Raiding the Sick Beauty Shizun [Transmigration Book]

Geng Sang Hua made a slight gurgling sound in his throat, his thin lips trembled slightly, and his eyelids seemed to be extremely heavy, and he couldn't open them even after lifting them a few times.

Yuan Xu didn't want to force him at first.Gently move the fingertips, press on Geng Sang Hua's forehead, and then move up along the man's black hair, carefully and cautiously, lightly touch the strange bone that was forcibly embedded in Geng Sang Hua's Tianling Cap.

"...Well," Geng Sanghua trembled from the pain, every inch of his broken muscles and bones hurt, the pain made him almost unconscious.

Yuan Xu sighed. "Master..."

Geng Sanghua moaned more painfully, and suddenly opened his eyes, his eyes were red. "Let me go!"

Geng Sanghua's voice was sharp, like a demon emerging from an underground abyss.

Yuan Xu remained calm, he had spent the past few years with his master, and he had already gotten used to the fact that his master would turn into a completely different person every night when he was enchanted.Perhaps, it wasn't a human being, but the real owner of that strange bone—the demon from the depths of the abyss.

"Let me go!" Geng Sanghua's voice became more and more high-pitched, staring at Yuan Xu and scolding bitterly. "You are just using me as a raft. None of you dare to admit the truth of the Dao Demon War, but you want to use me as a raft. Why?!"

Yuan Xu paused slightly with his fingertips.

In the past few years, this is the first time that Geng Sang's painting mentioned the Dao Demon War in Shuo Ye.

"Master," Yuan Xu seduced him with a hoarse voice. "What is the truth about the Dao Demon War? Who hurt you?"

Geng Sanghua didn't answer him, and stared at him angrily with blood-colored peach blossom eyes. "You all died in battle, why did you leave me to live alone? Master, you are unfair!"

There is only one current master of Baishishan, and that is Geng Sanghua himself.

So Geng Sang's painting should be about a thousand years ago - at that time, Baishi Mountain was not the leader in the world of cultivating immortals.Everyone in Baishi Mountain, including the outer disciples who were holding the broom, died together.

Is Geng Sang painting the master in his mouth?Yuan Xu thought about it, and it was probably one of the secrets hidden in the forbidden area behind Mingyue Xiaolou.He only heard that the master was called Taoist Yan, and he knew nothing about the rest.

Geng Sang Hua never mentioned the past.

Yuan Xu felt a slight headache.He pressed his fingers slowly on the different bones of Geng Sang Huatian's spirit cover, a faint light burst out from his fingertips, and all the strands of true energy were swallowed by Geng Sang Hua.

This trick used to work very well, but unfortunately the last few times it has had little effect.

Especially tonight.

Geng Sanghua suddenly broke free from the snow coffin, and he didn't know where he got the strength to lift up half of his body. Just as he raised his head, there was a click, and the neck bone shattered.

Yuan Xu was so frightened that he immediately hugged Geng Sanghua tightly.

"Master, don't move." Yuan Xu's voice was hoarse as if it had been scraped by a blade, and his Adam's apple swallowed unconsciously. "you……"

"Uh, uh..." Geng Sanghua also hurt.His eyes were red from the pain, and he was unconscious, but he still knew how to struggle in Yuan Xu's arms.

Both of them had just bathed, and they didn't wear a trace, and they felt strange when they rubbed against each other.

Yuan Xu's embarrassing face was hot, the person in his arms was his master, although he had never read novels before, he also knew that in ancient times, masters were like fathers, and masters and apprentices probably could not fall in love.As a disciple, he must never miss his master.But...but if Geng Sanghua keeps rubbing against him like this, he will almost lose control of the blood in his 20-year-old body.

no.The actions that Master is making now are due to the confusion when he encountered a demon.Master probably didn't know what he was doing.

He must maintain dignity for his master.

Yuan Xu sank into his dantian, hardened his heart, forcibly controlled the ready-to-move hormones in his body, and tried his best to suppress Geng Sanghua with his arms like iron hoops.

This action immediately triggered Geng Sanghua to struggle more violently.

Yuan Xu suddenly closed his eyes, raised his long legs, and suddenly crushed Geng Sanghua below the waist.Geng Sanghua struggled unwillingly, and the tibia of his leg broke immediately.

The veins on Yuan Xu's forehead twitched when he heard this voice.

No, this is not what he wanted.Right now, Master Geng Sanghua doesn't know that he is flirting, and he doesn't know that struggling hard will hurt his fragile body.Geng Sanghua is not sober, he must fight quickly!The more it dragged on, the more painful Geng Sanghua would be.

At the end of the night, Geng Sanghua had already lost consciousness, and he was the only one who could control the situation right now.

Yuan Xu became ruthless, lifted Geng Sang Hua's frail right arm and put it around his neck, then picked him up by the waist, and leaned over to cover him.

The legs are pressed against the body and the body is close to the body.

Interlocking fingers.

Geng Sanghua's body, which was hot and cold, suddenly stopped moving, his body temperature condensed, and he opened a pair of red pupils.

After a few seconds, the sound of breathing also stopped.

Yuan Xu leaned over to sniff this man in disbelief, yes, he was indeed not breathing.

The blood spilled out along Geng Sang's damaged body, at first it was strands of red thread, soaking the snow-white coffin that Yuan Xu condensed with his true energy into a crimson glow.When Yuan Xu leaned over to get close, the blood became a stream, gurgling over Geng Sanghua's body.

Most of Geng Sanghua's body was soaked in the river of blood.

"Master!" Yuan Xu was in a hurry, his long hair after the bath fell from the back of his head, and carelessly swept across Geng Sang's face. "You...don't scare me."

In the previous life, if the soldiers led by former Yuanxu saw the appearance of the boss, they would probably not believe it, at least their eyes would pop out of their sockets.Yuan Xu never flustered in front of people, he was born with dark complexion and always looked sullen, so even though he was handsome in his previous life, no one dared to provoke him.

Men, women, none of them.

In the previous life, no one had ever seen Yuan Xu speak such soft words.After all, he is a person who has been tempered in the rain of swords and guns. He never blinks when he pulls the trigger with his fingers, let alone softens his heart.

But tonight Yuan Xu panicked.

"Master... You, why are you uncomfortable? Where? Say something."

Yuan Xu yelled Geng Sanghua's name indiscriminately, leaned over, and pressed his chest closer to Geng Sanghua's heart, trying to warm this person with his body temperature.He even kept getting up, pressing Geng Sang's heart with his palm, trying to do a pacemaker.

For a moment, Yuan Xu even forgot that he was an immortal cultivator.

Inside the Yinxue Building, Geng Sanghua, who was suppressed by Yuan Xu, remained motionless, and there seemed to be embers of the setting sun in his blood-colored pupils.Every inch of the skin in the flesh was stained red with blood, all tendons and veins were broken, and those two thin lips that were always smiling and mocking were now also glowing an ominous gray-purple.

"Master—!"

After another failure of cardiac compression and pacing, Yuan Xu closed his eyes dejectedly, almost choking in his throat.

It was even more late, and the wind and snow came suddenly.

There was a sudden sound of wind in the Yinxue Building where there were no candles, and the sound of bells and drums came from nowhere and was sent to Yuan Xu's ears with the sound of the wind. It seemed that some inner disciples living in the valley were practicing zither spells.

The sound of the spell awakened Yuan Xu.

Yuan Xu raised his head, managed to gather his composure, and sat cross-legged again with Geng Sang Hua hugged on his knees.After a stick of incense, the room was covered with white snow, and three feet of snow had accumulated without knowing it, Yuan Xu and Geng Sang's paintings were buried in the snow.The snow covered Yuan Xu's hair and shoulders, the two flying eyebrows were frosted, and the eyelashes that drooped were covered with ice and frost.

Mantian Feixue was forcibly imprisoned in this Yinxue Tower, with nowhere to go, so he could only be forced to lay out a snow bed enough for two people to sleep on.

Yuan Xu sat cross-legged on the snow bed with Geng Sang Hua in his arms. Whenever Geng Sang Hua lost blood in his body, the snow bed would visibly thicken by half an inch.

The true energy in the snow bed was condensed, and the aura was so strong that it pierced the bone and pierced the skin.This sudden appearance of the snow bed is clearly far superior to the treasures of immortals that Yuan Xu, a late-stage Jindan cultivator, can gather at this moment.

Yuan Xu didn't hesitate any longer, and rolled into the deep part of the snow bed with Geng Sang's painting in his arms.

Then, with his lips pressed against his lips, he breathed out his true energy.

**

The next day, Geng Sanghua woke up when the first ray of skylight leaked into the Linghua window of Yinxue Xiaolou.

When he woke up, he found that the two were embracing in an indescribable posture.

Inside the Yinxue Building, Yuan Xu firmly protected Geng Sanghua and lay on his side on the ground, with Geng Sanghua's right arm being cushioned by Geng Sanghua's neck, as if he had been using his arm as a pillow for him last night.The breaths of the two intertwined, and their bodies were tightly pressed together. The ice spirit aura from Yuan Xu's body seemed to be absent, as cool and thin as a kind of mint grass in the Baishi Mountain.

Tianguang climbed into the crack of the ground along the Ling window, and all the children of Baishishan outside had already got up to practice, but Yuan Xu was still awake, his eyes were slightly closed, and his lips were a little gray.

Geng Sang Painting: ...

He immediately took off the hand that was hooking Yuan Xu's neck.

I wish I could chop off this hand.