Descent

Yan Ling was stared at uncomfortably, the folds on his face suddenly wrinkled and unfolded quickly, and then he said calmly: "You think too much, Tong Yu just hasn't finished the personal blood sacrifice and the current situation just happened ."

Luo Jue raised his eyebrows, feeling that Yan Ling's answer was irrelevant, but he still took up the topic and said, "Then complete the so-called blood sacrifice! Immediately."

Yan Ling closed the book in his hand, "I'm still waiting for someone, I can proceed right away when he comes."

Luo Jue: "Who?"

Yan Ling stretched out her finger towards the sky, making an exaggerated look like suddenly realizing something, "Ding Dong ~ Feng Yan."

Luo Jue glanced at Yan Ling in disgust, and asked, "Does it have to be him? Can't I?"

Yan Ling looked at Luo Jue meaningfully, "It's not impossible for you, but Feng Yan must be present."

Luo Jue: "Why?"

Yan Ling frowned: "Then it's a long story."

Luo Jue changed his sitting position and raised his legs, "You can also see that I have plenty of time."

Yan Ling was silent for a while, as if he was considering how to express it, or weighing whether he should say more.Luo Jue sat beside him and waited patiently.

After 2 minutes, Yan Ling spoke slowly, "Originally, there is no need for a personal blood sacrifice, the power will give priority to the family, Tong Tianqing is from this department, and is the person with the most potential to awaken the power, but she has a stubborn personality and leaves the family for the sake of feelings. After marrying Europe, a branch was formed, so the power chose Tong Yu again, but he is not complete, and needs the recognition of Tong Tianqing's blood." After a pause, he continued: "Feng Yan's role in the blood sacrifice is equivalent to opening The key to the mysterious door, his blood is the introduction, the key to complete the personal blood sacrifice."

Luo Jue: "So it was the right direction for Sterling to try to catch Feng Yan before?"

Yan Ling shrugged with a half-smile, neither affirming nor denying.

Luo Jue: "So, what is Shen Siping's role in facing Tong Yu here?"

Yan Ling raised her eyebrows slightly, and said vaguely: "It's always useful, Young Master Luo, you're so smart, guess for yourself."

As long as there is a way and the result is good, as for who needs to be involved in the process, Luo Jue actually doesn't care that much, so he asked, "When will Tong Yu wake up?"

Yan Ling: "I should be able to wake up today."

According to what Yan Ling said before, Luo Jue defaulted that if the blood sacrifice is not completed, Tong Yu will never wake up, so that he is a little surprised now, "Then what will happen if the blood sacrifice is not completed?"

Yan Ling pursed her mouth, "His strength will be suppressed forever, and when the black veins on his chest cover his whole body in the future, he may never be able to wake up."

Luo Jue's eyes were fixed, and when he continued to speak, although Yan Ling's expression seemed relaxed, he had a hunch that it was not that simple.

Yan Ling scratched her gray hair: "Before he fell into a permanent coma, he would be tormented repeatedly by the spreading black lines for quite some time. The worst thing is that after the coma, his brain is actually awake and has a certain perception ability, that is, Said he would be trapped in his own flesh until he rotted, or burned alive."

Luo Jue took a deep breath. Although he had always had a bad premonition, when he really heard Yan Ling say it, he still couldn't bear it. After trying to adjust his emotions, Luo Jue asked, "When will Feng Yan arrive?" When he went out, he trembled a little.

Yan Ling: "This afternoon."

Luo Jue: "The blood sacrifice should be held tonight." It wasn't in a questioning tone, he suddenly felt like a hedgehog was choked in his heart, he didn't dare to think about those cruel possibilities, and he just wanted to hear the affirmative answer at the moment. Things obviously had to be done as soon as possible.

Yan Ling scratched her hair again, and said in distress: "It's probably only a few days, there are still some things that need to be prepared and communicated with Tong Yu."

Luo Jue asked anxiously: "What else do you need? Is there anything I can do to help?"

Yan Ling's eyes flashed: "If there is, I will tell you directly."

When Luo Jue got up and opened the door to leave, Yan Ling suddenly said, "Tong Yu's concern for Feng Yan is partly due to his family blood."

Luo Jue looked back at Yan Ling suspiciously.

Yan Ling pointed to the book he had read on the table before: "After the personal blood sacrifice is completed, that bond will gradually weaken."

Luo Jue didn't say anything, and walked away. The most important thing now is that Tong Yu can completely recover. As for the matter between him and Feng Yan, he could accept it before, and it will not be a problem in the future.

*

Before Tong Yu woke up, Luo Jue lightly opened the window of the room to let in air, stood under the sunlight slanted into the room through the window, and quietly looked at Tong Yu's thin and pale face.

Looking out of the window is a corner of the small garden, and a little further away is the lawn, where people in the manor often pass by in the morning.

It was almost noon, and the sun outside was a bit strong. Luo Jue squinted his eyes and accidentally saw Shen Siping and Ji Hao standing on the lawn outside. The two seemed to be arguing about something. Although they couldn't hear what they were talking about, Shen Siping was angry. Taking a few steps back, Ji Hao looked anxious, every time he raised his hand to grab Shen Siping's arm, it was in vain.

It turned out that the two of them were a couple, and the young lovers were arguing and getting awkward, Luo Jue slightly raised the corners of his mouth and wanted to laugh.

Thinking about it carefully, it seems that he and Tong Yu have never really had an awkward fight or blushed. I heard that there must be something wrong with couples who never quarrel. I didn’t know it before. No noise, no desire, no desire, now I know that his life is limited, so can it be understood that he is spending limited precious time with him.

Luo Jue walked to the bed, held Tong Yu's hand, leaned over and pressed a kiss on Tong Yu's forehead.

At noon, Ye Jin brought the prepared lunch to Tong Yu's room, and said with a light smile, "I guess Master Luo won't go to the restaurant."

Luo Jue responded politely, "Thank you, Uncle Ye is really careful."

Ye Jin was stunned for a moment, Luo Jue used to call him Steward Ye with a laugh.

Luo Jue: "But if he doesn't eat, I can't eat either."

Ye Jin put the lunch on the table, "Master will wake up today, porridge is always ready in the kitchen."

Luo Jue glanced at Ye Jin: "I talked to Yan Ling in the morning, and I probably understand the situation, but I just don't understand."

Ye Jin looked over and asked in a low voice, "What don't you understand?"

"Since personal blood sacrifice is necessary, why didn't it be carried out sooner? I don't think Feng Yan or anyone will refuse to help. And he has been in a coma and fever since a long time ago."

Ye Jin lowered his eyes, set the food and soup bowls, and said after a while: "The conditions were not ripe at that time."

Luo Jue could see that Ye Jin didn't want to elaborate, so he stopped asking.

After Ye Jin went out, Luo Jue drank some soup, saw Tong Yu's slightly trembling eyelashes, and hurriedly approached, "Yu, wake up!"

Tong Yu's eyelids twitched tightly twice, then slowly opened, his clear eyes did not look like someone who had been in a coma for more than ten hours, and the first thing he said was "I'm hungry".