Fierce God's Vest Super Healing

I'm willing to give up a little blood.Don't worry, you suck slowly, my blood is thick.

Ying Chuan drove the car into a residential area and parked in front of an old dormitory building.

Hou Chen looked around and found that this was an old community. The six-story residential building in front of him had paint peeled off in several places on the outer wall, revealing the greyish-yellow mottled concrete base. Two old people and their grandchildren were sitting Chatting and picking vegetables under the big tree next to it.

"Xiaoying, are you back? This is your new friend, don't you have to go to work today?" The old aunt passing by carried a bag of vegetables and looked at Houchen with a smile.

"Aunt Wang, let's buy vegetables, I'll carry them for you." Ying Chuan stepped forward cheerfully, and stretched out his hand to help the old aunt carry the vegetables.

"No, no, Aunt Wang can still move. When you are not busy, come to eat at home, and I will make your favorite sweet and sour pork ribs." The old aunt quickly walked into the front unit door.

"Okay, walk slowly." Ying Chuan agreed heartily.

"Brother Chuan, have you lived here for a long time?" Houchen wondered why a director of the Demon Management Bureau would live in such a popular old community.

"Well, I like the fireworks here. Let's go, the third floor." Ying Chuan casually flicked the soot that fell from the car cover.

The directors of the Demon Control Bureau in the past, whether they were upright and upright, or vigorous and resolute, all took it as their duty to establish absolute prestige in the demon world and maintain the peace of one side. In order to maintain a sense of mystery, most of them chose to live alone and stay away from humans and demons. There are few people who are as involved in the world as Ying Chuan, and there are few people who are as smooth and sensual as him.

As the current director of the Bureau of Demon Control, Ying Chuan has been in office for more than 300 years. Every ten years, he has to move to another place to avoid people finding out that he is different.

However, every place we live in is very similar.Because he likes the fireworks in the world.

Different from the monster race, human beings live in groups. He lives like a human being in the short chats of the parents, at the dining tables of the neighbors, and at the banquet where they exchange glasses with others. Heartless.

Leading Hou Chen in, Ying Chuan didn't show any politeness to him, and just went straight into the bathroom.

Hou Chen stood alone in the middle of the living room, looked around, wanted to put down the hemostatic gauze and other healing supplies he had just bought, but found that there was no clean place at all.

I saw a few T-shirts and shirts that were kneaded into pickles at random on the single sofa against the wall, and a few books were scattered on the coffee table. The books were covered with dust. Next to the books was a used machine. Not an old laptop.Other than that, nothing else, not even a TV.

The inner room that opened the door to the living room seemed to be a bedroom, and Hou Chen tentatively walked in.

There is an extra-large double bed in the room, and the bed is full of quilts, including thick winter quilts and thin summer blankets, forming a hill and occupying the entire bed.

On the bedside table, there were two bottles of red wine and an ashtray, and next to it was a closed mahogany wardrobe.

"Hey, you're here." Ying Chuan quietly leaned against the bedroom door, looking at Houchen who was stuck in the room.

Houchen turned his head abruptly, seeing the half-smile in Ying Chuan's eyes, blushed, and walked out.

Seeing Hou Chen approaching, Ying Chuan deliberately did not give way, but turned his body slightly.Houchen had no choice but to move out while wiping his chest.

Passing by Ying Chuan, he vaguely smelled a faint smell of tobacco, cologne, and sweat stains, which was different from the mellow and slightly bitter agarwood smell on Ji He's body, this smell had an inexplicable aggressiveness.

In fact, although the people of Houchen are simple, they are not so slow-witted. He knows that Ying Chuan is pursuing him openly and secretly.

As early as a few days ago, he had heard a lot of gossip from Tang Yinyin and Jin Yan, all about the Chief...

He has had three girlfriends in five years, was sent to the hospital because of stomach bleeding after drinking in the middle of the night, and had an affair with the boss of the special human affairs department.

Leaving aside the power, ability, and appearance, just the character of this boss is enough to make the demons gossip behind their backs.

There is no taboo in Fengyuechang, and it is him who is talking about it.He was the one who went into a rage during the interrogation of the prisoner.

He was the one who rushed to the front in case of danger.This is a brightly colored man who lives a free and easy life, making it easy for people to fall in love with him.

Hou Chen secretly warned himself not to provoke him.Even if she wants to find a partner in the future, she must be like Ji He, gentle and upright like a stream, without too many emotional entanglements and burdens.

When he came back to his senses, he was already standing in front of the sofa.

"Xiao Chen, come and sit, it's a little messy." Ying Chuan picked up the clothes on the sofa, threw them on the big bed in the back room, and cleared out a place for him to sit.

After Hou Chen sat down on the single sofa, Ying Chuan seemed to be casually next to him, and also sat down on the thick armrest of the sofa.

Feeling the waves of heat and smell emanating from Ying Chuan's body, Houchen felt a little uncomfortable, and subconsciously wanted to stand up and leave the sofa.

"Aren't you very enthusiastic last night?" Ying Chuan held him down, raised the corners of his mouth flirtatiously, leaned down and leaned towards him.

Um?Houchen was a little confused.

Ying Chuan pointed to his swollen lips, motioning for Houchen to see.

"You kissed...you are responsible for me."

Hou Chen didn't hear Ying Chuan's joke, so he couldn't help but blurted out: "I... you last night?"

"Oh, you have too much taste. I almost couldn't stand it." Ying Chuan continued to tease him.

Houchen's mind was blank, and he was stunned, and the roots of his ears were instantly congested and red.You can hurt someone like this last night, why don't you have any impression?

"Brother Chuan, I don't remember what happened last night. There must be some misunderstanding. I really don't want to..." Houchen felt as if his throat was stuck, and he couldn't continue.

"Don't tell me, there is nothing to misunderstand. You don't know that I am pursuing you, do you?" Ying Chuan simply showed his cards.

Houchen: "..."

"Although it was a misunderstanding, Feng Qing was really willing to die for you at the beginning. If it wasn't for the Feng Clan, she would have been reborn from Nirvana, and she would have passed away."

Ying Chuan smiled wryly, "So? I'm going to act recklessly because of her, because of this situation she did, and bear the guilt for the rest of my life? You know, I've always regarded her as my younger sister."

After finishing speaking, without waiting for Houchen's reaction, Ying Chuan leaned over, squeezed his chin suddenly, and touched his cheek lightly with his mouth.

Houchen remained motionless, stiffened his body, and slowly stroked the place where he had just kissed him. After a while, he bluntly raised his head, looked at Ying Chuan beside him, and happened to meet his gaze.

I just feel that apart from the playfulness in Ying Chuan's penetrating eyes, there is also an inexplicable tenderness hidden in the eyes, as if trying to suck people in and indulge in it.

Houchen's mind was shaken, as if he heard a string in his heart being plucked gently.

Ying Chuan unhurriedly withdrew his gaze, picked up his mobile phone and handed it to Houchen.

"Come and have a look, I found this from Bai Zili this morning."

It turned out that when he left Bai Zili's place in the morning, he took pictures of the descriptions about dragon's blood in ancient books and saved them on his phone.

After studying it carefully, Hou Chen still didn't quite understand, so he looked at Ying Chuan in confusion.

"Simply put, dragon's blood can revive all things." Ying Chuan patiently explained to him.

"Didn't you lose your memory? Therefore, the demon power is automatically sealed, and there is not much left. My blood can help you restore your memory."

"I am Ying Long, the only Creator Dragon God in this world, not all the blood of monster races have this effect." Ying Chuan added, as if trying to persuade Houchen to drink his own blood.

"So... I bit you last night and wanted to drink your blood?" Houchen couldn't believe that he would be so cruel.

"I'm willing to give up a little blood. No, did this guy bring you home again today? Don't worry, suck it slowly, I have thick blood." Ying Chuan smiled generously.

Hearing this, Hou Chen's eye circles were red, his hands were firmly pressed on his thighs, and blue veins were faintly exposed on the back of his hands.

If he had to rely on drinking Ying Chuan's blood to restore his memory before he was seriously injured and fell into the valley, he would rather not have this demonic power.

"Oh, that's right. Before you lost your mind, did you think of something? I saw you holding your head and screaming for pain." Ying Chuan pretended not to see his expression of restraint, and then asked.

"I saw... a man standing on the cloud, sucking the brain of a black dragon... I can't see his appearance clearly." Hou Chen tried his best to restore the picture that appeared in his mind at that time.

Man, eat a dragon—Houchen has a headache, goes mad, bites him, and his demonic power soars.Is there any necessary connection between them.

After listening to Houchen's words, Ying Chuan went to the small balcony, lit a cigarette, and fell into deep thought.

Go back and check with Bai Zili, there should not be many big ancient monsters that feed on dragons.

Regardless of these now, let's help Houchen recover his demon power first, and he doesn't know how much he can recover.

Ying Chuan put out the cigarette in the ashtray by the window, walked back to Hou Chen's side, rolled up his sleeves, and motioned for Hou Chen to talk.

"No, you like to be clean. I smell of sweat all over your body. I guess you won't be able to get it off your mouth. Okay, I'm going to take a shower, you wait for me." Ying Chuan suddenly retracted his wrist, turned and walked to the bathroom.

Hou Chen didn't know what to say.Now, he didn't go crazy, so it was really impossible for him to rush to bite Ying Chuan directly.

So, he hurriedly stood up and grabbed Ying Chuan's clothes from behind: "Don't, don't take a bath. I can't possibly bite you."

"Yo, can't bear it?" Ying Chuan's voice was a little joking, and hit his heart sullenly.

Ying Chuan's whole body was warm, and he knew that even though Hou Chen didn't say anything, he still cared about him a lot.

He turned around, hugged Hou Chen lightly, lowered his head slightly, put it on his neck, and smiled slowly.

"It's okay. I get hurt a lot, so I'm not afraid of pain."

Hearing what he said, Hou Chen felt as if someone stabbed him sharply.

This was the first time other than his master, he felt that someone would rather sacrifice himself than help him.

"Why... are you so kind to me?" Hou Chen's throat was so choked that he couldn't speak, and he collapsed into Ying Chuan's arms, not as he expected, struggling to escape immediately.

"I've been alone for too long...Maybe, I don't want to miss it anymore." Ying Chuan raised his hand to stroke his soft hair.

"Think about it, I'm trying to occupy an ancient monster, so I have to pay the price in blood?"

Ying Chuan hugged Houchen in his arms, stood up straight, and moved a little further away, the corners of his eyes and brows regained their usual naughtiness.

Houchen didn't know whether to laugh or cry, and couldn't help pinching the softest part of his waist.

"Oops, it hurts."

"It hurts you to death, lawless fool."

"Brother, you have to be gentle with your mouth later, it's just bloodletting, don't bite me to death."

After flirting with Houchen for a while, Ying Chuan chuckled, let him go, turned and walked into the bathroom, and after a while there was the sound of water.

Really want to suck his blood to fuel the demon power?The more Hou Chen thought about it, the more he felt something was wrong, so he sneaked out the door.

At the same time, Ying Chuan scrubbed his body, but he was thinking about another person.

A man born in chaos, tyrannical, ferocious, who also almost killed him.

Every time he was drunk, dreaming and dying, and he didn't know what day and night, he would always think of the man.

In the thousand-year-old wind and snow on the top of the mountain, the man who bent him and then disappeared without a trace.