[Comprehensive Martial Arts] What does the hero eat today?

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She squinted her eyes and said these words casually for a long time, and saw that Leng Xue's green eyes were almost immediately occupied by a churning and irrepressible killing intent.

In addition, he was still very nervous, very, very nervous. This nervousness almost made him stiff on the bed, and his fingers that were holding He Jiuli tightly were trembling slightly.

It's amazing, this man can still hold his sword firmly when he is seriously injured, but just hearing such a sentence makes him so emotional that he can't even control his body properly up.

He Jiuli smiled and said, "Why are you shaking? I didn't bully you."

Leng Xue let go of her hand almost reflexively.

He couldn't stand it for a moment.

The woman in front of her was wearing a white gauze, a fairy bun, and her skin was cold and white, but there was a strange light flashing in those pair of peach blossom eyes, which made her look a bit coquettish .

Leng-Blood is not good at dealing with girls, and he has no intention of developing any flirtation with girls.He is indeed a person who wants to run away when he sees any girl, but this time it is not because he is at a loss.

It was because...he felt that he had been seen through.

Leng Xue, formerly known as Leng Lingqi, is the young apprentice of Zhuge Shenhou in the Shenhou Mansion. He has chased down countless criminals who have committed the most crimes. He has been to the northernmost extremely cold place and the westernmost Turpan Flame Mountain. He is persevering and calm. , As long as you are targeted by him, you will either enter the prison of the Ministry of Criminal Justice, or die under his sword.

The scariest thing about Leng-Blood is that he is not afraid of getting hurt at all.

Of course his swordsmanship is the best, but his fearless personality makes the enemy even more terrified.

But in this desperate style of play, there is a secret hidden.

——a secret that only cold-blooded know.

He did it on purpose, deliberately being so desperate, deliberately letting large and small wounds crawl all over his body.

Because he is punishing himself.

I can’t remember exactly when it started. At the beginning of learning swords in cold blood, I was dominated by a bewildered desire to destroy. People who can learn martial arts will more or less like the feeling of destruction, but cold blood is different. The point is... the cold-blooded desire to destroy is too strong.

It was so strong that when he was killing someone, he had a hearty feeling.

He once asked his second senior brother Tie Shou, is killing a person a painful thing?

Iron Hand answered him, killing people is more painful than going to purgatory.

"Hit the god leg" Zhuang Huaifei's answer was the same.

Only then did Leng Xue realize that he was different from others.It is painful for them to kill, and they kill to follow the righteous way, but he is different... His righteous way is mixed with some dirty things.

Killing makes him happy.

He is a bloodthirsty beast, he enjoys the thrill of hunting, enjoys the tactile sensation of his sword piercing other people's bodies, the trembling of the enemy's fear, and the warm blood of the enemy can make him so excited that he can't help himself, almost every chase He will fall into the pleasure of constricting his pupils.

...he is a villain.

Cold Blood understands this very well.

That's why he let himself hurt so much because he would feel guilty for being happy.

Not only guilt, but self-loathing.

These injuries were used by him to punish and flog himself, and they were also used by him to warn himself.

Injury is not a happy thing, but Leng-Blood can only use the severe pain all over his body to calm his restless heart after a big battle.

It's the same this time.

The high frequency of injuries throughout the year made his body as if made of iron. It takes three months for ordinary people to recover from injuries, but it only takes three days for cold blood to recover.

But this is not something to be happy about, at least for Leng-Blood, he is still in a torment like tearing apart.

No one knows this secret, not even Uncle Shi and his three senior brothers.

but now……

But now, a strange woman saw through him with just one look at the scars on his body.

Leng Xue only felt that the blood all over his body was congealed.

A kind of panic suddenly surged from the bottom of his heart, causing his fingers to tremble slightly uncontrollably, and he immediately clenched his fists subconsciously to stop the trembling from spreading.

He struggled to sit up, put on his clothes, and leave the room immediately.As soon as he struggled, all the blood scabs on his pale muscles burst open, and he bit his lower lip viciously in pain, but a trembling breath still leaked out.

He Jiuli ignored him, just opened another bottle of alcohol, lowered his eyes, and poured it on his chest as if it was harmless.

Leng Xue was seriously injured, and his movements were sluggish at all, so he couldn't escape He Jiuli's alcohol-splashing action.

A whole bottle of alcohol was poured on him, and the cold liquid flowed down his chest and into the dusty wound. Almost instantly, the cold-blooded face turned pale , His eyes went dark, and the body that had just stood up fell back onto the bed in embarrassment, making a bang.

But he still only uttered an extremely suppressed muffled sound, as if he was used to patience.

He panted violently and suppressedly, feeling the maddening sharp pain coming from the horizontally slashed wound on his chest. The pain was so real, it was like a huge wave, overwhelming his brain hit.

His whole body was sweating profusely, as if he was about to be unable to bear this torture.

He Jiuli pinched the cotton without saying a word, just helping him clean up the impurities in the wound as if nothing had happened.

Opening his eyes as if waking up from a cold-blooded dream, he saw the woman lowered her head slightly, her long eyelashes drooping like a butterfly, trembling and fluttering.In her graceful chignon was a golden comb, crowned with a brilliant sapphire.

He was dazzled by the light of the jewel.

Most of the severe pain left by the alcohol on his body has disappeared, and the pain caused by He Jiuli wiping his wound with a cotton ball is thin, itchy, and pricks him like a small sharp cone.

... This is not a painful torture.

He was still stiff, and he could only hear his heart beating wildly. He couldn't tell whether it was because of the fright of being seen through or because this strange woman was really close to him now...

After a long while, He Jiuli cleaned the wound and began to sew up his wound. His wound was turned out too badly, and it would be difficult to stop the bleeding if he didn't use the buckle to sew it up.

Perhaps it was because the thing in his hand was so strange that Leng Xue couldn't help staring at it several times. He Jiuli glanced at him, and he immediately withdrew his curiosity, lowered his eyes and slowed down his breathing. The arc of the corner of the mouth is downward, as thin and sharp as his sword.

He just didn't look at He Jiuli at all.

The process of suturing the wound was not complicated. She quickly healed the most hideous knife wound, then applied iodophor to reduce inflammation, wrapped it with gauze, and the simple emergency treatment was done.

During this process, Leng Xue didn't say a word, but a thin layer of sweat had already appeared on his head.

When He Jiuli was done, he hesitated for a moment, and said "Thank you" bluntly.

I don't want to mention the tension between them just now.

He Jiuli stared at him for a while, refusing to look at her in cold blood, but he could feel her gaze. He was at a loss as to what to do, and stretched out his hands stiffly to tidy up his open skirt.

He was still thinking about what He Jiuli said just now in his mind.

That sentence is: Did you do it on purpose?Deliberately making yourself so many wounds...

The moment he heard these words, he almost couldn't suppress his urge to kill violently, his blood surged up, he finally suppressed this desire, and because of his weakness, he had to lie here and let her manipulate him.

The wound is now bandaged.

He knew that she was his benefactor, but he still only said indifferently: "Farewell."

It's rude, but it's the most appropriate response that Leng-Blood can make at the moment.

Then he forced himself to stand up, ready to walk back to Shenhou Mansion step by step.

He Jiuli laughed behind him, and said as if he thought it was very funny: "Do you like hurting people? Or do you like being hurt?"

The string in Leng-Blood's mind was about to snap instantly, he turned his head abruptly, his right hand was already tightly grasping the hilt of his sword.

The murderous desire that had been suppressed by him was churning, almost burning his eyes red.

A cold-blooded voice squeezed out from between the teeth: "...you, don't say any more!"

He knew very well that he was not a normal person, not a person who could normally walk under the sun, but for so many years, he had been careful to control himself, and never only pointed his sword at those who really deserved to die.

Give yourself a space to vent, and give your sword a suitable reason.

But now...

The woman tore off all his years of disguise with just a few words.

He was burned by the tumbling and boiling desire, and even his pupils shrank because of the tension. He gritted his teeth tightly, as if he was fighting with the demon in his heart.

It was really hard to be tortured.

Of course, He Jiuli also saw this, not only did she see that the cold-bloodedness was punishing herself, she could also see why he was punishing herself.

She was still sitting by the bed, straightening a strand of hair on her forehead very naturally.

She decided to show mercy and let Leng Xue go.

She just said as if nothing had happened: "Don't be so tense, be careful that the wound will bleed again, it will waste half a day of my effort."

Leng-Blood's back was still tense, as if he didn't hear this sentence.His slightly cold and ruthless thin lips were pursed, and he didn't intend to say a word to He Jiuli.

He Jiuli sighed, and said again: "Since you are leaving, why are you still standing here?"

Leng Xue took a deep look at her, his eyes full of vigilance and vigilance.

But his back was not so stiff at last, he turned his head slowly, supported by the sword, and went out step by step.

The author has something to say:

Magic reform is my style!

When I watched the Four Famous Catch the Shock in Kanto, I thought, this little brother!Definitely a shaker!This character is so sexy!

So I changed his mojo (Hey!