Born to Be Rebellious [Quick Transmigration]

The terrifying pain exploded in the body, releasing amazing energy and heat. Something in the chest was creeping and climbing, struggling to rush through the shackles of **** flesh.

Ge Xiu hit the back of his head severely on the stone wall behind him, his whole body stiffened and trembling, and the familiar smell of rust and blood filled his clenched teeth.

The **** moonlight quietly sprinkled on the cold white rocks, like yarn like mist.

Elano was awakened by the great shock.

He reflexively jumped away from the source of the vibration, lowered his forelimbs in an attacking posture, his fangs were white and his pupils were fierce.

However, in the next second, the sight in front of him instantly robbed him of all his attention.

The straight body of the young man shuddered in the dark, his thin fingers were deeply plunged into the soil between the crevices, and his thin skeleton trembled like a dying butterfly.

Every trace of blood on the skin was removed, and in the dim light of the cave, it presented a marble-like white and unsullied texture.

There was a faint smell of blood floating in the air.

Faint red lines slowly emerged from the white skin like the first snow. The extravagant rose red deepens into scarlet at the speed visible to the naked eye, and gradually becomes clear like smooth and mellow lines, winding on the skin like mercury. The ancient and weird totem is exposed in the air with its teeth and claws, as the texture trembles. Slightly ups and downs, it seems that in the next second it will be able to break free from the shackles of the skin, and grow into a demon flower branch that is soaked in skin and bones.

What a cruel and breathtaking picture this is.

Leno stared at him steadily, his pupils slightly widened.

Although his godhead was seized, it didn't mean that he couldn't smell the evil and taboos emanating from the totem. The surging mighty power was imprisoned under the scarlet lines, exuding a strange and seductive fragrance in the dark.

It's like a whisper.

He could feel the body fluid secreted under his tongue, the dark red color appeared in the cold golden pupil, and the body tortured by hunger screamed in his ears-tearing the skin, chewing the flesh, licking and sucking the bones.

Leno took a step forward slowly, as if bewitched.

The next second, the fiery pain at the joint between the back and the leg bones drew his attention back.

He was stunned. He turned his head and looked at his back with difficulty. The purple-black curse aura had disappeared seven or eighty-eight, and the flesh turned out showing a hideous pink color, but the blood that flowed out was healthy and bright red.

Elano suddenly realized the lightness of his body.

He is now clear-headed, and the dizziness that had tormented him a few days ago was almost wiped out at this moment. Even the burning pain behind his back no longer seemed like torture, but stimulated him more like a stimulant. Nerves.

However, the decayed and fishy smell of curse could still be faintly smelled in the air, entwining his keen senses like tarsus, as if he had never left.

Leno moved the tip of his nose, turned his head to look in the direction of the smell—

The juvenile's convulsive and trembling fingers gripped the protruding rock tightly, showing a lifeless blue-gray color from fingertips to wrist.

Leno's golden pupil shrank suddenly.

He hesitated, leaned close to the boy, lowered his head and sniffed his fingers.

The tip of the wet nose swept across the back of the opponent's cold and trembling hand.

That's right. The other party didn't know what method he could use to absorb the curse that was enough to confine his divine body into his body-what a crazy, ignorant, and stupid behavior.

Elanor squatted down beside him, and the cold Jin Tong looked at the tormented teenager in front of him, his fluffy gray tail wrapped around his front paws.

The static body looked like a wolf-shaped sculpture under the light and shadow, staring deep in the darkness.

From his point of view, the entire cave can be seen in a panoramic view.

This cave was once empty, but now it is slightly crowded due to the daily addition of artifacts.

The plush animal skins folded into simple nests, two shiny and clean skulls, a few pebbles with a smooth and beautiful surface, and half a bunch of dark green weeds with poorly binding techniques.

There are a few blue-gray fruits in the skull. The skin is rough and bleak, and only a little dark element is vaguely exuded. It is almost harder to find such an existence at the bottom of the abyss than to climb to the sky.

And the other half of the cave was divided, but it was almost the same as when it first came.

It is cold, empty, without popularity, and there is no trace of residence, as if the people living here have no unnecessary desires. Only the silent **** moonlight shone in from the entrance of the cave, drawing a sharp arc on the ground.

Leno retracted his gaze.

He was silent for a while, then turned around and returned to the rough and humble nest, turned around and lay down, closed his eyes, his chin rested on his front paws, and his big furry tail covered the tip of his nose.

The scent that made him hungry and longing still wafted in the air, but Eleanor closed his eyes coldly, not even moving the tip of his tail.

After all, although it doesn't smell like it, maybe this human being is a dark creature that looks like a human?

Who knows what will happen after eating him.

He lifted one of his eyelids, and his rough gaze scraped across the pale skin of the teenager that was wrapped around the bright red totem. The narrow and vertical pupils were like a thin black gap.

——Maybe it's a charm system.

Leno closed his eyes again.

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The process of suffering every night is always long and tormenting. Whenever Ge Xiu thinks he can bear it, the next time the pain will strike in a more strange way to prove how wrong he is.

But day after day, he still exercised a higher tolerance for pain.

At this moment of every night, although he still can't get rid of the impact of pain on him, at least it can't be regarded as defenseless when encountering danger.

Ge Xiu was aware of the awakening and approach of the little wolf.

The hand he hid in the distance had already been charged in the darkness. Once the opponent had an attacking situation, the blade condensed by the dark elements would quickly stick to its neck.

Of course, Ge Xiu would not really kill it.

How could he destroy the beloved toy that he finally found?

But he didn't mind causing some pain. After all, the book also said that sugar and whips are the first essence of beast taming.

Ge Xiu felt its approach. An icy wet mark gently touched the back of his hand, like a feather that flew away. After a few seconds, Ge Xiu, who was dull by pain, realized it later. It smells itself.

Immediately afterwards, the other party retreated.

The meat pad stepped on the rock without sound, but after a few seconds, he heard a slight sound of rubbing the fur not far away, and then the whole cave fell into dead silence again.

Ge Xiu felt extremely puzzled and puzzled.

Isn't it the best time to start now?

The dark element condensed on his fingertips melted into the air like a mist.

He stretched his heavy eyelids through a small slit with difficulty, and in the sight of being tortured and deformed by the pain, in the depths of the dark cave, the soft gray body of the little wolf curled up into a small ball, and the wings on his back were folded together. Start up, listen carefully, and you can hear small, even breathing sounds.

Strangely, Ge Xiu felt calm after a long absence.

The light cast by the **** moon gradually deviated from the angle just now, and the continuous wave of pain finally weakened, and finally slowly disappeared from his limbs and torso, the blood-colored lines gradually faded and lightened, and it dived back to the deep skin. At the end, only a little painful aftertaste remained in his nerve endings, reminding what had just happened.

The pain at this point will soon be nothing.

Ge Xiu moved his stiff limbs, and the bones made a dull sound of friction. He stood up and cautiously approached the little wolf in the corner of the cave.

The little wolf didn't open his eyes, but still kept a motionless posture. The even breathing blew up and down the hair on the tip of his tail, which was not far away. His back undulated slowly with the rhythm of his breathing. It was originally bloody. The wound on his back had begun to scab, and even Ge Xiu admired its powerful recovery ability.

Ge Xiu squatted on the ground, resting his chin on his knees, staring thoughtfully at the little creature in front of him.

For a long time, he tentatively stretched out his hand and gently leaned towards the head of the little wolf.

The soft, warm fur covered the round and small skull, and the hair on the pointed ears rubbed his palm. It's kind of itchy.

The ear trembled slightly.

Ge Xiu pursed his mouth and smiled, and stretched out his sinful hand to the ear again, but before he could get close, the perfectly round golden pupil suddenly opened and stared at him coldly. The hand stopped in mid-air seemed to warn silently.

He knows how to accept as soon as he sees it.

Ge Xiu smiled and put his hand back, moving naturally without a trace of stagnation.

The little wolf stared at him coldly for a few seconds, then closed his eyes again, as if barely tolerating the other's existence.

Since that day, the relationship between a wolf and a person has become strangely harmonious.

Although Elano still didn't eat anything, when Ge Xiu came back, he no longer immediately assumed a hostile posture of defense and attack. Except for a few wounds that still have weak curses, his back is recovering at an extremely fast speed. The blood scabs have begun to fall off, gradually revealing new pink skin, and the scars on the wings are gradually fading, and finally only left. There are a few shallow white marks.

Although it seemed that he could live well even without eating, Ge Xiu still did not give up the possibility of finding suitable food.

Now he has left the cave for longer time and time again, and the scope of his search has become larger and larger, and there are more and more temporary shelters outside. From returning every day before the blood moon rises, he only comes back once in two days and goes out. The longest time even reached a week.

With the expansion of the area involved, the things he brought back each time became richer and more peculiar. From the ancient skull shaped like a crescent moon to the scarlet stalagmites like coagulated blood drops, countless small and fragmentary things quickly squeezed the space of the cave, squeezing it into the cave with a clear and unignorable sense of existence. In the cave that was originally cold and unpopular.

Eleno opened his eyes.

A pair of beast pupils, as shallow as molten gold, gleamed with a weird gleam in the depths of the cave. His eyes had long been accustomed to the normal state of seldom light at the bottom of the abyss, even in the caves tightly sealed by the dark elements, they seemed to be like daylight.

The cave is empty.

He is very sensitive to temperature changes. Whether it is the ground that humans have stepped on with bare feet, the walls close to the back of the back, or even the stones rubbed by the palms, the temperature of human flesh and blood will be temporarily left, and the heat will be radiated outward for a short period of time. The warm breath, with the fullness of vitality that can not be ignored. But at this moment, the rock wall and the ground are icy, with a kind of rigidity that is purely dead. Regardless of whether the flesh of any creature has ever been covered on it, all the traces and tracks that may be left are diluted and wiped out by the air. , As if it has never changed since ancient times.

Leno's eyes moved slightly, and his dark and inexplicable eyes fell on a bunch of plants placed next to his den.

He has seen many flowers. The fresh and beautiful flowers of various colors are moisturized by the rich light elements into vigorous and warm colors. The emerald green flower stems are carefully cut with a special eagle head and inserted into the water prayed by the chief priest to coordinate the flower shape and size of the petals. It is the most suitable and pleasing beauty. In the chanting of hymns, it is placed by the priest at the corner of the altar as an embellishment, and together with other sacrifices, it is dedicated to the high gods with a pious heart. Day after day, year after year.

In comparison, this bunch of plants is so crude and crude to the point of fingering.

It has narrow and slender leaves, the stems and leaves are frizzyly mixed with two small flowers, the thick root system below has not been trimmed, and the messy root hairs are also tied with dirt and gravel from the gaps in the rock wall. The way of binding is still ugly and rough, and the technique is as childish as a child, without the slightest sense of beauty. The stems and leaves are dark brown-black like all the plants that are struggling to survive in the abyss, but the two small flowers are rare and pale, and within a few minutes of being brought back to the cave, they are eroded by the dark elements into mottled fragments. .

The pale petals the size of a fingernail are thin and pitiful, darkening and graying at a speed visible to the naked eye, the edges of the petals are corrodedly rolled up by the elements, and dark gray spots spread rapidly.

The human being was still in a panic at first, trying to mobilize the elements to curb and slow down its withering speed, but as the dark elements accumulate, it actually intensified this process. But in just a few breaths, she fell into his palm like that withered.

The young man lowered his eyes, grabbed the fragment of the flower in his palm, and was silent for a few seconds.

Immediately afterwards, he raised his head and smiled at Elano, his expression almost the same as before:

"I thought it would last longer."

And now, the bunch of weeds that had lost their flowers wilted due to lack of water, and turned into a crisp, with no trace of life, as if it could turn into dust with a light touch.

Elena stared fixedly at the withered plant, then lowered his head and sniffed gently.

The remaining human temperature above has also long since disappeared.

He calculated roughly—the human being had left the cave for eight days and had not returned.

Elena's golden vertical pupils flashed with a faint cold light in the dark, like some kind of ice-cooling expensive gem.

He closed his eyes again indifferently, tilted his head, put his fluffy chin on his paws, and let the bunch of withered grass leave his sight.

The cave was dark and cold, swallowing almost all sounds, as if it could make the passage of time deliberately prolonged.

One minute.

Two minutes.

three minutes.

Elano suddenly opened his eyes again. This time, he sat up, the fluffy tail did not loop back to cover the tip of the claws as usual. Instead, he flicked it irritably behind him. The soft tip of the tail swept across the stone wall behind him, quietly There was a rustle in the cave.

He stood up and walked silently and swiftly to the door of the cave.

The walls made of dark elements there have become thinner and shallower with the passage of time, showing a translucent fluid state. Through the thin element walls, you can see the dark rock cliffs illuminated by the gradually dimming **** moonlight. , There is no grass in sight, and there is no sign of life activity.

Leno sat at the door, staring unpredictably at the gradually weakening wall in front of him, with primitive wildness and cruelty in the golden vertical pupils, with almost no emotional fluctuations, only a big tail behind. The shaking speed became more restless and irritable, showing that he was not calm.

Human eyes flashed through my mind.

It's dark and big, and it's easy to reflect people's shadows. The clean and round lines are gathered into a slightly pointed arc at the corner of the eye, which is sharp and sharp, but the pupils of the eyes are very bright, as if there is always a fire. The dark pupils were surrounded by light-colored apertures, which made him appear focused and curious no matter what he was watching, as if the pupils contained the only thing he cared about in the whole world.

Elena didn't know why he remembered so clearly, perhaps because when the teenager was in the cave, most of the time except for the pain tormented him, he spent most of his time watching himself enthusiastically. Even if he closed his eyes, he seemed to be able to feel the sight of the other party, without hostility, not full of calculations and evaluations, but pure enthusiasm. He will also talk to Eleanor. Even if the other party did not show any tendency to be able to understand, he would still speak on his own, almost more like a kind of self-entertainment than an attempt to communicate and communicate.

He would complain about the wolf hairs almost everywhere in the cave, sighing because he hadn't eaten anything again, and more often teasing and teasing with a smile, and seemed very happy to see him lose his composure.

He seemed obsessed with throwing a leg bone.

A strange, naive, arrogant, self-centered human being.

Or it is a dark creature that is good at deceiving people's hearts, and is used to fabricating a hypocritical image to let oneself relax.

But anyway, eight days is too long.

Elanor raised his claws, and the coldly radiant claws slashed across the already weak wall in front of him, making the sound of the fabric being torn, making it like a soap bubble that had swelled to the limit, bursting in the next second.

The entrance of the cave is unobstructed.

He licked his paw burned by the dark element, and then stepped into the darkness.