I'm the fish that Neptune's apprentice wants to keep

He's a lot lighter

Blood came out in an instant, Yu Wangshi put his forearm by Yan Qinghe's lips, Yan Qinghe's eyes were closed tightly, and he had lost consciousness, Yu Wangshi opened his lips while pointing his forearm at the same time.

The bright color soon dyed Yan Qinghe's pale lips red.

Yu Wangshi only felt that his forearms were extraordinarily cold, and the cold air from Yan Qinghe's body seemed to spread to him through his lips, he was so cold that he couldn't stop shaking, and soon his eyes went dark.

Waking up again, Yu Wangshi found that his forearm had been bandaged.

Yan Qinghe was sitting next to him, looking down at him.

He seemed to have returned to his normal complexion, Yu Wangshi couldn't help but let out a sigh of relief, it seemed that he had made the right bet, and his blood also had an effect.

"Senior Brother Six, how do you feel?"

His impatient look fell into Yan Qinghe's eyes, making his eyes darken for a moment.

"It's much better." Yan Qinghe said, his eyes fell on his forearm, "Does Xiaoqi still hurt?"

Yu Wangshi immediately shook his head, "It doesn't hurt."

He was still immersed in the excitement that his blood was also effective for Sixth Senior Brother's cold syndrome, but Yan Qinghe didn't look very happy, instead he kept frowning tightly.

"Xiao Qi, don't do this again next time." If he hadn't woken up in time, Yu Wangshi would have lost too much blood and his life would be in danger, not to mention his symptoms...

Yu Wangshi didn't speak, but Zhuo Yao's sarcastic laughter came from outside the stone fence.

"Okay, okay, as expected of Yan Qinghe, he actually got through."

Yan Qinghe didn't reply, to be precise, he didn't even give Zhuo Yao a look.

Although Yu Wangshi didn't see Zhuo Yao's face, he also felt that Zhuo Yao was in a bad mood, because after a long time, Zhuo Yao disappeared.

When Zhuo Yao disappeared, Yu Wangshi didn't know whether to be grateful or worried, because it meant that Zhuo Yao had more time to deal with Duan Huaidi.

Being locked in the depths of the underground palace, he has no way of knowing what's going on outside.

At the same time, the wind in the underground palace is getting colder and colder, as if a thousand-year-old cold pool is buried under the ground.

He hadn't noticed before that there were also complicated formations on the ground of the stone prison where they were, which seemed to be related to the cold wind around them.

The sub-rudder of Tianxie Sect actually specially set up such a complicated formation.

Yu Wangshi frowned slightly, closed his robe and sat down again.

If it weren't for the spiritual power in his body recovering little by little, he might not be able to withstand such severe cold.

Yan Qinghe started to meditate again, and the situation was much better than before, which also made Yu Wangshi a little relieved.

But not long after this heart was settled, Yan Qinghe vomited blood again, and her thin body swayed.

Yu Wangshi was startled, and hurried over to support him.After realizing that his blood effect might have passed, he prepared to slash his arm again without hesitation.

However, Yan Qinghe was sober this time, he tightly grasped Yu Wangshi's wrist, his trembling eyelashes were weak and firm, "I said no."

Yu Wangshi didn't expect Yan Qinghe to be in this state and still have so much strength, he struggled several times without breaking free.

Just as he was at a loss, Yan Qinghe pressed lightly on the back of his hand.

Yu Wangshi was taken aback for a moment, only to realize that Yan Qinghe's fingers were warm, not as cold as before.

Sixth brother did not suffer from cold.

After realizing this, Yu Wangshi felt a little relieved, but the expression on his face did not dare to relax in the slightest.

He gritted his teeth, pretended to earn a few more times, and finally sat in a seat far away from Yan Qinghe, seemingly helpless.

Yan Qinghe lost his support, and his whole body began to lean back again.

Fine beads of sweat appeared on his face like a lotus of clear water, and then the water beads slid down, but the moment they touched the ground, they quickly condensed into ice.

The brows and eyes, which were always light and smoky, were almost distorted by the cold.

Yan Qinghe had never been so embarrassed before.

Finally, Zhuo Yao appeared.

This time, instead of standing outside the stone prison, he walked in.

His eyes fell on Yan Qinghe, but his expression was not as mocking and proud as Yu Wangshi imagined, but uncharacteristically quiet.

Zhuo Yao looked at it quietly for a while, and then said expressionlessly: "Even if it becomes like this, you don't want to hurt him?"

Yan Qinghe's eyes were half-closed, revealing a long and slender neck, but it was no longer so high above that it could only be looked up to.

"Obviously as long as his blood is there, you don't have to suffer so much."

Zhuo Yao slowly lowered his body, "As long as his blood is nothing more than you don't want to do anything, then why did you kill me?"

In the last sentence, his voice suddenly softened a little, but soon the corners of his lips curled up coldly, "It's a pity, how can you kill me like this?"

Yan Qinghe finally raised his eyelashes wet with sweat, and looked at him, his eyes were faintly red.

"Because... he is different from you..."

This sentence answered Zhuo Yao's question, but it didn't satisfy him. Zhuo Yao straightened up, and there was a bit of resentment in his looking down eyes.

"Okay, very good, then you can see how I removed his bone!"

After all, he turned his head abruptly.

At that moment, Yu Wangshi felt a killing intent.

It was not a whim, but a premeditated plan that had been hidden for a long time, and it could no longer be suppressed now.

In fact, Yu Wangshi never understood why Zhuo Yao insisted on killing him, but now, he seemed to understand something.

Yu Wangshi didn't have extra time, he didn't even have time to move, and in the blink of an eye, Zhuo Yao came to him, grabbed his throat, and choked his breath.

The pain of suffocation spread, almost at the same time, Yu Wangshi heard the sound of the long sword piercing the flesh.

The strength in the neck suddenly eased, and Yu Wangshi saw the trembling eyes of the person in front of him.

After a while, Zhuo Yao slowly lowered his head, looked at the bloody sword tip on his chest, and suddenly smiled.

The laughter was as frivolous as ever, with a touch of sarcasm, but this time it was a little more desolate.

He turned around stubbornly and looked at the man holding the sword.

"very good."

Tasting the smell of blood in his mouth, Zhuo Yao rolled his Adam's apple and swallowed it all.

"Yan Qinghe, you... are very good..."

You don't want to hurt him, but you can kill me.

The sound of the sound transmission note at the waist interrupted this weird scene.

Zhuo Yao cut off the sound transmission talisman, his face was particularly gloomy.

After a short pause, he turned around without hesitation, but before leaving, he glanced at Yu Wangshi.

Zhuo Yao left in a hurry, maybe because he knew that he was seriously injured, he didn't close the stone door.

Yu Wangshi realized that they could go out, so he hurriedly went to Yan Qinghe.

"Sixth senior brother?"

However, Yan Qinghe lost the momentum he had just raised his sword, he was about to turn to the side with a flicker of his figure, so that Yu Wang could support him in time.

Cold to the touch.

It turns out that Yan Qinghe was not just acting.

Yu Wangshi didn't think much, and was about to lift his sleeves, but was caught by the other hand.

He was stunned.

Yan Qinghe's current state is very strange. It is different from the one who seemed to be fished out of the water just now. His cheeks are faintly red, the breath he breathes is also hot, and even the color of his pupils has become dark and faintly transparent. With a hint of evil spirit.

One cold and one hot, this is a sign of madness.

Before Yu Wangshi could react, there was a chill on his wrist, and he felt a slight tingling sensation, followed by hot breath against his forearm.

Yan Qinghe took off the cloth strips that had bandaged his wounds, and opened his lips to suck.

This is the most instinctive reaction of the body, longing for Yu Wangshi's flesh and blood.

Considering Yan Qinghe's body, even though his movements were a bit rough, Yu Wangshi still resisted not moving.

But after a while, Yan Qinghe showed no signs of stopping. When Yuwang was a little dizzy, he suddenly felt his arm was bitten.

At first the force was very light, and then gradually increased, again and again, Yu Wangshi had the illusion that his forearm would be swallowed by the opponent, and he couldn't help hissing because of the pain: "Senior Brother Six..."

Yan Qinghe paused, her raised eyes were still strange, as if she was trying to identify the person below her.

"Little Seven..."

Yu Wangshi thought he was finally awake, but Yan Qinghe lowered his head again the next moment.

But this time, his strength was much lighter.

There were bright red bloodshot lips, which made Yan Qinghe's pale face present a strange beauty.

It can't go on like this.

Yan Qinghe did not wake up because of his blood.

After realizing this, Yu Wangshi bit his lip, trying to wake himself up, he wanted to push away with his other hand, but before he could move, he was caught again.

There was the sound of hurried footsteps.

Yu Wangshi tried his best to turn his head, just in time to see Duan Huaiti's body that suddenly stopped.