Why does the shark I picked bite people?

Suddenly, he thought of Cheng Jiao and Cong Yin behind him, and thought of that creepy possibility.

As if a splash of icy water had been poured on his head, Shang Bieyun turned around in horror, his whole body bowed like a straight bow, and the scaled dagger was already in his hand.

But suddenly he was taken aback.

Cheng Jiao held a piece of broken porcelain in his left hand, and in his right hand, from wrist to elbow, there was a wound that was half an arm long. The blood flowed down from his arm like a weak stream and fell to the ground.

Cheng Jiao's face was neither sad nor happy, and he didn't feel any pain. He just looked at his wound like this, then suddenly moved his face closer and smelled it.

When he turned around, there was a little blood on the tip of his nose.He didn't seem to notice it, raised his arms, and smiled at Shang Bieyun: "I smell the smell of ordinary blood, let me come, sir. A few drops of pure blood mermaid blood, sir can smell it dozens of miles away , if I am really a mixed-race merman, there must be a smell of merman blood in my blood, I am afraid it is very faint, and I don't know if so much blood is enough."

As he spoke, he clenched his fists as if he thought the blood flow was slow, and raised his arms high, trying to get closer to Shangbieyun. There was still a little red blood on the tip of his nose, and he urged with a smile. Shang Bieyun: "Sir, come and smell it."

Shang Bieyun's scaled arm hung down as if out of strength. He held the dagger loosely and walked up to Cheng Jiao without saying a word.

Cheng Jiao tried his best to raise his head and raised his arms higher, but Shang Bieyun didn't lower his head, but just looked at him quietly with his hands behind his back.It seems that no matter how high you lift it, you can't reach him.

Blood trickled down his arms, and the clothes on his shoulders were soaked with blood.The arm gradually weakened and trembled a bit, and a few drops splashed on Cheng Jiao's eyes.Cheng Jiao looked at Shangbieyun through a blur of blood, he stood there quietly, blue robe, jet black hair, the two colors mixed together, flowing, merging with the bright red blood on the ground Together, they sank into the darkness together.

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When I opened my eyes again, I saw the delicate and delicate carvings on the Babu bed in front of my eyes, which looked familiar.Cheng Jiao was in a trance for a moment, feeling that this long and ups and downs day was like a big dream of his own.

He moved his body a little bit, and there was a sharp pain in his right arm, and he couldn't help but shrink back, and slowly pulled his arm out from under the quilt.

Several layers of white silk cloth were densely wrapped around the entire forearm. The silk cloth was brand new, wrapped crookedly, but very tightly. Even so, there was still a little blood color showing through the outside of the silk cloth.

Lifting the quilt and taking a look, the clothes on his body have also been changed, it is a set of snow-white middle clothes, which are also brand new.All over the body, only the little blood on the top of the silk cloth is the only filth.

Cheng Jiao stared at the bloody spot, stunned for a while, then suddenly found his memory, and turned his head to look at the side of the bed.

But this time, no one was waiting for him to wake up by the bed.

Cheng Jiao looked at the side stool beside the bed for a while, then turned his head silently, put his hands on his chest carefully, and closed his eyes.

There was a sudden bang at the door, and someone kicked the door open and walked in, cursing: "Throw away, throw away, why don't you throw away this family together!"

The person who came came to the table and smashed the push plate in his hand on the table. There were new silk cloth and medicine bottles on the push plate. While cutting the silk cloth with scissors, he muttered angrily: "A two Everyone, the big one doesn't move, the small one doesn't wake up, I don't think this life can go on, sooner or later I will jump back into the sea, live on seaweed and not serve him!"

Cheng Jiao looked at Cong Yin who was beating and tidying up the silk with her back turned to him for a while, and when she put down the scissors in her hand, she cleared her throat and said, "Well, I'm awake."

Hearing his voice, Cong Yin glanced back at him, ignored him, dropped the silk cloth in his hand and went out.

After a while, another tray came in with a simple bowl of porridge on it, and brought it to Cheng Jiao.

"Can you eat?" The breath is still not going well.

"Yes." Cheng Jiao nodded immediately, supported his body with his left hand and sat up, and took the bowl with his left hand. After taking it, he looked at his right hand, and then at the bowl in his left hand, having trouble.

"If you don't need it, just hold it with a spoon. Let it cool down and swallow it." Cong Yin rolled his eyes and walked back.

"Hey." Cheng Jiao agreed, holding the bowl honestly.

"Since you can use your right hand, why don't you chop it off if you are so willing to risk it? If you have the ability, you will save money by making less sleeves on your clothes." Cong Yin muttered, but Cheng Jiaoquan pretended not to hear.

After a while, he came over with the tray and sat down on the side stool beside the bed: "Stretch out your hand."

Cheng Jiao quickly handed out his right hand.

Cong Yin uncovered the silk cloth layer by layer, glanced at it, raised his head, and gave Cheng Jiao another look: "I said brother, with your recovery ability, why are you pretending to be cruel? Pretending to be life-threatening? "

Cheng Jiao took a look at his wound, and it was indeed a bit horrible.Thinking of Hui Niang's scabbed face after burning the incense, she couldn't help feeling a little embarrassed.

Cong Yin opened the medicine bottle and sprinkled the medicine powder in the bottle on Cheng Jiao's wound. Cheng Jiao trembled in pain and had to be careful not to spill the porridge in his left hand. He kept asking, "First... where is Mr.?"

Cong Yin's face turned darker when he asked Shang Bieyun, but he pretended not to see Cheng Jiao flinching in pain, and the medicine powder was poured even harder: "I just finished burning a lot of clothes, good clothes are expensive, and I'm so tired from arguing." No, I'm going to soak in the pool."

The pain in his hand was like burning, but Cheng Jiao couldn't care less: "Burn the clothes?"

Cong Yin wrapped the new silk cloth around his hands: "That's right, your body, his body, are all new! The best material! I only wore it once! If I say no, it will be stained with blood." Well, washing and washing can still be worn again, but no, why not!" As he said, he couldn't help tightening his hands.

Cheng Jiao didn't seem to feel the pain. Hearing this, his right hand suddenly grabbed Cong Yin's arm: "He...his whole body? Could it be that I got blood on Mr.'s clothes?"

Cong Yin shook off his hand: "Otherwise, how do you think you came back? I can't hold you in my arms. He carried you back all the way into the night, and you both turned into a gourd of blood. The front of his clothes It's all your blood."

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Cong Yin wrapped up the wound for him, and watched him swallow the bowl of porridge before going out. Naturally, he kept talking about how new and expensive the clothes were, how wasteful the business was, and how reckless Cheng Jiao was.

Those words just floated in the air around Cheng Jiao, but didn't reach his ears.

After Cong Yin left, he sat on the bed for a while, turned over and got out of bed, walked to the door, took a deep breath, pushed open the door, and walked out.

I only know that the night is very dark, and I can't tell what time it is.Cheng Jiao held his right arm and walked out of the courtyard slowly, when he heard the faint sound of water coming from outside the courtyard.

He came out from behind the courtyard door.

No matter when, this pool of mirrors in front of him will always be the first sight, making him feel as if his breathing is paralyzed.

Too simple.Except for the sea, he had never seen such simple water.There are no lotuses, duckweeds, small bridges, or pavilions. It is like a mirror between heaven and earth, quietly filling the night and swinging the moon.

Shangbieyun was drenched under the moonlight, soaked in the water, with his hands resting on the edge of the pool, his back to Cheng Jiao.He was wearing a snow-colored unlined garment, soaked in water, revealing a faint pearly color, and the moonlight flowed on it, making his whole body seem to be a little brighter than the moonlight.

Cheng Jiao held his breath unconsciously, neither stepped forward nor spoke.

Shang Bieyun didn't look back, but suddenly spoke, his voice was very soft, but it seemed to come from far away: "You were underwater that day, what did you see?"

Cheng Jiao was stunned for a while before realizing that Shang Bieyun was talking to him. He quickly thought about the question and replied hesitantly: "I saw... saw Cong Yin, she dragged me down, and, also With her tail..."

"That's not it."

Cheng Jiao was stunned for a moment, and then he came to his senses. This time he was silent for a long time: "I saw... mother."

"anything else?"

"Also, the enemy... the enemy's hand."

"anything else?"

"And...and sir." Cheng Jiao said with difficulty, with a heartbroken heart.

Shangbieyun exhaled slowly, looked at the moon above his head: "You are a shark."

"Huh?" Cheng Jiao seemed to have misheard.

Shang Bieyun turned around in the water, put his chin on his hands, and looked at Cheng Jiao: "You are a shark. As long as there is a drop of shark blood in your blood, you are a shark, and you are my clansman. I will protect you. I smell it, and that's what I know."

Cheng Jiao was suddenly at a loss for words, his throat seemed to be blocked, he didn't know what to say.

Shang Bieyun tilted his head and stared at Cheng Jiao's face: "You are a shark, are you happy or sad?"

Cheng Jiao's eyes met his, his eyes were firm for a while, blank for a while, and after a while he replied: "I, I don't know."

Shang Bieyun curled his lips, as if he was not very satisfied with Cheng Jiao's answer, but he didn't say anything. He put his hands on the wall of the pool, and then came out of the water and stood by the pool, wearing a set of white clothes The middle coat was wet and stuck to his body. It should be uncomfortable, but he didn't seem to care, holding the water from his hair, he said: "It's fine if you don't know. Since you are a shark, I can't let you go." Going out. It just so happens that you have nowhere to go, so just follow me like Cong Yin. It's just that you don't have a long tail, and you can't open your scales. I don't know if you will be like a normal mermaid when you grow up If you don’t want to take the risk of becoming a woman, you can only go to Hui Niang’s place. To be honest, I’m still worried that you’re not under my nose. I haven’t figured out how to place you for a while. You might as well tell me what you think."

After finishing speaking, he couldn't wait for Cheng Jiao's answer, he glanced at Cheng Jiao impatiently, Cheng Jiao seemed to be in a daze, his eyes were dazed, and his face was a little red.

Shang Bieyun followed Cheng Jiao's gaze suspiciously, glanced down, and was angry: "You little bastard, where are you looking?"