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Chapter 117 The White Moonlight Monk Who Criticizes Wolfhounds 18

As expected, Shi Qing's heart trembled, and his voice softened unconsciously: "Where does it hurt?"

"I...I can't...hurt my sister..."

Wu Ji lay on the bed, tilting his head back to reveal his sexy neck, his eyes gradually turned red, and he closed his eyes in discomfort, unable to speak.

He just moaned softly, and the tears at the end of his eyes wet his temples.

Gently wiping away his tears with her soft fingertips, Shi Qing looked distressed and said, "Wu Ji, how can I help you?"

Wu Ji opened his eyes in confusion, his dazed and longing eyes fell on her exposed shoulders, he closed his eyes again in shame and said nothing.

Noticing the redness in his eyes, Shi Qing pulled him up and said seriously, "Wu Ji, are you really sick?"

Following her strong force, Wu Ji sat up, his lips curled downwards, his eyes fixed on her shoulders intentionally or unintentionally, "Sister..."

Thinking of the current events in the secret realm, Shi Qing's fair cheeks turned red, "You want to... drink my blood?"

Wu Ji lowered his eyes in embarrassment and nodded slightly.

Realizing that something was wrong, he quickly shook his head again:

"Sister, I'm fine... I just need to bear with it for a while... I'll be fine..."

Shi Qing was silent for a moment, then he drew his sword, rolled up his sleeves, and made a light stroke -

A white light flashed before his eyes, and Wu Ji looked up in shock. Before he could say anything, the girl's white and slender arm appeared in front of him.

She looked calm and said, "Drink it."

Wu Ji looked at her for a few seconds with red eyes, his eyes were blurred and hot, his Adam's apple moved up and down. For a while, he let all his rationality stick to her.

His warm lips covered the finger-long wound and he sucked the girl's blood in big gulps, as if he wanted to merge the girl's blood with his own.

He sucked her so hard that Shi Qing let out a cry of pain.

Wu Ji's movements paused for a moment, his meager rationality returning a little. He extended a small section of his rosy tongue and licked from head to tail, one by one, in an ambiguous and lingering manner.

The boy looked up at her affectionately, calling her "sister" over and over again in an unclear voice.

A wet and itchy feeling came, like a bolt of lightning that made Shi Qing tremble slightly.

A trace of shame and anger flashed across her eyes, and she avoided the boy's gentle eyes and said, "If you want to drink, drink it. Don't shout."

Hearing this, Wu Ji smiled at her gently, his lips still red, and drank the blood obediently.

It was unknown how long it had been, but Shi Qing began to feel cold in her limbs, dizzy and blacking out. Her body went limp and she fell on Wu Ji.

"elder sister?"

When he regained consciousness, a hint of uneasiness flashed in Wu Ji's eyes. He adjusted his sitting position and rested the girl's head on his shoulder.

Shi Qing's consciousness was a little fuzzy, his lips were pale, and his voice was a little weak: "I'm fine..."

Wu Ji held her wrist, which was extremely cold.

With a hint of annoyance on his face, he took out a small bottle from his sleeve, put one arm around Shi Qing, and poured out a brown pill with the other hand.

He tilted his head, leaned close to her ear, and said softly, "Sister, eat it."

A round thing touched her lips. Shi Qing leaned in his arms with slow thinking and swallowed it obediently along with his fingers.

Inadvertently, the girl's soft lips touched his fingertips, and Wu Ji suddenly froze.

His eyes were dim, and tiny fragments of light condensed and dispersed in his pupils.

After a while, Shi Qing gradually recovered and realized something. She suddenly pulled out of his arms and stood up.

Suddenly, everything went dark in front of her eyes again, and she raised her hand to rub her brow.

Wu Ji's eyes followed her movements from beginning to end. He stood up and supported Shi Qing, apologizing very skillfully:

"Sis, I'm sorry...it's all my fault."

Shi Qing turned her head to look at him, "I just need to rest for a while, don't blame yourself."

Wu Ji pursed his lips, his eyes misty, "If I hadn't had such a strange disease, I wouldn't have implicated my sister..."

Seeing that he was about to cry due to guilt, Shi Qing could only smile helplessly.

"I volunteer. But your illness is strange. You actually need to drink blood. Is there any way to cure it?"

Wu Ji pointed at the sword on the ground and said, "When I was seven or eight years old, I accidentally picked up this Chixiao Sword. Since then, every time there is a full moon, the extra evil spirit in my body will become restless, painful, and I will lose my mind."

This sword is two inches and one foot long, and the blade is made of black iron, and the whole body is red. The blade is incomplete, engraved with the pattern of fire, and the hilt is pure black, with a sapphire bead inlaid on it, which looks like a flower.

Very strange.

Just by getting a little closer, one can feel the oppressive aura of the sword.

"Over the years, I have searched all over the mountains and rivers, and accidentally learned that the thousand-year-old snow lotus that grows in extremely cold places is the purest and coldest thing. It counteracts the evil spirit and is the only antidote."

Wu Ji paused:

"However, when I arrived at the extremely cold land three years ago, I did not find any thousand-year-old snow lotus. I guess this is just made up in the book. There is no such thing in this world."

After he finished speaking, there was a hint of smile in his eyes, but upon closer inspection, it didn't reach his eyes.

What the ancient books say is not false.

There are indeed thousand-year-old snow lotuses in extremely cold places.

As early as four years ago, he arrived there after going through many hardships.

At that time, the thousand-year-old snow lotus had not yet bloomed, so he endured the cold and waited nearby for another year.

When the thousand-year-old snow lotus bloomed the following year, another group of people picked it first.

At that time, he had just experienced the torture of evil spirit, and he was able to retain his sanity by suppressing it with homemade pills.

However, his spiritual power was sluggish, and when he stepped forward to fight for it, he was knocked aside by the middle-aged man in the lead, and his men beat him with fists and feet and humiliated him wantonly.

Thinking of this, his eyes darkened, and his crow-feather-like eyelashes cast a shadow from his lower eyelid.

"I used to take the pills I developed myself, but it was inevitable that my spiritual power would stagnate the next day. I guess it's because of your special physique, so your blood can suppress this extremely evil energy."

Shi Qing frowned slightly, not knowing what she was thinking.

After a moment, she said, "If it happens again, just come find me."

Wu Ji's eyelashes trembled slightly, and he lifted his eyelids in surprise, "But if you bleed for a long time, your body won't be able to bear it. I can take medicine by myself and get through it."

Since it is boiled, the medicinal effect must be of little use.

Shi Qing disagreed, "Medicine is poisonous to some extent. If you continue doing this for a long time, it will inevitably harm your body. Bleeding is only once a month, which is not a big deal for me."

His sight naturally locked onto the Chi Xiao Sword that had fallen to the ground.

Just as he was about to pick it up, Wu Ji took the lead and tore off the black cloth to wrap it up.

"This sword has a strong evil aura. Just to be on the safe side, it's better not to touch it."

Seeing that he was unwilling, Shi Qing did not force him, and only said: "Now that you have the Scarlet Sky Sword by your side, won't it affect you?"

"Don't worry, sister. This sword won't affect me." Wu Ji wrapped it up and put it aside.

"Where did you pick up this sword?"

"Mingchuan."

Mingchuan is the border between the demon world and the cultivation world, where all kinds of people mix together and it is in chaos.

Seeing her puzzled expression, Wu Ji explained, "My parents died when I was young, and I went there... to survive."

In fact, at the beginning, he ended up in that dirty place, begging.

But in front of Shi Qing, he didn't want to reveal this embarrassing past.

The original owner had been to Mingchuan with his master. There were all kinds of people there, and there was no absolute manager. They only followed the jungle law of "survival of the fittest", and whoever was capable was the boss.

It is easy to imagine what a helpless orphan would encounter in such an environment.

There was a subtle bitterness in his heart, and Shi Qing's eyes softened, "Everything is over, I will be here for you from now on."

Wu Ji's eyes flickered, "If my sister breaks her promise and leaves me in the future, what should I do?"

Shi Qing chuckled, "If one day I really break my promise, you can do whatever you want with me."

Hearing this, Wu Ji smiled brightly, his silver-grey eyes sparkling with light, covering up the thick darkness at the bottom of his eyes.

"Then don't forget it, sister."