"From now on, you are both my sword master and my feeder."
The man's voice still seemed to linger in his ears. Ming Shuiyun was walking on the campus avenue illuminated by street lights, feeling a little dazed for a moment.
"Wow, Shuiyun, are you okay!?"
A thin girl wearing blue and white rabbit pajamas was sitting on a bench by the roadside. When she saw Ming Shuiyun, she was startled and ran over: "Why are you covered in blood? Do you want to go see a medical officer?"
"I...it's okay. None of the blood on my body is mine." Ming Shuiyun shook his head: "Thank you, Qingyun."
"It's very late now. The hot water supply in the dormitory seems to be stopped at 11pm. You should go back and take a shower." Ming Qingyun looked at Shuiyun's body carefully and breathed a sigh of relief after confirming that nothing was damaged: "Your sword
Did the scabbard get into a fight with Sister Shuangli’s mad dog?”
"Hmm." Ming Shuiyun didn't want to say more about this, so he changed the subject and said, "Qingyun, why are you sitting outside?"
"I just washed my hair and couldn't iron it with an ironing board. It's so cool outside that I went out to look at the stars." Ming Qingyun glanced at the bright dormitory building behind: "And it's still noisy inside."
"What?"
"It's nothing." Ming Qingyun stretched out: "This is a safe area anyway. I prefer to be alone like this. Shuiyun, you can go back by yourself. The room is Room A on the third floor."
"Yeah." Ming Shuiyun took two steps and suddenly remembered something, so he went back and grabbed Ming Qingyun's right hand.
A lazy cloud seal that was neither smoke nor cloud appeared on the back of Ming Qingyun's hand.
"You also participated?" Ming Shuiyun asked in surprise.
"Well, I was planning to participate from the beginning. It would be too boring to quit midway."
The girl in the pajamas yawned lazily: "And despite what Sister Shuangli said, in fact, the people who quit at the beginning are definitely not as respected as the people who quit at the end."
She clicked on the mark on the back of her hand: "There is a winner or loser in this game, but there is no winner or loser in the chips. This is our chip - rather than giving up your chips at the beginning, it is better to hold the chips in your hand first
."
"As time goes by, the value of the chips will only get higher and higher, and we, the speculative bystanders, will get more and more."
Ming Shuiyun said in surprise: "I saw that you and Chaoyan were not here just now. I thought you were really going to give up... and you are not too obsessed with finding swords and fighting for the throne."
"Indeed, although Chaoyan and I are different, we are both people who like to live a stable life." Ming Qingyun said with a smile: "Thanks to Sister Shuangli's crazy dog who drove you away, Holy Sword Huiyao
There was no one around, so Chaoyan and I had the opportunity to obtain the oath mark easily, quickly signed a contract with the scabbard and came back to take a shower."
Ming Shuiyun couldn't help but feel a little frustrated. They spent a lot of effort to complete the oath-taking ceremony, but others could easily pass it by seizing the opportunity. It's like you bought a new game at full price without discount, and the next day the platform next door gave it away for free.
Same... Ming Qingyun keenly sensed that his sister was a little unhappy and said with a smile:
"But Chao Yan's Scabbard and I are just like us, we are both people who don't have a strong desire to win, otherwise they wouldn't have stopped taking action just now. I guess they were already thinking about how to persuade the two of us to join Shuangli.
Sister...where is your scabbard, Shuiyun? Is he someone worthy of your trust?"
Ming Shuiyun was startled for a moment, then suddenly shuddered, and the wound on his neck seemed to start to hurt again: "I... I don't know."
"I have now changed from a contestant to a bettor. Shuiyun, tell me honestly, will your scabbard be willing to help you win?" Ming Qingyun stretched out and asked curiously: "What if?
If you are determined to compete for the throne, then I have to please you early and make a bet in advance..."
"I have no idea!"
An awkward silence began to spread, and screams could be heard from far away in the dormitory building.
"You don't seem to look well." Ming Qingyun said, "Go back and take a hot bath. I'll sit down for a while."
"Um...I'm sorry."
"No need, I asked too many questions." Ming Qingyun said with a smile: "But if you have any secrets and you want to talk to someone, just come to me, I'm very tight-lipped."
She made a zipper gesture and raised her eyebrows.
Ming Shuiyun nodded gratefully, and when he turned to leave, he heard Ming Qingyun say again:
"Don't trust Scabbards too much, no matter whether they are good or evil. We regard them as tools to win, so why don't they regard us as a medium to realize their ambitions? Just because they can't betray doesn't mean they will have feelings for us.
"
The bright water clouds stagnated slightly, and then walked into the dormitory building without stopping.
As soon as she reached the third floor, Ming Shuiyun heard a commotion. She looked at Room A, where the bright light shone through the cracks in the window and door. She vaguely anticipated something, so she took out her key and opened the door.
"——Dailan, you actually attacked me sneakily!"
"That was thrown by Sister Shuangli! It's none of my business!"
"It's none of my business! Let's attack Tao Lang first. It hurts too much to hit her!"
"Come! Let me pick you two!"
What caught Ming Shuiyun's eyes was a female student dormitory with pillows flying everywhere.
The battle scene is extremely hot. Several princesses in the name of the royal family and the candidates for the next emperor are using the most powerful individual weapon in the dormitory [Pillow] to engage in random brawls. The tactics of all parties are endless, sometimes combining vertically and horizontally, sometimes at fixed points.
Focus on the fire, sometimes jungle operations, sometimes a wave of groups in the middle - in short, it's just a few random attacks.
"It's lively, isn't it?"
Just when Ming Shuiyun was stunned, the door of the bathroom next to her opened, and Ming Yueyan, who was wiping her head with a towel, walked out. She glanced at the battle situation in the dormitory with her eyes with dark circles and eyeshadow, and commented
: "If the scabbards saw their sword master fighting like this, would they become disheartened and give up on the sword hunt?"
"Why, why?" Ming Shuiyun pointed at them and asked with a confused look on his face.
"It's like this. When Tao Lang and Dai Lan came back, they were all dirty, not much better than you." Mingyue Yan glanced at Ming Shuiyun's 'Battlefield Valkyrie Skin' and said, "Then they discovered
Sister Shuangli actually came back a long time ago after taking a bath, and they were all lying on the bed reading, which made them angry. After the two of them finished taking a bath, they attacked Sister Shuangli at the same time."
"New grudges and old grudges, it's not difficult to understand, right? I was chased by Sister Shuangli's scabbard all night again. When I came back, I saw Sister Shuangli yelling again. It's normal to feel angry, but this is a safe zone, so...
All I can do is throw pillows away."
Mingyue Yan made a 'please' gesture: "Shuiyun, do you want to join the battle? You don't need to bring a pillow. If you see whoever is upset, just go over and hug them - they will definitely cry and cry. Please don't come over."
Ming Shuiyun looked at his bloody clothes and shook his head: "I don't have such bad taste... What I'm asking is, why are they here?"
"Of course they are here." Mingyue Yan said, "This is their dormitory."
"But this is also my dormitory..." Ming Shuiyun looked at his dormitory key: "Could it be that...?"
"Speaking of which, you don't seem to have come to the dormitory to pack your luggage during the day." Mingyue Yan suddenly realized: "No wonder you don't know——"
"The seven of us all sleep in the same eight-person dormitory. For the next six months, we will fight openly and secretly outside during the day, and continue to scheming when we return to the dormitory at night. How about it, are you happy or surprised?"
Perhaps it was because he encountered so many emergencies tonight that Ming Shuiyun was not surprised at all. He just sighed: "This arrangement is too strange..."
"Maybe it encourages us to find ways to eliminate competitors in the safe zone? I even suspect that there will be a dormitory secret room murder incident in a few days."
Mingyue Yan wiped her hair and said: "By the way, the book Sister Shuangli just read is Song Tixing's latest book "The Clearing of Wrongs: The Northern Train Murder Case". I suggest you also buy a few murder novels to enrich yourself. , even if you don’t learn how to kill, you must at least learn how to leave a message.”
Song Tixing is a well-known best-selling author of murder novels. Although the audience for murder novels is not large, the readership is extremely strong. "The Record of Abandonment" has been a best-selling work for more than 20 years. Ming Shuiyun has also read " A drama adapted from "The Pursuit of Wrongs".
Ming Yue Yan was so sarcastic and sarcastic that sometimes Ming Shuiyun couldn't tell whether she was sincerely suggesting or joking. She found her bed, packed her luggage, took out a change of clothes and prepared to take a bath, when a greeting suddenly came from the bed next to her.
"Shuiyun, are you injured?"
Ming Chaoyan, whose eyelids were drooping and sleepy, tried to sit up with his hands on his hands: "I know a little bit about interior combat..."
"No, I'm not hurt."
Noticing that Ming Shuangli and others were looking at him, Ming Shuiyun could only shake the bloody clothes on his body and explained: "None of the blood on my body is mine."
Ming Shuangli suddenly moved his nose and sniffed it carefully, "Well... some of it is Niruo's blood."
"Really?!" Ming Taolang was shocked: "Sister Shuangli, can you actually smell the difference in blood with your nose?"
"Of course!" Ming Shuangli said with his hands on his hips: "The blood of different people must be different!"
Ming Dailan stopped throwing pillows: "Really? What's the difference?"
Ming Shuangli coughed and said seriously: "For example, the blood of stinky men must be fishy and smelly, but the blood of us beautiful girls in their prime is as sweet as fine wine and as refreshing as scented tea - —”
"Really!" Ming Taolang pointed directly at his arm and opened his mouth: "Then let me try -"
"Don't!"
A new round of turmoil began, so no one noticed that Ming Shuiyun's face suddenly turned pale at that moment.
Ming Chaoyan rubbed his eyes and fell on the bed like a log, hugging the Holy Sword doll next to him: "Since Shuiyun is fine, I will continue to sleep..."
"Well, you can go back to sleep." Ming Shuiyun said with a smile. Chaoyan's tutoring was very strict and she was young. She usually went to bed at nine o'clock. No wonder she could sleep peacefully in such a noisy environment.
Carrying her clothes and towel into the bathroom, Ming Shuiyun slowly took off her clothes. Because they had been soaked in blood for so long, she only wore cool, thin and breathable clothes in the summer, so the clothes almost stuck to her skin, with residue remaining on them.
The temperature of the blood.
He took off all his clothes and turned on the shower head. A stream of warm water poured onto Ming Shuiyun from above. Drops of water fell on his hair, flowed through his collarbones, across his back, and across the mountains.
Along her long legs, it washed away all the fatigue and all the dirt on her body.
In this narrow bathroom, taking off all the comfort on her body and listening to the sound of running water, Ming Shuiyun was finally able to calm down and think about everything that had just happened.
She stretched out her hand and touched the wound next to her neck. They were two teeth-marked holes. There was no blood in the holes. It seemed that the bleeding had stopped and healed. Maybe it would be back to its original state when she woke up tomorrow.
But she will not forget that just now, in the wilderness of Wanxiang Forest, the red-haired man lay on her body, bit her neck, pierced two holes, and sucked her blood.
She was sluggish and passive the whole time and had no idea what was going on. It wasn't until he finished sucking the blood that he licked the wound and said in her ear:
"My first wish is that you become my provider."
"Any time, anywhere, whenever I need it, you have to provide me with blood like this. This is a sinful symbiosis between you and me, you need me to fight for you, and I need you to be mine...
…food."
"If you can become the new emperor, maybe you can end our symbiosis, or maybe... it won't end, but you can try hard."
"From now on, you are both my sword master and my feeder."
Recalling that dream-like scene, Ming Shuiyun's body couldn't help but tremble. She couldn't understand why things turned out like this, why her scabbard sucked blood, why their relationship became so weird, and why they had to choose
she……
"Just because they can't betray doesn't mean they will have feelings for us."
"The blood of us beautiful girls in their prime is as sweet as fine wine and as refreshing as scented tea——"
The words he just heard suddenly echoed in his mind. Ming Shuiyun slowly squatted down and hugged his legs, letting the water spray freely on his body. This strong and beautiful girl's psychological defense finally collapsed, revealing her world view.
Broken confused expression:
"Am I having a nightmare, or..."
"Having a sweet dream?"
…
…
"Very good, she should think that I am just an ordinary vampire pervert now."
After taking a shower, Le Yu looked in the mirror and found that her injuries were almost healed.
"Is fresh puree better than mixed juice?" Le Yu was a little surprised. He only sucked a little bit of Ming Shuiyun's blood, about that - if more, he would be afraid that she would be weak or visit relatives.
Drinking a whole bottle of red juice can only barely relieve a serious injury, but drinking fresh blood heals it. Is the effect of the blood bottle really that the fresher the better?
No, Le Yu quickly rejected this idea. The blood itself has no healing effect, but the action of 'sucking blood' triggered the passive effect of Xue Yin Badailiu, allowing his mental power to automatically guide the flow to heal the injury.
According to this logic, Le Yu's blood-sucking ritual should be too coquettish, causing the passive effect to be over-effective. If drinking the blood bottle can only trigger 50% of the healing effect, then Le Yu just attacked the beautiful girl to suck blood in the moonlit forest, and I am afraid it will not cure the disease.
The effect was strengthened to 1000%, and his mental strength sang praises for Le Yu's abnormal behavior.
Although he discovered the blood-sucking skills of Xue Yin Badao Ryu, Le Yu had no intention of taking advantage of this secret. He only sucked blood to scare Ming Shuiyun, and he did not really have such a hobby.
Fortunately, Xueyin Badaoliu really has skills to assist blood-sucking, such as temporarily creating two sharp light-explosion teeth, otherwise Le Yu wouldn't know how to poke two holes in Ming Shuiyun's neck.
I believe that after such a scare, Ming Shuiyun must have been frightened and afraid of Le Yu, but in order to find the sword and fight for the position, he had to compromise and listen to her words.
Le Yu felt very happy when he thought that his sword master hated and feared him, but could only listen to himself. Don't get me wrong, Le Yu was not a psychopath, it was the result of the proletariat's successful resistance to the ruling class.
A happy heart is a reasonable mood.
All in all, Le Yu at least doesn't have to worry about the sword master having any inappropriate thoughts about him.
Qinglan, steady.
When internal worries are relieved, Leyu must also deal with external worries.
He sat at his desk, picked up the lesson plan written by Qin Yueyang, and began to prepare for his first class——
