The decent boss always wants to attack me

The talisman is pinched in the palm of the hand.

Su Jiancheng's emotions were already on the verge of going berserk. After being hugged by him, he stopped for a short while, and then let out a deafening roar.

Countless voices came from his body.

Crying to eat Bai Qing's, to devour Su Jiancheng's, the unbearable excitement and ecstasy even swung the vines in the air quickly.

The whistling wind and 502's voice sounded at the same time, and the burning sensation on the back reappeared. He had always admired the original owner's body's alertness to danger, but this time he did not hide.

【Host...】

There was a trace of helplessness and sadness in the system's voice.

With Su Jiancheng's cultivation level, he couldn't suppress these monsters at all. He couldn't understand how this person did it just by looking at him, and how deep his obsession with the original owner was.

But what prompted Bai Qing to make this decision was no longer just a gamble.

He knew that if he left, Su Jiancheng would die, in a place no one knew, and exist in the form of a demon in the second half of his life that he himself could not accept.

Bai Qing told herself and the original owner in her heart.

I will only save him this time, and I will only help you protect him this time, not as an example.

Countless cone-shaped giant thorns glowing with cold light were exposed from the tips of countless vines. They twisted around each other and surrounded Bai Qing, as if they wanted to weave the vines into a huge birdcage to trap him in it, and then use the giant thorns to suck the blood from his body. , until drained.

Su Jiancheng raised his five sharp claws and began to attack his head desperately in an attempt to regain control of his body. The other paw pushed Bai Qing, and the painful whimper in his throat felt chills all over his body.

Blood stained Bai Qing's face, and even his eyelashes were covered with dark red and smelly drops of blood.

Su Jiancheng was going crazy.

He wanted to wipe it, but he didn't dare to wipe it. He couldn't even take care of himself, and he was even more afraid that he would break Bai Qing's neck with his hand.

This is white.

He studied for four full years.

The young master ignored those vines, without blinking his eyes, reached out and slapped the seven-fate talisman on his back.

The talisman is effective for Su Jiancheng, but why does he look like he is dying? Bai Qing thought, maybe it was not stained with his own blood.

The talisman he threw at Su Jiancheng was the same as the talisman he threw at Feng Song, if the talisman didn't work on the half-demon, it would be fine, it just had some reaction.

Thinking back to Su Jiancheng and Feng Song, the only difference is that all the talismans thrown at Feng Song were stained with blood from the palm of his right hand.

You can't really help them recover by being beaten yourself.

It's just that the young master forgot one thing.

The talisman didn't work at that time, even if he threw the talisman on Feng Song, it was only after he passed out that Feng Song returned to its original state.

The moment the yellow talisman paper was pasted on, Su Jian's demonic power, which became a half-demon body, scattered a lot of the nearby white mist.

He has completely lost his mind.

Countless shimmering vines entwined Bai Qing in mid-air, and the sudden suspension made his heart freeze for a moment. This scene was like the ancient criminal law where he was divided by five horses, except that he was divided by vines in the air.

Before he could get used to it, the ever-tightening thorn pierced his skin, and there was a slight cracking sound from his forearm, and the small bone in his left arm temporarily fixed by Chu Xiu shattered completely.

The veins in Bai Qing's neck popped up, and the pain from the crushed bones didn't go away. Those vines seemed to have eyes, but they changed places and continued to attack another injured bone next to his arm.

Severe pain permeated his whole body, as if he was submerged in rough sea waves, the bones of his hands were broken again and again, and the ankles were continuously nailed inward by thorns until they were bloody and bloody.

Chest, abdomen, back, lute bone, there is no place that is not covered by vines.

He no longer knew whether it was blood or tears forced out by the pain on his face.

Cold sweat soaked his entire back.

The remaining sliver of self-esteem was unwilling to be locked by it in such a posture. Waves of pain made him rely on the remaining strength of his hands and feet to try to break free, but what he got in return was even more intense pain.

Those thorns didn't go deep enough to kill him, they always stopped in time before injuring his heart organs, and then rewrapped the wound, allowing those thorns to wrap around his bloody body again, attacking wantonly.

The half-demon stared straight at him like a vicious snake and scorpion, appreciating every expression he showed because of pain, and its sharp laughter filled his ears.

I don't know how long this suspended sentence has been repeated. When the pain in his body has reached the limit, there may be a hint of desperate crying in Bai Qing's roar.

It is said that a man bleeds but does not shed tears, it is because he has not experienced the pain that life is worse than death.

After all, these monsters don't really want his life, but take pleasure in it.

"Blood... blood, smells so good, smells so good!"

A soft cane climbed around his waist.

A crack appeared on Bai Qing's pale face, and there was anger in his eyes.

His forehead was full of sticky broken hair, he was in a state of embarrassment, his eyes were scarlet, but he could still clearly see the green hollow rattan tube twisting from his chest to his collarbone.

Like a poisonous snake.

The rattan tube was nothing, but what made him fearful was a long and thin silver needle at the mouth of the tube. The needle was as long as a foot, and its thickness reminded Bai Qing of a bone piercing needle in a hospital.

When the silver needle got closer and closer to his neck, he immediately guessed what the half-demon was going to do.

Eat flesh and blood and turn it into your own use.

The young master was desperate.

The corners of his lips were so chapped that they were about to bleed, and his brows trembled when he opened his mouth, but this was nothing compared to the pain on his body.

He cursed in a hoarse voice, "Get out... get out."

Banyao smiled like a child, and a long needle crawled out of its body: "Don't be afraid, it will be fine soon, and it won't hurt at all."

Bai Qing's breath stagnated, he swallowed a mouthful of fishy-sweet saliva, and tremblingly called out a name.

"Chu Xiu..."

His uncle's Chu Xiu, if you want to blame him, you can blame him for breaking his hand, which made him unable to move.

If it wasn't for the inconvenience, he wouldn't be dragged in by the half-demon. If he hadn't been dragged in by the half-demon, he wouldn't have discovered that Su Jiancheng was a half-demon. Conscience wants to save him.

Although he complained so forcefully in his heart, the words that came out of his mouth were so intermittent that they disappeared without a trace when blown by the wind, and he was so weak that he could hardly hear clearly.

"...a young life..."

The forest is full of gloomy winds, and wisps of fire-like setting sun from the thick clouds in the west fall on the smoky forest.

It is like an old antique being forcibly plated with a fine layer of gold powder, trying to completely cover up the simple and ancient atmosphere, but it is suppressed by the unique texture of the antique.

To put it simply, it is redundant.

What is the use of sunlight that cannot penetrate the smog.

Just like a big brother who has no cultivation base, he has no meaning to exist.

Bai Qing half-closed his eyes, and couldn't help but groaned in pain from time to time. He looked at the long needle in a daze, watched it piercing his neck, watched the blood flow backwards, and his vitality disappeared.

He was so tired that he could hardly keep his eyes open, and the sight that came into his eyes seemed to be slowed down for a moment before reaching his brain.

It's terrible.

"..."

"You're the one who killed me, Bai Qing."

The young master suddenly opened his eyes wide, his neck was stiff and he turned his eyes, and glanced at the forest from the corner of his eye.

No, no one.

Nothing but gravel leaves blown by the wind.

The violently beating heart slowly calmed down again.

Is it a hallucination?

Bai Qing thought mockingly, how much he wished for the little ancestor to appear, but it actually reached the point of hearing hallucinations.

The wry smile on the corner of his mouth has not been withdrawn yet, and the crisp sound of the sword in his ears is like a moonlight rising from endless days and nights, adding a few rays of light to his dark eyes.

Ling Lie's sword intent fell into Bai Qing's eyes, but it was extremely gentle. He finally let go of his mind, and his body, which had been tense due to pain, relaxed, and the sound of cutting vines was deeply engraved in his heart. into the soul.

The vines entwining him slipped completely, and the moment all the pain left his body, Bai Qing vomited a mouthful of blood, like withered blood-red maple leaves flying down from the air.

He was not surprised when he fell into Chu Xiu's arms, but the warm chest and slender and strong hands, without any thorns and thorns, made the tip of his nose a little sore.

The hands that hugged him were very gentle and trembling slightly, as if they were afraid that he would lose his breath if he exerted too much force.

He really wanted to say: Your mother is finally here.

The young master didn't say anything, he just felt his throat sore and swollen, afraid that if he made a sound, he would reveal the fact that he wanted to cry.

Bai Qing grabbed the back collar of Chu Xiu's clothes with her fingertips, buried her face in his chest, covering her slightly red eyes.

Chu Xiu's body froze due to the dependence he revealed unconsciously.

After a while, he heard the man sigh: "Bai Qing, what do you want me to do."

What this sigh contains is not anger towards him, but an indescribable lingering emotion, like the curling clouds in the sky, the water plants floating in the sea, the fatal attraction between the moon and the sea, and something that seems within reach but cannot be grasped Disappointed.

The young master relaxed, rubbed against Chu Xiu's arms, wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes on the front of his shirt, raised his head and said in a hoarse voice, "Chu Xiu, I want to eat your cooking."

He also wanted to go back to the Seven Mist Gate.

Chu Xiu looked at him deeply, the frost in his eyes gradually melted into autumn water and warm sun, he slowly revealed a smile, like Mei Duo, who was as bright as ice and snow, added a bit of love.Raising his hand to brush away the messy hair on Bai Qing's forehead, and then wiped the blood off his face, he said softly, "Okay."

After finishing speaking, he did not let go of Bai Qing, but bent down and gently kissed him on the lips.

When those hot and soft lips were pressed against him, Bai Qing closed his eyes, his slightly curled eyelashes trembling uncontrollably, the sense of security from being held tightly in his arms made him feel comfortable, the rubbing of his lips was compared to that just now The sharp pain that never stopped, became gentler by countless times.

So warm.

There was a cold wet mark across his face.

Bai Qing thought it was sweat, but when Chu Xiu stretched out his hand to wipe his eyes, he opened his eyes in panic.

No, he didn't cry, it wasn't his intention, it was a natural reaction of the body, it had nothing to do with him!

Chu Xiu knew, he should be able to understand, right?

The young master's panic didn't last long, obviously the young ancestor completely misunderstood his meaning.

Chu Xiu helped him under the tree, skillfully took out a bunch of bottles and cans from his arms and stuffed them into his mouth, sneering with #哥#儿#全#理# while stuffing them.

Frightened by his smile, Bai Qing swallowed the elixir and pulled his sleeve. Before he could speak, he saw Chu Xiu turn his head and smile at him tenderly: "Master, don't worry, I will make his life worse than death." .”