The God-sent Koi of Quick Transmigration

From that day on, Zhisha returned to its original state, and continued to share the same bed with Bai Jinmo every night. After many attempts to drive him away to no avail, Bai Jinmo had no choice but to let Zhisha go.

The days in the medicine valley were very leisurely in the countryside. Bai Jinmo's biggest daily job was to stop killing and prepare medicines, so as to clear away the dark wounds left in his body due to drug testing and poisoning.

And Zhisha seems to have adapted to this slow-paced life a little bit. In the morning, he accompanied the little genius doctor to go up the mountain to collect herbs, in the afternoon he found a place where no one was there to start practicing magic skills, and at night he fell asleep with his arms around the little genius doctor. Although life is simple , but calmly made him think that there were no disputes in the rivers and lakes.

On this day, Bai Jinmo went to the small kitchen alone to dispense medicine, and Zhisha found an open space as usual, sat down cross-legged and began to meditate, and silently recited the Heart Sutra from "Tianmo Treasure".

"Tianmo Treasure" is worthy of its name, and its internal circulation in the body is also extremely domineering. It only took one week to stop killing, and the pale complexion was stained with a layer of fiery red, and the blood spurting under the skin could be faintly seen .

Because of the operation of the exercises, the meridians of his whole body are going through a process of widening. The pain in this process is unbearable for ordinary people, but Zhisha's expression is very calm, as if he is used to this kind of pain.

That's right, after all, he had the experience of testing medicine for the people of the Demon Cult all those years ago, and what time was it that it didn't hurt to the marrow of his bone?

The magic power is still running, once, twice, three times...

The corners of Zhi Sha's eyes gradually overflowed with a bit of red, and bright red magic lines appeared at the end of his eyes, extending all the way to his neck, and even spreading all over his body non-stop.

"Well……"

A muffled grunt overflowed from Zhisha Confinement's lips, and then bright red blood stained his entire chin red.

"puff!"

In an instant, blood covered the grass next to Zhisha, and this powerful and cold man was trembling uncontrollably, with blue and red blood vessels appearing and disappearing, like entangled thorns, making people drip with blood.

Zhisha felt that he was trapped in a fog, and the blood energy was soaring everywhere, directly invading his nasal cavity.

His eyes also gradually became blood red, his body was full of bone-cracking pain, and there was a voice shouting in his body - kill!kill!kill!

Only killing can stop the deepest desire in his heart; only blood can give him temporary peace.

So, like a puppet without a soul, Zhisha staggered to his feet and walked towards a place where there were people. The remaining memory of his body told him that in a hut not far away, someone...

"hiss……"

Bai Jinmo was cutting the medicine, but suddenly felt a palpitation. He looked up at the small quiet courtyard outside the door, as if everything was as usual, but the deep anxiety in his heart could not be dissipated no matter what.

Really unable to calm down, he had no choice but to leave the work at hand and prepare to go out for a walk.

As soon as he took two steps, he saw a figure swaying not far away, it was Zhisha.

At the same time, what surprised Bai Jinmo was the bloody aura soaring to the sky on the man's body, which was a manifestation of the overflowing magic skills. Seeing this, Bai Jinmo didn't care too much, so he hurriedly walked towards Zhisha, just wanting to see Look at each other's condition.

Zhi Sha felt that familiar aura approaching him. Through the thick scarlet blood mist, he could vaguely see the boy in light-colored clothes. He couldn't hear anything, but at this moment, he couldn't hear anything clearly, all he wanted was blood.

At the moment when Bai Jinmo approached, Zhisha pulled the frail young man into his arms at a speed that ordinary people could hardly react to, because it was difficult to express the devilish energy in his heart, so Zhisha's movements were rough, but It was a face-to-face effort, and Bai Jinmo's front was torn to pieces, revealing his white chest.

"Stop killing..."

Bai Jinmo noticed something was wrong with the man, so he didn't say much about the man's sudden actions, but tried his best to comfort him: "Do you still recognize who I am?"

"Who..." Zhisha's voice was very dry, like a rusty sword slipping through a hard shield armor, the sound knocked on the eardrum of a person, giving people a sense of dilapidation and ruthlessness.

"Stop killing?" Bai Jinmo was still trying to wake up the man's mind, but his shoulder being pinched by the other party hurt so badly that he couldn't help frowning, thinking that there would definitely be a terrifying and hideous hole left there. Qingyin.

Even in the hazy field of vision, Zhisha could still detect the frown of the other party, such a subtle movement once again aroused the tyranny in his heart-why frown?Just hate him that much?Is it because he is a member of the Demon Cult?Or is it that the boy is afraid of him?

No matter what the reason is, it is all to stop killing and resist. He doesn't want to see these emotions on the young man's face. He thinks it shouldn't be, but what should it be?

Seeing that the man didn't respond for a long time, Bai Jinmo wanted to break free from the other party's shackles to get his pulse, but this action turned into a complete detonation and stop killing, and the next moment Bai Jinmo was carried by this man on his shoulders.

The young man's thin waist and abdomen hurt from the man's shoulders, and his eyes were messed up by the upside-down scene.

Knowing that Zhi Sha has lost all reason at this time, Bai Jinmo also rested his other thoughts and quietly acted as a "puppet" being carried upside down.

The obstacles along the way could not stop the aggressive Zhisha. He carried Bai Jinmo and drove light kung fu to a cave in the medicine valley. This was the secret base where Zhisha had been practicing for a while.

Bai Jinmo was thrown on the straw mat, and when he looked up, he could see Zhi Sha's pale cheeks, the corners of his eyes were scarlet red, and even his lips seemed to be drinking blood, exuding a violent and bloody aura.

"What... do you want to do?" At this moment, some colorful thoughts popped up in Bai Jinmo's untimely mind. After all, it is not impossible for this guy's urine in the previous few worlds, so—— Is it resistance?Or did you follow the trend?

Zhisha's eyes were red, and he stared closely at the young man lying on his back on the straw mat. The blood mist in his eyes was thicker than scattered, and even stained with an unspeakable color. In his chaotic mind, a frame Frames of images about the boy are flashing, from the first treatment, to feeding the medicine with tongue and tongue, to falling asleep together...

That kind of soft breath enveloped him all the time, allowing him to barely find a sliver of reason in the madness.

But... the existence of a young man is a weakness for Zhisha.

What he desires is to gain a foothold in the arena, and wants to make everyone fear his remaining prestige, so there should be no such thing as weakness.

Therefore, juveniles should not exist.

Whether it is the "little guy" teased by him, or this "little genius doctor" with outstanding art, they should not exist in the life of Zhisha...

he should have killed him...

The author has something to say: Here I come!Those who want to kill their wives will stop killing their wives, the crematorium will be indispensable in the future hahahahahaha