Master of Metaphysics

Seriously, Rong Zhen gritted his teeth and put down the package, and took out a set of silver needles from it.

He took off his shirt, sat in front of the vanity mirror, endured the severe pain, and pierced the tip of the silver needle into his arm.

His soul is in a special situation. Originally, he lacked a soul, which is very prone to problems, but his soul was struck by the Nine Heavens Profound Lightning, and it was very condensed, and he himself was proficient in metaphysics, so he never thought about what would happen to him .But now someone paid attention to him, and let him see the hidden dangers in himself.

This physical body is not his, although I don't know why it is very compatible with his soul, but it is still impossible to accommodate his soul like his own body without any exclusion, so it gives others an opportunity to take advantage of it. What Rongzhen has to do is to further strengthen this container and completely control his spirit within this body, so he chooses to engrave runes on his body that can trap the spirit. The soul can be firmly locked in this body!

The silver needle pierced the flesh, and a blood flower immediately appeared on the white skin, but the expression on Rong Zhen's face remained unchanged, and he firmly pinched the silver needle with his fingers to draw lines of blood on his arm.

As the needle tip moved, the blood on Rong Zhen's arm grew more and more, and eventually the entire arm was covered with dense scars. The blood flowed out and dripped onto the table, forming a pool.

After finishing the rune on the arm, Rong Zhen heaved a sigh of relief, then, holding the needle in his right hand, he stabbed it towards his chest!

The thin needle tip pierced the chest, and the blood immediately overflowed from the wound. The boy's face was a little pale, but his expression did not show any pain. The picture was extremely weird!

Qu Huaijiang saw such a scene when he opened the door, and the pool of blood on the table made his heart stop beating!

"What are you doing!" Qu Huaijiang strode over, grabbed Rong Zhen's hand, and moved it away carefully, for fear that when he was angry, the needle would go in with a shaking hand.

"What are you doing?!" Looking at Rong Zhen's bloody arm, Qu Huai Jiang Qi's head was about to faint. He carefully tried to lift Rong Zhen's arm, but seeing the dense scars on it, he couldn't do it.

Rong Zhen shrank his head, and his anxious mood calmed down. He was really afraid that something would happen to Qu Huaijiang when he was not by his side.

"I, I'm engraving a life-saving talisman for myself!" Rong Zhen saw that Qu Huaijiang was getting more and more angry, and his eye circles were red, so he hurriedly said, "Don't be angry, I really don't fear pain!"

Hearing Rong Zhen's words, Qu Huaijiang pursed his lips and said, "Is this the only way?"

He carved so many wounds on his body and said it didn't hurt!

Rong Zhen nodded and said, "Don't worry, it's fine."

Qu Huaijiang didn't understand these things. Although he felt distressed, he couldn't stop Rong Zhen. He took a deep breath and reluctantly said: "Then, you continue."

Rong Zhen nodded, and said: "I'm going to finish the painting soon, really, I will bandage it when I finish the painting."

"I'll get you medicine and gauze." Qu Huaijiang got up quickly and went out.

Seeing Qu Huaijiang go out, Rong Zhen breathed a sigh of relief, it's not that he doesn't hurt, it really hurts!But no matter how painful it is, you can't just give up halfway. With a pursed mouth, Rong Zhen started to continue the rest of the work on his chest.

It was only when the sky was slightly dark that Rong Zhen finished drawing all the runes. At this time, his body was covered in blood, his face was pale, and he looked as if he might faint at any time.When Qu Huaijiang, who was holding the medical kit, heard Rong Zhen's voice coming in, his heart skipped a beat when he saw the boy sitting in front of the mirror covered in blood. With trembling hands, he hugged the boy to the bed.

"I'm fine, but it hurts a little." Rong Zhen stretched out his hand to caress Qu Huaijiang's face that seemed paler than his own, and comforted him.

Qu Huaijiang pursed his lips tightly, his expression was gloomy, he is an ordinary person after all, nothing can help Rongzhen, he can only watch him get hurt, it is really useless!

"Go to the hospital." Qu Huaijiang looked at Rong Zhen's wounds all over his body, not knowing where to start.

Rong Zhen shook his head: "They are all very shallow wounds, there is no need to go to the hospital, I don't want to go." He looked pitifully into Qu Huaijiang's eyes.

Reluctantly, Qu Huaijiang took the medical kit to the bedside, took out the medicine from it, and began to help Rongzhen treat the wound.

The cotton wool stained with blood was gradually thrown all over the floor. After carefully wiping the blood off Rong Zhen's body, Qu Huaijiang found that those tiny wounds had begun to condense into scars. Rong Zhen looked at him eagerly and said, "Look I just said it’s okay, the injury will be healed in the hospital.”

The spiritual power in his body will definitely repair these wounds, except for some pain, it's actually nothing serious.

"You!" Qu Huaijiang saw that it was really not too serious, so he let go of the stone in his heart, but seeing the large scars on his fair chest, he still felt distressed, "I'll eat something good to make up for you later. repair."

Gently tapping the tip of Rongzhen's nose, Qu Huaijiang smiled a little forcedly.

Carefully choosing a softer dress to help Rong Zhen change into, Qu Huaijiang took Rong Zhen to a private restaurant.

This private restaurant is called Qiumingju. It was opened by an old acquaintance of his father. It is located in a remote, quiet alley, in a small courtyard that is not too big. It was already seven in the evening when the two arrived. It was too late, and the tables in the courtyard of Qiuming's house were full of people, and there were no more vacancies.

"How about we eat somewhere else?" Rong Zhen sniffled his nose, smelling the fresh scent that kept drifting to the tip of his nose in the air, almost drooling, but looking at the full yard, he still pulled away unwillingly. Pull Qu Huaijiang's sleeves.

Qu Huaijiang looked at his small eyes that kept looking into the yard, he didn't know that he was greedy, so he couldn't help laughing and teasing him: "Okay, then let's come early tomorrow."

Rong Zhen nodded, and looked at the yard again with some disappointment, his feet seemed to be nailed, and he couldn't move.

Qu Huaijiang finally couldn't help laughing, the impatience and boredom in his heart had largely disappeared in recent days, he pinched Rongzhen's nose and said: "Okay, I have already greeted the boss, our position In the house."

Rong Zhen's eyes lit up, squeezed out two small dimples, tightly pulled Qu Huaijiang's sleeve and walked inside.

After passing through several tables of guests in the yard, they came to the only two-story small house in the yard. After entering the door, they saw the stairs leading to the second floor, and on both sides of the stairs were tightly closed kitchens.

After going up the stairs, Rong Zhen realized that the second floor turned out to be the living room, bedroom and kitchen. The only table was placed in the center of the living room.

"This is Uncle Han's residence," Qu Huaijiang pulled Rong Zhen into the living room and sat down, and poured him a cup of water from the teapot, "Uncle Han is the owner and chef here, and his cooking skills are passed down from his ancestors. He and my father are good friends, so every time I come to Xiangshi, I will come here. The tea he made himself is very fragrant, try it."

Rong Zhen took the tea and took a sip, it was really refreshing, not much different from what he drank when he was a national teacher before: "It's delicious!"

"When I left, I asked Uncle Han to take some back." Qu Huaijiang looked at Rong Zhen's happy expression, and gently rubbed his head.

After waiting for a while, two young men in bunts brought their dinner for today.

One dish of sweet and sour fish, one dish of fish-flavored shredded pork, one dish of vinegared cabbage and fried lettuce, and the last one of tomato and egg soup.

It was very homely, but as soon as the dishes were served on the table, Rong Zhen was attracted by the bursts of aroma. When the two young people went downstairs, he couldn't wait to pick up a chopstick of cabbage and stuff it into his mouth.

"Uncle Han doesn't accept orders, can you eat these for your wound?" Qu Huaijiang put a bowl of soup for him and put it next to him, worried.

Rong Zhen nodded and continued to pick up vegetables.

Qu Huaijiang saw that he was eating deliciously, shook his head and smiled, then picked up a bowl and gave him a sip of soup, Rong took a sip of the soup with his hand, sighed and said: "It's so delicious!"

Qu Huaijiang let out a muffled laugh, seeing Rong Zhen continue to bury his head in his mouth, he picked up the chopsticks.

Waiting for Rong to eat well, the plates on the table were empty, he leaned against the back of the chair and sighed with his slightly swollen belly, Qu Huaijiang stretched out his hands to rub his stomach slowly, and said with a smile: "Greedy ghost."

The two paid the bill and left, but that Uncle Han never showed up.

Back at the hotel, Rong Zhen wiped himself and fell asleep.

After a while, Rong Zhen's door was quietly opened with a gap, and a black figure came in, and then quietly closed the door.

Qu Huaijiang walked to the bed lightly, staring at the boy's sleeping face through the faint light coming in from the window.

He didn't know what the scars on Rong Zhen's body were for, and what danger Rong Zhen was facing, but he knew that he couldn't do anything. This feeling made him very powerless, but he didn't know what to do.

Gently touched the boy's tender cheek, and sighed.

As time passed, Qu Huaijiang just sat on the edge of the bed and looked at Rong Zhen until he couldn't hold on anymore and fell on top of him.

Rong Zhen was woken up dazedly by the impact, saw that the person lying on top of him was Qu Huaijiang, his heart relaxed, and he fell asleep again.

Qu Huaijiang knew that he was dreaming. He dreamed that he had turned into a wolf, lying lazily basking in the sun in a small ancient courtyard, while a girl in ancient costume was fanning himself slowly with a fan. .

Although he became a wolf, Qu Huaijiang didn't feel awkward at all, he accepted his identity easily.

The sun was getting higher and higher, and he wanted to go out to see what this place was, but he felt that there seemed to be something important here that was holding him back.

After waiting for a while, he saw a young man coming in at the door, wearing a white gold-rimmed robe, with long hair draped over his shoulders softly, with a trace of displeasure in his exquisite eyebrows and eyes, the young man walked towards this side.

At the first sight of the young man, Qu Huaijiang was stunned, this is Rong Zhen.

Rong Zhen, who is wearing an ancient costume, seems to have an extra air of arrogance in peacetime, but in Qu Huaijiang, he feels that there is no sense of disobedience for that trace of arrogance appearing on Rong Zhen's face.

"Wow——" Qu Huaijiang happily called Rong Zhen's name and wanted to rush over, but found that he could only growl like a wolf, and he froze in place with his front paws raised.

How annoyed that you can't even get close to Rong Zhen in a dream.

As soon as Qu Huaijiang had such an idea, he saw the environment around him began to change, the small yard gradually disappeared, and he returned to Rongzhen's room. The boy on the bed fell asleep peacefully, and Qu Huaijiang came to the On the edge of the bed, he rested his furry paws on the edge of the bed, and gently arched his big head against Gong Rongzhen's face.

At this time, a black light extended from the window, climbing towards the sleeping boy.

Qu Huaijiang instinctively sensed that the black silk thread was really malicious towards Rong, he let out a low growl, and grabbed the black silk thread with his claws, and the silk thread hit his paw, and it was ruthlessly strangled into his flesh pad, There was a sizzling sound, but Qu Huaijiang ignored the pain in his palm and swung his claws violently, breaking the silk thread.

The broken thread slowly dissipated into a cloud of black air, and Qu Huaijiang crawled to the bedside again, licked Rongzhen's face, and fell asleep exhaustedly.

The author has something to say: resume update~

I want to write some sweet daily life, Mr. Qu is about to wake up~