The mountain ghost blows out the lights

Feng Qiu made up her mind not to talk to Feng An.

He has never regretted what he did, and now he is a prisoner, and it is only because his skills are not as good as others, no matter what Feng An tells him, he will not be shaken.

Feng An didn't care either, she lowered her head and smiled at him.

Zuo Fengqiu couldn't move now, so he took the boy's wrist and patted his thin shoulder like a real good brother.

——and then shot out without warning.

Feng An slapped Feng Qiu's chest with his palm. There was no fancy move, but he used great strength, and he knocked the slender boy backwards and flew far away.

He was crisp and ruthless, without blinking an eye.

Unprepared, Feng Qiu hit the corner of the stele with his back, and with a loud 'bang', he slid down again and fell into the pool of blood that was still split in two, and stopped moving.

Heaven and earth are silent.

Shen Lianxing: "Oh."

Yan Jinping: "..."

I didn't expect Feng An to do it as soon as he said he would do it, and he did it so ruthlessly.

Fengqiu...should still be alive, right?

With his current physical strength, he shouldn't die after just one beating.But hearing that voice, even if he didn't die, he was probably seriously injured.

Feng An didn't waver, his expression was normal, he even rubbed his fingers, as if he wasn't the one who beat his favorite little brother away just now.

It seems that this is also a ruthless character.

After all, Fengqiu's contract with this place is still there, at least the blood pool didn't let him sink directly into the sea, but since he fell down, he hasn't moved, even his body hasn't moved up and down, which makes people wonder if he's still breathing.

The pool of blood wriggled slowly, and sent Feng Qiu back to the circle of rocks next to the wordless stele.

It was as if he was specially sent to Feng An.

Feng An looked down at him, and said softly: "Can you finally calm down this time?"

Sure enough, Feng Qiu was not dead, and his mind was still clear.

His face was expressionless, and both arms were hanging down limply, none of which could use any strength.Lying on his back, seeing Feng An walking towards him, he tilted his head and spit out a mouthful of blood mixed with internal organs, and said hoarsely: "You won."

These were all his trump cards, and he used them in full bloom, but he failed to achieve his goal. Now that he has become like this, Feng Qiu has no other means.

Feng An looked down at him: "Yes."

Feng Qiu said again: "I miscalculated, what are you going to do now, why don't you just kill me?"

Fangcai Fengan never held back that moment, saying that he planned to kill him directly, Fengqiu believed it.

Thinking about it, the things he did were considered harmful to ordinary people. Since he dared to do it, he had already foreseen the possible results if he failed.

"One knife." Feng Qiu moved his neck vigorously, giving them advice, "Cut it off here, cut off my head...or just burn me to death with a fire?"

"Don't worry." He said again, "This time I am in your hands, there is no way out, and I will never be resurrected."

Feng Qiu said that she was afraid of death, and had been pursuing eternal life, but now she wanted to die, but she was very happy.

Maybe he was afraid of the coming torture, maybe he didn't know how to face failure, maybe... he was worried about something else.

Feng An stood in front of him, looked down at the embarrassed Feng Qiu, as if it was the first day he knew him, and did not speak.

"Come on." Feng Qiu glanced at him, spat out another mouthful of blood, and reluctantly said, "Don't you hate me? Kill me, just give me a good time."

His body has long been corroded by the curse, even the blood is black, occasionally a little red, pitifully little, like ink mixed with cinnabar.

"Win the king and lose the bandit, I understand, brother."

He changed the address back again.

Feng An remained silent, squatted down, and held his heart with one hand.

Feng Qiu frowned and said, "You..."

"I've thought about it before." Feng An interrupted him.

"You asked me if I knew what it was like to be a short-lived crow, but I actually thought about it."

This topic jumps up too fast, Feng Qiu was taken aback.

"I think our Qiuqiu is such a lovely child, of course I have to protect him all the time, but my protection alone is not enough, accidents may still happen, wouldn't it be bad if I wasn't there at that time?" Feng An said softly , "I have imagined many possible situations and many reasons for you to leave me."

"I also thought about what to do to avoid them."

Feng Qiu's pupils suddenly dilated, he had already resigned himself to his fate, but now for some reason, he struggled desperately, but after all he had no strength, like a dying fish.

The voice was hoarse and unpleasant, with blood froth mixed in between the words: "Stop talking, I don't want to hear it!"

Feng An didn't shut up, she held down Feng Qiu's wobbly body, made a complicated mark with her fingers, and tapped on his chest.

While continuing: "I think I'm not a god after all, and I can't fight against the destiny. What should I do when the time comes?"

"How am I going to protect my brother?"

Feng Qiu seemed to know what he was going to say, and struggled more intensely: "Shut up, I don't want to hear it! Kill me, why don't you kill me—"

"Then I thought of it."

"Qiuqiu, guess what I thought of?"

Feng Qiu's voice stopped abruptly.

Feng An carefully observed the expression on Feng Qiu's face.

The young man was originally pale, but now that he has suffered serious injuries, he looks like a living ghost. Even the color of his lips has faded, as if all the blood in his body has been drained, leaving only an empty body.

Feng An once again thought inappropriately: he must be cold like this.

He had many thoughts in his mind, what he wanted to say, what he wanted to do, Feng Qiu... but he didn't show it.

Feng Qiu's expression was blank, and he didn't answer Feng An's question, his face was full of resistance.

Seeing him like this, Feng An smiled lightly, and asked again: "Qiuqiu is so smart, guess what, brother came up with?"

Feng Qiu stopped struggling.

"I don't know." He closed his eyes and turned his head away again, refusing to meet Feng An's gaze, "...I don't want to know either."

Yan Jinping listened the whole time, and frowned at this moment.

Shen Lianxing noticed immediately: "Why, what did you think of?"

"I don't know, I'm not... not sure yet." Yan Jinping guessed something, and said softly, "Let's have a look."

Crow Feather finally landed, standing on a reef not too far away, the black feathers almost blended with the stone, like an inconspicuous protrusion on the reef.

He has personally experienced the whole story of this incident, his best friend betrayed, the world turned upside down, he thought something would happen to Feng An, but it turned out to be the other way around.There have been ups and downs several times, and I don't know what mood I am now.

The poor little crow seemed to grow up in one day, but no one ever asked him if he wanted to.

Feng An's pinching hand kept pointing to Feng Qiu's chest, where he had slapped it just now, and now it gradually sank into Feng Qiu's body, but it didn't leave any scars on his chest.

Feng Qiu watched helplessly as Feng An took out a drop of blood from his body.

It is golden, but not completely golden, mixed with strands of black, the two colors are inseparably entangled, as if they have long been fused into one.

"This is my divine blood." Feng An introduced with a smile, "Have you heard of it?"

Feng Qiu had obviously heard about it, her body stiffened, and she spit out another mouthful of blood.

——There is still a lot of blood in his small body, it's all like this, and it hasn't drained.

Yan Jinping sighed, "Sure enough."

Feng An is really... people don't know what to say about him.

Shen Lianxing had never heard of this term, and asked, "What is divine blood, Feng An's blood?"

"Almost. You can understand it as..." Yan Jinping hesitated, then found a word, "Gengu."

"That's what makes a divine beast a divine beast. Bai Ze also has it. His was given to Ji Qingping."

"It should have been golden in the first place." He sighed, "The blackness inside...it should be because of Feng Qiu."

Feng Qiu stayed in the unclean sea for too long, committed too many crimes, even the blood of the gods was polluted, and became what he is today.

Shen Lianxing immediately understood: "That Feng An..."

Yan Jinping scolded people expressionlessly: "Feng An is an idiot."

In the past, he only knew that he loved Feng Qiu, but he didn't expect it to be so painful that he even gave him the most precious divine blood.

Is it worth it?Is Fengqiu compatible?

It's a pity that whether it's worth it or not doesn't matter if he says it, Feng An says it.

Feng An is still smiling, the young man has an outstanding appearance, even if his complexion is not very good and his hair is a little messy, it still does not detract from his young and beautiful appearance.He hung the drop of divine blood on his fingertips, showed it to Feng Qiu, and said slowly, "Actually, there's only half of it here."

His lifespan, ability, blood, and roots.

No more, no less, exactly half.

Put in Feng Qiu's body by Feng An, I don't know how long.

What is Feng An going to do?

... Is there even a need to ask?

Feng Qiu's face was blank. After a while, he opened his mouth and found his own voice: "When?"

Feng An: "Huh?"

He clearly knew what Feng Qiu meant, but he didn't answer, obviously wanting Feng Qiu to ask more details.

Fengqiu: "When... was it put in?"

"Before you die." Feng An thought for a while, and said precisely, "A few days before I go out."

Feng Qiu stared at him, as if he didn't understand.

Yan Jinping understood, he wanted to curse again, but in the end he held back and silently grabbed Shen Lianxing's hand.

Shen Lianxing immediately shook back, holding his cold fingers in the palm of his hand, at least passing on some warmth.

When they saw Feng Qiu this time, they almost did nothing, it was like watching a play at a very close distance, but they themselves became part of the play and couldn't stay out of it completely.

The most bizarre drama in the world would not make up such a plot, it is too outrageous, thinking about it in detail, it even makes people feel a little funny.

Feng An said softly: "I prepared this specially for you, and I originally planned to give you a surprise."

In fact, Feng An's voice is very nice, young, peaceful, without music and rhyme.

Now in Feng Qiu's ears, it was like a sharp knife, slowly piercing into the depths of his soul, cutting open his fear alive, and spreading it out in broad daylight.

Fengqiu's breathing became violent.

He didn't want to hear it, but Feng An wanted to talk.

"I have prepared a ceremony." Feng An lightly twitched the corner of his mouth, and said slowly, "It's actually not difficult, as long as it is completed, my divine blood can completely enter your body. be like me."

"I'm not afraid of anything, I'm just afraid that I'm too useless to protect the person I want to protect."

The method of holding the ceremony is not difficult, the difficulty is finding the materials, other things are easy to talk about, although it is a rare treasure, as long as Feng An looks for it carefully, it may not be impossible to get it.

Only the blood of the gods... If the gods and beasts don't donate it voluntarily, no one else can get it.

This is not a problem for Feng An, he is willing to suffer the heart-wrenching pain, and no one can stop him.

But at that time, he just put the divine blood into Feng Qiu's body, and that drop of blood didn't really fuse with Feng Qiu's body, it could only play a small role, and of course it couldn't make Feng Qiu live forever.

"The reason I went out that time was to find the materials needed to complete the ceremony. After all, Jinping also has his own affairs to attend to, so I don't want to bother him every time." Feng An sighed.

He didn't say what happened next, but everyone knew it.

It's a pity that he hasn't told Feng Qiu about this, Feng Qiu has already...

"Qiuqiu." Feng An whispered, "... Fengqiu, what a pity, you don't have that patience."

Feng Qiu seemed to have been greatly shocked, blinked his eyes twice slowly, and stared at Feng An, as if trying to find signs of lying on his face.

His original appearance of being calm and fearless to death was gone, even when the spell of seizing the house failed, he was never like this when he was caught by Feng An.

He understood every word Feng An said.

But Feng Qiu couldn't believe it.

The author says:

Feng An used to really love his younger brother (.

Feng Qiu won't die, but of course the punishment won't just go away.