Negative Textbook of Love [Quick Transmigration]

"Dan Yan..."

There was fear in Baili Yunlin's voice that he didn't even notice. He raised his slightly trembling fingers and slowly moved them from the top of the man's hair to his neck.

It wasn't until he felt the subtle rhythm of life that came from the place where the cold skin touched the fingers, that his heart slowly regained consciousness.

The palace man hurried along the path with small steps.

"Your Majesty, the High Priest invites you to visit the Sparrow Terrace."

"Don't go."

"My lord, the high priest said...she has a way to save my mother."

Baili Yun raised his head majestically, and the moonlight focused into cold spots in his pupils.

……

On the top of Wangque Terrace, the huge compass used for astrology has been completely removed, leaving only a flat and smooth stone platform, which is placed in the center of the magic circle written in ancient characters.

At this moment, a person is lying on the stone platform.

This person is wearing a gorgeous germanium-red deep coat, with complicated back-shaped patterns tattooed on the sleeves, collar and hem, and golden auspicious clouds and auspicious fires woven on the belt.

In addition, there is no makeup or headgear, just plain makeup is enough to be dazzling, eyebrows are like Yuandai, lips are vermilion, and loose hair like a waterfall is neatly spread in a fan shape behind, covering the vicissitudes of life on the stone platform. Texture cover.

The night wind was bleak, and the atmosphere was chilling.

A pair of bare hands untied the knot on the golden-red bundle, and the smooth satin rolled down, revealing the simple black sword blade.

Holding the sword through the silk, Ye Jia walked up to Baili Yunlin and knelt down towards him.

"king."

Baili Yunlin took a deep look at her, then grasped the hilt of the black panlong sword, and raised the long sword.

As soon as Fu got it in his hand, he felt an extremely comfortable sense of fit spread from the palm to all the limbs, as if something that had been lacking for a long time had finally returned to Zhao, Baili Yunlin couldn't help but sighed comfortably.But he didn't notice that when he looked away, a trace of black air seeped into his palm from the magic sword.

"Your Majesty, please pour the blood from your palm into this bowl." Ye Jia brought a black ceramic bowl from nowhere.

Without much hesitation, Baili Yunlin neatly cut through the palm of his right hand with the sword in his left hand, clenched his fist and hung it over the pottery bowl, and dripped the gurgling blood into the bowl. After a while, the blood accumulated to a small half of the bowl.

The witch handed over the golden sore medicine and gauze, "That's enough."

Baili Yunlin didn't take the medicine, and directly wrapped his palm with gauze to stop the bleeding.

Ye Jia didn't take it seriously, turned around and held the bowl, walked to Zhang Liangshao, put the bowl on his left hand, then raised his wrist, pushed his palm away, and turned to look at Baili Yunlin.

"Your Majesty..."

She indicated with her eyes that the previous step needed to be repeated.

Baili Yunlin took the sword and walked to the side of the stone platform, frowned for a while and looked at Zhang Liangshao's white and tender palm. After being urged by the priestess again, he raised the sword and drew a line on his palm.

Drops of blood splashed into swirls in the center of the black pottery bowl. After a long time, Ye Jia raised his head when the blood finally reached a golden thread on the top edge of the pottery bowl.

Before the witch could speak, King Suzaku took the medicine and sprinkled it lightly on Concubine Dan's wound, then wrapped his palms layer by layer with fine gauze, tied a delicate bowknot at the end, and comforted Concubine Dan with his thumb. Rubbed it pitifully a few times.

At this time, Ye Jia had already placed the pottery bowl full of blood in a depression on the edge of the stone platform, and a mechanism protruded out of nowhere, and with a "click", the pottery bowl was fixed.

"Please, Your Majesty, put the Excalibur next to Concubine Dan."

Ye Jia dipped the Langhao pen prepared in advance into the bowl, stirred the blood of the two people evenly, then raised the pen, sipped on the edge of the bowl, and raised his arm to draw complex runes on the sword.

It's also interesting to say that the bright red rune only stayed on the sword for a moment, and then it seemed to be absorbed and disappeared without a trace.

By the time the runes on the front and back sides were finished, the bowl of blood had already been used up.Ye Jia used the last few drops of blood to draw a semi-circular flame pattern on the beauty's eyebrows on the stone platform.

"Immortals and demons are in the same body, three souls are in one mind, they are born and destroyed at the same time, and grow together at the same time."

The next moment, the pattern suddenly lit up, as bright as a flame. At the same time, the hidden runes on the long sword lying beside the beauty reappeared in the sword body, flickering and flickering, echoing each other from a distance.

A purple light flashed in Suzaku King's eyes, and a strong longing suddenly rose in his chest. He looked at his left hand, and suddenly had the illusion that it was covered with blood.

"Kill them... kill... blood... demand blood..."

Multiple voices rang in Suzaku King's ears, with a faint "hissing" sound like a poisonous snake. It was cold and sweet, making people dizzy and numb.

pat!

The sound of Zhubi putting down woke Baili Yunlin from his fantasy. He suppressed the strange impulse in his heart, shook his head and focused his eyes, and saw that the sign of the spirit on the stone platform had disappeared, and Danfei's forehead had not disappeared. Blood red totem, there are no bright runes on the magic sword.

"The connection has been completed." Ye Jia made a bow in front of him, "The soul of the concubine Dan has been entrusted to the Flame-eating Sword, and the King is the master of the Flame-eating Sword. Every time the King kills a person with this sword, another The soul will be refined by the divine sword, and the life of the empress will be extended by a stick of incense."

"A stick of incense?" Baili Yunlin frowned slightly.

"That's right." Ye Jia bowed and spoke calmly, "This is the only way to save people—this method is a forbidden technique that is not passed on to the outside world by the witch clan. The blood enters the way of the devil, and from now on, it will be reprimanded by the way of heaven, and if the empress dies, her soul will be devoured by the divine sword and turned into a sword spirit, and she will no longer fall into the cycle of reincarnation."

With an unpredictable expression, Baili Yunlin picked up the long sword on the stone platform and squinted to look at it.

It seems that because of drinking enough blood before, the luster of the long sword is no longer dim, but a bright dark red.

"This sword has shared life with the empress, and half of the empress' soul is attached to the sword. If the king brings this sword by his side, it will be like the empress accompanying him, and it may relieve the king's anxiety." Ye Jia continued.

"...If you don't do this, how long will she have to live?"

"After a month, you will definitely die."

The night wind was like a knife, slicing across the king's deep face, he raised his hand, and brushed the broken hair of the man on the stone platform to his ear.

"I know."