This Damned Thirst for Survival

Jiang Luo walked slowly in front of Fateman, holding his hands on his stomach, his face turned pale by the cold wind, as if he had been seriously injured, "Fateman, Daoist Weihe. "

The night covered many things. Others couldn't see how many injuries Jiang Luo had suffered, but they could see the blood on his body and face.More importantly, Chi You on the opposite side had an arm broken, so how injured was Jiang Luo?

It's a good thing it's coming back!Daoist Weihe was taken aback, "Hurry up, Tianshi Ji Yaozi, help him back, I'll show him!"

"Don't worry, Daoist." Jiang Luo smiled weakly, his voice was weak, "These injuries are not life-threatening, they are just skin trauma, and ginseng essence will do the trick."

The owner of the funeral shop was stunned for a moment, and felt a little relieved, "I almost forgot that you still have a live ginseng doll, Daoist, that doll is 500 years old, and Jiang Luo won't need you after eating it."

"500-year-old ginseng essence? That's absolutely fine!" Daoist Weihe heaved a sigh of relief, "Let's not delay, let's go back quickly, the ghosts on the opposite side are all gone, let Jiang Luo go back and treat it quickly."

Jiang Luo looked at Fateman again, sighed softly, and said melancholy: "Fateman, I can't beat him."

"You've done a good job," Fated Man looked at him intently, with a faint smile on his lips, "No one can do better than you."

After comforting Jiang, he looked back at Chi You who was surrounded by ghosts in the distance.The evil ghost looked embarrassed, and was holding his broken arm. Although the evil ghost didn't seem to have been fundamentally harmed, the eyes of the fateful man still flickered, "You have already made him break an arm. This is too frightening." Surprised."

Jiang Luo is still growing, but he has already reached this height. He can turn Chi You into this within half an hour. If Jiang Luo grows faster and becomes stronger, killing Chi You is no problem. .

He can do what no one can do.The emotion in Fateman's eyes flashed and disappeared in the blink of an eye. He raised his hand and gently wiped away a drop of blood from the side of Jiang Luo's face. His voice was as gentle as water, as soft as snow in his mouth, "You did a great job today. Alright, go back and rest."

A group of people walked back slowly. In order to accommodate Jiang Luo's speed, the elders stepped out of the slowest pace one by one.

After entering the yard, Daoist Weihe made sure that Jiang Luo didn't need him, and left first. Feng Li and Ji Yaozi supported Jiang Luo from left to right, and helped him back to the room.

In the room, Ginseng Essence was lying on the bed playing with his feet, when he looked up and saw them, he was overjoyed and said, "Dad, you are back!"

"This is the ginseng essence?" Ji Yaozi looked at the ginseng essence curiously, "It's really well raised, it's white and fat."

The ginseng essence was a little scared when it saw strangers, it shrank into the quilt, shivering under the thick quilt.

Ji Yaozi said: "Oh, I hid, and Jiang Luo was seriously injured? She's quite clever."

Seriously injured?

The ginseng doll poked its head out from under the blanket, and cautiously looked at Jiang Luo with confused eyes.

Why didn't it see that Jiang Luo was injured?

Obviously, except for some ischemia, everything is very healthy.

Just as it was about to say these words, Jiang Luo took it out of the bed with quick eyesight and quick hands. The ginseng doll felt dizzy for a while, and before it could speak, a section of ginseng whiskers was quickly pinched off.

The ginseng doll suddenly forgot what she wanted to say, and burst into tears with "Wow".

Jiang Luo put the ginseng whiskers into his mouth, his face turned rosy visibly, and he even started to sweat because of the over-supplementation.

Jiang Hou realized belatedly that he had overdone it.

He endured the heat and did not forget to catch the tears of the ginseng doll with his apron, so as not to waste a drop of ginseng essence.

Seeing his current expression, you don't need to ask Ji Yaozi to know that he is healed.It's late now, Ji Yaozi yawned, "Since you're fine, I'll go back to sleep, see you tomorrow."

Jiang Luo thanked politely, "I'm sorry for your worry."

Ji Yaozi waved his hand lazily, and walked out the door slowly.After his figure disappeared, Jiang Luo's gaze shifted to Feng Li's body, why didn't this guy leave?

Instead of leaving, Feng Li went to the table and sat down, his back straightened, his handsome face half sunk in the shadows, "Come here."

Jiang Luo walked over suspiciously.

The light bulbs in the house are of an old style more than 20 years ago, covered with a layer of yellow wax-like dirt, the lights are dim, and people look like they are looking at an old photo that moves.

Feng Li still smelled of alcohol.

"Sir," Jiang Luo said, "Aren't you going back to rest?"

Feng Li raised his head, and the shadow returned to the bridge of his nose, making the lower half of his face reflected in the dim light as cold as marble, "Put it on the bed."

The ginseng doll he was looking at froze, holding back tears in an instant, sobbing and pretending to be a dead ginseng.

Jiang Luo obediently put the ginseng doll back, and walked up to Feng Li again.Feng Li said coldly: "You did something wrong today, you know?"

Jiang Luo's smile froze for a moment, then he lowered his head and said, "Disciple doesn't understand."

Feng Li looked around slowly, took the dead tree branch in the vase on the table, and said in an unpredictable tone, "Hundred ghosts greet the bride tonight, you shouldn't take the initiative to go there, let alone express your feelings to the fateful person." ask."

"Your master is me, not a man of fate," Feng Li said with his eyes darkened, "You should listen to my words, not his words."

This is a bit interesting.

Jiang Luo thought to himself.

Feng Li said: "Stretch out your hand."

He was holding the branch, clearly intending to hit Jiang Luo's palm.The displeasure in Jiang Luo's heart was about to break through the limit, he whispered: "Sir, I..."

"Hurry up." Feng Li said.

The hand holding the branch had already made a gesture of punishing Jiang Luo's palm. Feng Li didn't say anything unnecessary, but his meaning was very clear. If Jiang Luo didn't obey, he would take more serious measures.

Jiang Luo was silent for a moment, but still stretched out his hand.

"Every time your seniors make a mistake, I will give you ten slaps. If you make a mistake for the first time, I will only punish you five times." Feng Li didn't show mercy, and a twig caught Jiang Luo's palm.He used a lot of strength, and the palm of his hand turned red very quickly. Jiang Luo looked at the red mark, and he didn't think the pain was anything, but it didn't prevent him from pretending to curl up his palm, and endured it for a second. open.

Instead, Jiang Luo's heart calmed down.

He thought over and over about Feng Li's two sentences just now, and he saw the unharmonious relationship between Feng Li and Feng Li. Feng Li didn't like fate very much. Could that stimulate the conflict between them and make them bite dogs?

Once, twice, three times, Feng Li tapped three times in his palm.

Jiang Luo remembered this account clearly, and after three slaps, his palms were completely blind.

Feng Li frowned, stopped, and said, "Roll up your sleeves."

Jiang Luo hesitated and did not move.

There were traces left by the evil spirit on the body covered by the clothes, as long as it was exposed, Feng Li would definitely find it.

He began to feel irritable.

——Why is Feng Li so annoying.

Feng Li saw that he was not moving, thinking that he was afraid.He rolled up Jiang Luo's sleeves with his own hands. With two or three layers of winter clothes, Feng Li patiently rolled up the thermal coat to the down jacket to the elbows. After Jiang Luo's forearm was completely exposed, he picked up the branch again.

Jiang Luo looked down, and surprisingly, the marks on his arm had disappeared.No, strictly speaking, it doesn't count as disappearing, and if you look closely, you can still see the imprint that is as faint as an illusion.This should be the effect of ginseng essence. After eating ginseng, coupled with the faint yellow light, Feng Li really did not find the traces hidden under the flesh that were about to disappear.

It's just that Jiang Luo is getting hotter and hotter, so hot that his back is soaked with the innermost layer of clothes, making him uncomfortable and sticky.Jiang Luo secretly reminded himself that he should not eat more ginseng in the future, too much supplementation is not good.

The last two blows landed hard on Jiang Luo's forearm.

There were two red and swollen marks visible to the naked eye on the cold white forearm. There was a distance of a palm between the two swellings. The redness moved the surrounding skin, as if the entire forearm was also red and swollen.

Seeing this effect, Feng Li frowned indistinctly, and he looked up at the young disciple's expression.

Jiang Luo seemed to be in severe pain, his forehead was covered with fine beads of sweat.He pursed his lips tightly, and the lips and the corners of his eyes were burning red again.

The arm was red, and the two slightly swollen marks seemed to have a sadistic beauty, and the palm was even more pitiful, swollen a circle more than the other hand.

The corners of Feng Li's lips straightened slowly.

In fact, there is no rule to punish the former disciples. Those disciples never dared to make mistakes in front of Feng Li. If they did not do well enough, they were only locked in the confinement room by Feng Li.

But he used this lie to punish Jiang Luo five times, leaving these five marks.

Noticing his gaze, Jiang Luo raised his eyelids and looked at him wearily, "Sir..."

The wind howled outside the window, and the sky was dark.The smell of wine on Feng Li's body diffused, with a strong and mellow aroma, which stained the air with a bit of drowsiness and drunkenness.

The light bulbs in the room were shaking, and the indistinct lights were flickering, blurred and dimly covered with a layer of gray and dim light.

Looking at people under such light, ugly people have to see a bit of tenderness and affection, becoming lingering and lingering.

Jiang Luo's nonchalant, nonchalant glance also only added a bit of obscurity and twisted immorality under the light like an inexplicable photo album.

Feng Li looked at him, his eyes suddenly became deep, he stood up abruptly and threw down the dry branches, said "Let's not be an example" and walked out of Jiang Luo's room quickly.

This glance made Jiang Luo baffled, he watched the door close behind Feng Li, and frowned, "What's wrong with this?"

So weird.

After pondering for a while, Jiang Luo stepped forward to lock the door and closed the window tightly, making sure that no cold wind could enter the room.He threw down a fire talisman and ignited the pile of matches in the iron basin, stood by the bed, took off his clothes and went to bed.

It was cold in the quilt, but fortunately the quilt was thick and fluffy, and it quickly warmed up.However, Jiang Luo was already very hot, and this time it was so hot that he lifted the quilt to fan himself with his bare hands. Finally, he couldn't bear it anymore, and got out of bed and poured half a thermos of water to wipe himself with a towel.

The ginseng spirit stood pitifully by the bed, squeezing the tears from his apron into his big red flower pot, and said bluntly, "Dad, I didn't see who choked my beard just now, can you tell me?" Who am I?"

Jiang Luo fooled it and said: "Feng Tianshi did it, I saw it with both eyes."

"It really is him," Ginseng Jing sniffled, sticking out her chubby belly, "Dad, I asked you to help me tell the Heavenly Master to use tears instead of whiskers, did you tell him?"

Jiang Luo, who had completely forgotten about it, said seriously: "I said it, but the Heavenly Master didn't believe it."

Ginseng Jing stopped crying, he was wronged and angry, and accused: "Why is he like this!"

Jiang Luo and Ginseng Baby scolded Feng Li alone, and they scolded Feng Li for more than ten minutes before stopping.After Jiang Luo wiped his body with water containing tears of ginseng essence, the remaining bruises disappeared quickly.Not only the bruises, but also the large and small wounds left by the previous injuries, Jiang Luo felt like an egg with its shell removed, several times cleaner than after taking a bath.

Jiang Luo looked at his abdomen with pity, "You can make tears like this, so you can't let me have two more abdominal muscles?"

Ginseng Doll rolled her eyes, "Then Dad, you'd better dream."

Jiang Luo climbed back onto the bed cleanly, this time it was finally not too hot to be uncomfortable.But it was getting late, but he was always tossing and turning and couldn't sleep. The ginseng doll was sneezing from sleep, and Jiang Luo was still staring at the ceiling with his eyes open.

Because of overfilling, he began to suffer from insomnia again.

Jiang Luo simply thought about what happened tonight again, and as he thought about it, he remembered Feng Li's weird looking eyes at him.

This look always made him feel very wrong.

He thought for a long time, and was about to fall asleep when he thought about it. Suddenly, his mind paused, and he suddenly realized.

The way Feng Li looked at him was not the way a master looks at a disciple.

It's the way a man looks at another man.