased, and the front teeth were bitten lightly from time to time, with relish, as if to swallow his whole ear into his stomach.

Du Yanshu frowned slightly, feeling that his body was gradually softening and numb to the bone, he was really scared.

"Don't be afraid, uncle, I will take good care of you." The other party finally let go of his ears, nose to nose, exchanging hot and humid breaths.

"Uncle, would you like to see clearly."

"See what?" Du Yanshu couldn't open his eyes, and could only perceive the other party through smell, touch and hearing.

"Look here." The slender fingertips slid into the placket and stopped at his heart.

"See your sincerity towards me."

The place where the fingertips touched seemed to be on fire, Du Yanshu's whole body was hot, and the heart where he was lightly pinched by the other party was even more scorching and painful.

"Introduce... no."

"Uncle looks so cute."

"Introduce it! Don't do it!"

"Uncle, can you be more frank?"

Du Yanshu bit his lip to prevent himself from making a shameful sound.

"You are always like this, ignorant and unconscious, I may... have no time."

"I'm leaving."

Du Yanshu poured a basin of cold water on his head, all the fire in Du Yanshu's body was extinguished, and he panicked for a while.

"Where are you going? Are you coming back?" He asked anxiously, his flustered tone was not as calm as usual.

With a sudden light, the person on top of him disappeared, and Du Yanshu suddenly raised his hand to grab it, but it was empty.

The confinement is lifted, the eyes are opened, the windows are still open, the thin morning light diffuses into the room, and there is a light blue silence in the room.

"Invite it—!"

……

Waking up in the pitch black, in a trance, palpitations, throat burning, eyes slightly astringent, this time I really woke up.

But he still couldn't move, his spirit veins were blocked, he panted heavily, and rolled his eyes vigilantly, his eyes gradually adapted to the thick darkness around him, and finally he vaguely saw that it was Wuxi Zhen Songli who appeared in front of him. The friend's house suddenly breathed a sigh of relief.

He's not dead, he's alive, he's just hanging on.

So, just now that dream, is it because I went to the underworld and met the soul of Yinzhi?Impossible, the soul deed can't sense it, which means that Yin Zhi's soul has dissipated, so why does the soul enter the dream?

"Senior Du, are you feeling better?" A low voice rang in his ears, Du Yanshu was taken aback for a moment, and then his heart skipped a beat.

He finally realized that at this moment, he was being embraced by Song Li from behind in a curled up posture...

It's like, still, not wearing clothes...

Naked!

Sensing the trembling of the person in his arms, Song Li finally retracted his arm from the opponent's waist, moved his body slightly backwards, and said softly: "Senior was injured by illusion, and fell into the cold poison of the ice lake. This junior tried Many methods are still useless, I have to use this method to dispel the cold for senior, please forgive me for the abruptness."

The voice is magnanimous and steady, without any frivolous meaning.

This method, of course, refers to facing each other naked and frankly, skin to skin, and extradition of spiritual energy...

Although it is much more direct and effective than the general method of crossing spiritual energy, but because the posture is too straightforward and shameful, except for very close people, few people will use it...

After all, the next level up is double cultivation...

Du Yanshu knew that the other party was eager to save him, and it was also a good intention, but... after all... two people who met by chance... Why did Song Liyuan do this for himself...

But then again, she is not a big girl with yellow flowers. The two big men care about too much and seem stingy. After thinking about this, Du Yanshu felt a little relieved, but his face was still hot and unbearable, and he had done a lot of hard work Just as he was about to thank the other party, his lips moved, but he suddenly coughed.

A hand with strong bones caressed his slightly arched back: "Senior, don't speak in a hurry."

After saying that, he put on his clothes and got up, went to the table to make a cup of hot tea in the dark, and returned to the bed steadily after a while, helped Du Yanshu up and held him in his arms.

The tea was brought to his lips, and Du Yanshu drank half a cup in the other's hand, and his burning throat finally felt better.

"It hurts the spirit veins, and the cold water enters the lungs. It will take some time to recuperate carefully."

"...Thank you, Mr. Song, for your rescue." The naked back was suddenly touched by the other party, and Du Yanshu couldn't help but tremble, even though the two had been hugging naked under the quilt for an unknown amount of time just now... …

As soon as Du Yanshu sat up, the quilt slipped off, and his naked upper body was undoubtedly exposed. Although the lamp was not lit, the moonlight diffused into the room, and his porcelain-white skin could be faintly seen with a soft and translucent luster in the moonlight.

Du Yanshu's skin was delicate and cool, but Song Li's fingers were getting hotter and hotter, and he pressed the tip of his tongue against the roof of his mouth to prevent the other party from noticing the movement of swallowing saliva.

Except for Yin, Du Yanshu has never exposed his body in front of anyone before. The current situation makes him feel ashamed and at a loss. However, his spiritual veins are sealed and cannot be moved, so he can only be manipulated by others...

He naturally understands that a big hole was opened in his heart in the phantom array before, and he fell into the half-frozen lake, and escaped death. If he didn't temporarily seal the spiritual vein, the surging spiritual breath would make him bleed for more than a year If the spirit is disordered, then there is really no salvation.

"If senior had arrived one step earlier the night before yesterday, I wouldn't have let Kuang Gujiao make such a cruel move and hurt senior." When he said this, he turned his face away, found a robe and put it on Du Yanshu. What is Qing's expression, but his tone is chillingly cold.

At that time, he picked up Du Yanshu from the lake mixed with ice slag, and the other party had less than half his life left.

Du Yanshu didn't notice Song Li's overwhelmed emotions, but was secretly a little surprised... the night before...it turned out that he had been asleep for a day and a night...

Although Du Yanshu has lived in seclusion for more than a year and does not care about world affairs, he also knows that the current ghost clan is seriously divided. The cultivation world divides it into "ghost clan orthodox" and "ghost clan alien cultivators". A large number of newly recruited monks who practiced the ghost clan's sorcery emerged as a school of their own, good at creating illusions and manipulating evil spirits. They hid on the Kuanggu Mountain in the South China Sea, and they were called the Kuanggu Sect.

The Bone Cultists have no bottom line in vicious means, as long as they can help themselves improve their cultivation, no matter whether the opponent is a decent person or a fellow ghost, even their own close relatives can kill them.

The most frightening thing is that the identities of the Kuangbone Cultists are secretive, and rumors have infiltrated into the families of the major cultivators. They usually appear to be honest and honest gentlemen, but secretly they are murderous demons.

"It was because of my negligence for a while, if it hadn't been for Mr. Song's rescue, I'm afraid it would have ended here." It was because my mind was shaken that I fell into the illusion of that female cultivator, which was very embarrassing.

After a pause, Du Yanshu said again: "...Can I trouble Mr. Song to untie my spiritual veins?"

Song Li didn't say a word, but found a pillow for Du Yanshu to lean on. He sat aside and put his hand on his wrist to feel his pulse. , the flickering candlelight was reflected in his blue-black eyes, so gentle that water could drip out.

Being stared at so tenderly, even though he knew that the other party was checking his complexion, Du Yanshu's body still trembled slightly, and his cold white face was unknowingly stained with a thin layer of red.

"Senior's damaged spirit veins have not been fully repaired, and his breath is unstable. If you rush to undo the spirit seal at this moment, I'm afraid it would be inappropriate."

Hearing this, although Du Yanshu said thank you lightly on his face, his heart was extremely desolate. Could it be that he was going to be so naked and unable to move until tomorrow morning... It's too embarrassing...

Song Li smiled for some reason, and looked at Du Yanshu with a clear look: "Please be patient, senior."

"If you need anything, this junior can do it for you, anything." A pair of eyes narrowed slightly, revealing small canine teeth.

"... I'm sorry." The feeling of always feeling that something is wrong reappeared...

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The author has something to say: Citation: Look, I said it was a serious treatment Uncle: No clothes?serious?

Yin Zhixiao: The unscrupulous ones will come later, uncle, please look forward to it

Uncle: ...refused

Uncle: By the way, when you are healing... do you wear pants?

Quote: Guess (￣▼￣)

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Whether you wear pants or not, you have made up your mind~

Quote: I’m all stripped off. Uncle hasn’t found out the truth yet. It’s great. Don’t be in a hurry to get off the horse. Let Xiao Yu’er play with the vest play. Anyway, if you get off the horse, you need a long kiss or something won't say~