Death Spell

Chapter 163

Happy Valley.

Le Wenyao rushed out of the room nervously, saying: "The witch, the witch! The witch... the condition of the witch is not good."

"not good?"

Sang Xie didn't have time to ask any more questions, so she put down the bamboo slips in her hand that recorded the evocation of souls. These days, she almost moved out all the ancient books stored in the tomb.Taking three steps at a time, I rushed to the bed and saw that Anya was having difficulty breathing, sweat was dripping from her forehead, and she kept tossing and turning on the pillow, as if she couldn't breathe in the air. Once she touched her limbs, they were cold and stiff.She raised her eyebrows and held Anya in her arms, "Put her in the hot spring pool as soon as possible."

Seeing Sang Xie running out with Anya in her arms, Le Wenyao turned her head to look at the condensed red marks on the bed, recalling the scene of seeing Anya at the bottom of the cliff half a month ago, the more she thought about it, the more frightened she became.

Sang Xie said that if Anya was not a zombie and possessed an immortal body, if she fell from this height, her body would turn into stumps or flesh.But what she was most worried about was not Anya's trauma, but that the soul in her body that belonged to Ruan Pingyu was taken away in a domineering way.And Anya's soul has always been guarded by Bai Ling and Heisha, but it is too far to arrive here from Yayuan, Sang Xie tried her best, but only temporarily saved Anya's life, the rest is up to her good luck.

But in Le Wenyao's view, somehow.Ever since the demon girl rescued the sorceress from the gate of hell, she has been frowning every day, as if she was afraid of something.

Le Wenyao sighed on the spot, turned around and went outside, looking at the place full of crabapple flowers and pear fragrance everywhere.

Such a beautiful scenery, now the slightest thought of enjoying the scenery is gone.

Le Wenyao stood quietly by the side, watching Anya soaking in the hot spring pool with a pale complexion, motionless.And Sang Xie sat cross-legged on the bank, muttering something in his mouth, cut the blood on his wrist with a knife, and threw it into the pool.

Time passed bit by bit, Anya suddenly frowned and let out a "huh", and lost consciousness again.

Sang Xie carried Anya back into the house, and found that the blood stains on the couch had been cleaned up, and a soft quilt had been spread.For the eldest lady who has never worked, it is not easy to do this.

After tidying up, Sang Xie's expression was not very good, so she asked Le Wenyao to watch Anya here, and she wanted to take a short break.

"Bitch, are you really alright?"

The corners of Sang Xie's bloodless mouth curled slightly, "Of course, thank you Wen Yao for helping me keep an eye on her, and call me if there is any movement."

Le Wenyao nodded and watched her leave.

She knew that Sang Xie was afraid that she would lose too much blood and couldn't help hurting her, so in the past few days, every time Sang Xie gave Anya blood, she would run to the next door to rest for a while.In fact, from Le Wenyao's point of view, it doesn't matter if he loses some blood. After all, he returns to Le's house and eats some supplements, and the blood will slowly replenish.

But since Sang Xie didn't speak, she naturally didn't ask any more questions.

Perhaps, this is the trust that Sang Xie spoke of in the ancient tomb?

Le Wenyao shook her head, feeling that the relationship was too complicated for her to understand.Looking back at Anya who had lost consciousness again, her pretty brows frowned again.

She really couldn't figure out why the witch would do this, isn't she afraid of death?Doesn't she want to figure out why the forensic sister became like that?

Why don't you want to... Even she wants to find out about this matter.

Watching and watching, Le Wenyao suddenly realized that as a friend, she didn't understand what the sorceress was thinking at all, and she didn't understand Sang Xie. What she couldn't figure out now was the changes in Tang and Song Dynasties.Looking back on my time with them, it's almost purely intuitive.

But now, Le Wenyao feels that the world has changed.

The witch hides everything in her heart for the purpose of protecting her, but the sorceress used her own methods to get her life and death. The thing that surprised her most was always the forensic sister. How could she be willing to hurt... hurt the sorceress.

Le Wenyao scratched the soft white hair, it was too complicated, she couldn't figure it out, let alone what these people were thinking.

It is said that women have needles in the bottom of their hearts, and this sentence is really true.

Especially a few days ago, Sang Xie actually wanted to send her and her parents' bones back to the old house.How could she go back at this time?

Even if he wanted to go back, at least... he had to wait for Anya to wake up before going back.

But these days, apart from sitting on a bamboo chair and watching silently with her chin in her hands, Le Wenyao has no understanding of those medical skills and metaphysics. All she can do is help An Yala pull the quilt and test the temperature of her forehead.Sometimes I can't wait to hope that the person in front of me, like the code in her computer, has a problem, knock on the code to fix it, and restart it to restore the previous appearance.

"Meow~"

A cat with an all-black upper body and an all-white lower body appeared aside, staring at Le Wenyao expectantly with wide-eyed eyes. It seemed that it was also very worried about Anya's physical condition and wanted Le Wenyao to find a solution.

Looking into its eyes, Le Wenyao couldn't help feeling a little sad.

"I'm sorry, Meow Meow." Le Wenyao reached out and patted it on the head, but it didn't expect it to avoid it, "The witch can't do anything, I don't know, what should I do... I know, you are also very worried Is she?"

"Meow~meow~" The black and white cat looked at Le Wenyao firmly, as if telling her: Don't be discouraged, Anya will be fine.

Le Wenyao felt that she could understand cat language when getting along with these people.

"I also think that the sorceress must be fine, the forensic sister is fine, the witch and I are fine." Le Wenyao held it in his arms, "You have become a cat now, what should I call you? Bai Ling... ...Heisha...how about calling you Lingsha? I think it sounds nice."

"Meow~"

"Like it?" Le Wenyao looked at Lingsha's handsome appearance, and rarely laughed out loud, "Then I'll call you Lingsha."

"Meow~"

……

At ten o'clock in the evening, Le Wenyao's hungry stomach was rumbling. Those lying on the bed and resting next door didn't need to eat, but she was a living person, and if she didn't eat, she would be killed.

When she came to the kitchen and looked at the things on the stove, Le Wenyao stood there pinching her waist, completely dumbfounded.

Firstly, there is no electronic technology here, and secondly, there is no natural gas. How did the witches cook a few days ago?She habitually turned around and raised her hand, trying to open the refrigerator to see what was in it, but found that there was no refrigerator around, and there was a broken stone platform beside it.

Le Wenyao blinked, recalling carefully, before sitting on the sofa with Yan Su, watching how those people who survived in the wilderness survived?

After standing there for 10 minutes, she finally gave up and planned to obediently wait for the witch to wake up, and ask her how to conjure food in such an environment.Unexpectedly, as soon as Le Wenyao turned around, she saw Sang Xie standing quietly not far away. She seemed to have just woken up from a dream. She changed into a white gown and her long hair was casually scattered on her shoulders. His face has become more delicate, and his temperament has become more elegant.

"……you're awake?"

"I just took a short rest, thinking that you are hungry, so I came here to help you get some food." Sang Xie came to Le Wenyao and smiled, "Wen Yao is really hungry, and she came here to find food by herself. "

"No!" Le Wenyao couldn't hold back, and wanted to refute, but when she looked at Sang Xie, she realized that not only did she look bad, but her tone of voice was no longer as strong as before, "Demon girl, are you uncomfortable? You... Are you hungry too?"

Sang Xie's pale lips curled slightly: "No."

"Liar, since this is the case, you don't have to cook for me from now on." Le Wenyao looked dissatisfied, "I know I'm useless, I don't know anything, I can't even do small things like cooking .However, this does not mean that you can hide it from me. I have eyes and a brain. I can see and learn."

"...Wen Yao." Sang Xie didn't expect her to get angry suddenly, and said helplessly, "Okay, let me tell you, I'm hungry."

Le Wenyao looked at her squarely, frowned, and asked, "Do you want to drink... my blood? I'm fine..."

"I was just afraid that you would say that." Sang Xie pulled Le Wenyao to the bench outside, and simply told her the host relationship and the benefits and harms of blood, and then sighed softly, "You know now I have How hungry? If you give me your blood at this time, aren't you afraid that I will kill you?"

Hearing this, Le Wenyao felt a little scared when she recalled cutting her own blood to feed Sang Xie.In this regard, he nodded without denying it.

"I admit that I am afraid of death, because I feel that if I die... I will lose everything." Seeing that the corners of Sang Xie's lips curled up slightly, she said firmly, "But... I don't think you will hurt me." If Sang Xie If Xie wanted to hurt her, she wouldn't bear it so hard, so how could she survive to this day?

"Wen Yao..."

Le Wenyao sat down close to Sang Xie, raised her hand and untied the silk scarf around her neck, tilted her head to the side, saw Sang Xie's expression was slightly condensed, and said with a smile: "Is this what you caused, right? It's because of this that you Will you always avoid me because you are afraid of hurting me again?"

Sang Xie: "..."

"But I also hurt you, we... are even." Le Wenyao raised her chin slightly, and quietly cut her own wrist with a restrained expression, "You have to believe in yourself, you won't hurt me."

"Wen Yao!"

When Sang Xie's body smelled the blood, he trembled unconsciously, his lips pursed into a line, and the corners of his lips turned white again.

Le Wenyao didn't expect that she would be so restrained, and restrained so hard.Seeing that his own blood would be wasted on his body, he directly took it in his mouth.

The viscous blood flowed across Le Wenyao's lips and throat, the taste was a little salty and sweet, I really don't know where it is delicious.

Le Wenyao felt that this was not an option, after all, drinking her own blood would not make her full at all, and would make her even weaker.He gently licked the finger blood with the tip of his tongue, and tied the silk scarf again.

Sensing the slight trembling of the body of the people around her, Le Wenyao felt that she had done something wrong.

"Okay, okay..." Le Wenyao leaned over and raised her hand to signal that she had stopped the bleeding, "I was wrong, witch...don't hold on."

After a while, Sang Xie opened his eyes and stared straight at Le Wenyao with the bright red corners of his mouth. There was a bit of forbearance on his cold and indifferent face.

Before the woman in front of her could speak, Sang Xie had already imprisoned her in her arms, and in the next second, her lips and teeth met.

Le Wenyao's eyes widened, and she saw that Sang Xie's eyes were covered with a layer of haze. When the cold thin lips came close to her, she realized that there was still blood left in her mouth, so she opened it instinctively without stopping her. A touch of coldness seeped into her mouth, and along with the coolness, Le Wenyao felt that something was wrong with her body.

Since the whole person was held in Sang Xie's arms, Sang Xie's palm ran along Le Wenyao's back and slid down to her waist. She pulled off her coat and ran her cold fingertips across her warm waist. Next, the body began to become hot and dry.

I wanted to push her away, but whether it was Sang Xie's kiss or this inadvertent and delicate touch, Le Wenyao had a strong feeling and it was just right.

Sang Xie's icy lips suddenly moved away, and a bottomless blue appeared in his eyes, which gradually returned to black.

Panting for breath, Le Wenyao stared straight at Sang Xie who had regained her composure, but couldn't say a word.

Is it an illusion?

In particular, the color in Sang Xie's eyes was like the blue aurora disappearing in an instant, and the tearless mole on the bottom of her eyes was more like the polar night, which was extremely mysterious and fascinated her.