The hot and sweet blood was sprinkled all over Chang Sheng's head and face, and some even fell into her mouth. Although even the blood of this person had a faint sweet taste, Chang Sheng couldn't help but feel palpitations at this moment.
...Xuejin?
"Click... click..."
There was a bone-deep wound on Xuejin's slender and white neck. Gurgling blood flowed continuously from the wound. The dark blue clothes of his grandfather were now soaked with blood and he was in a mess.
There was a clicking sound in his throat, but a trace of satisfaction flashed in his eyes.
Is this what death feels like? It’s so good…
I didn't expect to encounter a spiritual weapon in this rural place. It's great. Ordinary weapons can't kill me. Who makes him no longer a mortal, but a monk? The only thing that can kill a monk is a spiritual weapon.
.
However, just when Xue Jin was feeling happy, he felt an itching sensation at the wound on his neck, followed by a familiar numbness. This was the sign that his wound was about to heal.
Xuejin's originally uplifting mood suddenly fell to the bottom. Why is this happening? Isn't this a spiritual weapon? Why does the wound still heal?
Xuejin looked down at the long knife, only to feel that the long knife that had been shining in his eyes before had now lost all its light. The long knife that had just a trace of spiritual power flowing through it had now turned into an ordinary sword.
?
With a "clang", the long knife fell heavily to the ground, stained with blood. The red, white, black and green color made Chang Sheng couldn't help but look sideways. But she couldn't forget the scene she just saw.
The wound on Xue Jin’s neck is healing quickly?
"...It's really boring."
She turned around and was about to enter the house, but was stopped by Chang Sheng. She stretched out her hand to wipe off the blood on Xue Jin's neck, and then her pupils shrank sharply.
Xue Jin's wound disappeared.
Although there is still blood on the neck that has not been wiped clean, the hideous wound is really gone.
Changsheng was simply stunned. Although she had seen a lot of the market, Changsheng had never seen anything like this.
"What's going on with you? You said you were a monk before, so, so you are a monk?"
Raising an eyebrow at Changsheng's keenness, Xuejin let the little girl tug on his collar, with an inexplicable smile on his face again.
"Are you going to hit me?"
Chang Sheng stared closely into this man's eyes, refusing to look away even when he saw Xue Jin covered in blood.
She has endured it for a long time. She doesn't care if this person looks down on her, doesn't care that this person doesn't want to teach her to cultivate immortality, or even cares about his harsh words and a lot of trouble. But she really cares that this person wants to commit suicide from time to time.
Behavior.
"Why do you want to commit suicide? Why don't you cherish your life? Aren't you a monk? Don't monks tell you that they have to meet various difficult conditions to practice? Didn't you say that monks who can practice are one in a million?
? Then why are you committing suicide? Now that you have something that others dream of, don’t waste it! You know, do you know how much I want to practice and how much I want to bring my grandpa and the others back to life?!"
"..."
This was the first time Chang Sheng got angry. She had always been gentle and mild-tempered. This sudden outburst shocked Xue Jin. He looked at Chang Sheng's eyes that seemed to spit out fire and couldn't control the corner of his mouth.
's smile.
Xuejin could hardly help but laugh. He had learned nothing else over the years, but his ability to make people angry was first-rate. If his physique was not one that would make people reluctant to part with him, he would not have known it all these years.
How many times have I been killed?
Looking at Changsheng now, Xuejin looked at her provocatively as if on conditioned reflex.
"What? You want to kill me? Yes! Just kill me! Do you see this long knife? Just pick it up and think about how you wielded this knife before. Do you feel the warm current? Infuse those warm currents
Enter your wrist and cut it here!"
Xuejin pointed at his neck and scratched it with his nails. A few blood stains suddenly appeared on his white neck. Coupled with the blood stains that were already there before, it made this man even more charming and demonic.
He pointed at his neck, constantly tempting Chang Sheng, wanting her to cut it off. If this long knife is not a spiritual weapon, then Chang Sheng himself has spiritual energy. This situation is not unheard of, but it is extremely special, unless Chang Sheng is a person with excellent talents.
Otherwise, there would be no such flash of inspiration at all.
Xuejin looked directly at Changsheng. This child had the best temperament he had ever seen in his life. Generally, children as old as Changsheng would always be a little willful. Especially for an adult like him who was powerless.
When they discover that they can easily control an adult, some children will do things that are scary. Seoljin used to think that all children were pure, kind, innocent and cute, but later he discovered that this was not the case.
Moreover, even adults with a gentle temper would not be able to stand his mouth, but Chang Sheng, no matter how much he misbehaved, he never got angry.
Of course, except when he wants to commit suicide.
Although he didn't want to admit it, Xuejin could only admit his shamelessness.
"Changsheng, since you don't want to kill me, do you want to become an immortal? I can teach you."
"...Why did you change your mind?"
Changsheng slowly loosened the man's collar, a little unconvinced. In fact, Changsheng has never been a smart child. The outburst just now was a rare moment for her to be eloquent. Now she calmed down, and the previous
The momentum is not that strong anymore.
At this time, both of them were covered in blood, but Xue Jin, who had always been picky about food, clothing, housing and transportation, didn't mind at all.
He stared at Changsheng and spoke in an unquestionable tone.
"You just have to answer me, are you willing?"
"...I do."
Why is there any hesitation about this? Changsheng has been very willing to do so since she heard that immortal cultivators can resurrect the dead. She has too many people she hopes to resurrect, so when she heard this man's question, she no longer hesitated.
He nodded directly. Of course, Xuejin hadn't told himself the reason why he had thought twice about it several times, but Changsheng would not be stubborn on this issue.
Very good, both of them reached a consensus at this time. Xue Jin nodded with satisfaction, then they cleaned themselves up, sat in the warm room and started talking.
At the beginning of the topic, Xue Jin asked a question that Changsheng couldn't help but be curious about.
"Do you know how old I am?"
What kind of question is this? But since Xue Jin asked this, Chang Sheng truthfully told his guess.
"Maybe, twenty years old?"
Xuejin shook his head, his expression didn't seem to change, and his expression was even very natural.
