This Venerable One Really Didn’t Abandon My Familiar

    A sharp tingling sensation came from the wound, and two sharp snake teeth pierced the thin and fragile skin on the side of Fengci's neck.

    The tossing just now made the house that had been tidy up again in a mess.

    Messy and quiet, only a faint smell of blood spreads in the air.

    The feeling of blood gushing out was extremely clear, Feng Ci was clasped by Pei Qianyue's hand, and hugged into his arms by the difference in body shape. He stretched out his free hand and landed on the other's shoulder, but did not exert any force to push him away.

    Of course he can push away.

    Not to mention that Pei Qianyue's consciousness is chaotic at this time, even if he is sober, he is not necessarily an opponent of Feng Ci.

     But Fengci did not do this.

    Perhaps because of the dizziness caused by blood loss, the tingling pain on the side of the neck gradually became numb, and was replaced by another subtle experience that has not been seen for a long time.

    Blood, hatred, pain...

    These once made Feng Ci extremely hated and disgusted, disgusted to the point of not wanting to remember, disgusted to the point of escaping from this world.

    But I have to admit that only these can make him feel that he is truly alive.

    It's like this moment.

    Really painful, real...exist.

    There were messy footsteps in the distance, which suddenly pulled Feng Ci out of this almost bewildered emotion. He woke up and immediately realized who was coming.

    It's Xiao Que.

    "Lu... Junior Brother Lu, you—"

    Feng Ci was hugged tightly by Pei Qianyue and could not see the situation outside clearly. But judging from Xiao Que's voice, the always gentle and elegant young man could no longer maintain his superficial calm, and even his tone became flustered.

    He hurriedly took a few steps in the direction of the jade bed, Pei Qianyue's body suddenly tensed, and the fangs were more firmly embedded in the side of Fengci's neck.

    “His…”

    The pain that was almost numb suddenly became clear, Feng Ci took a breath, and hurriedly shouted: "Senior Brother Xiao, don't come here!"

    The young man still had the sachet tied around his waist, and Pei Qianyue was naturally uncomfortable after getting close.

    As soon as he felt uncomfortable, it was still wind words.

    Xiao stopped.

    Feng Ci closed his eyes, the free hand was raised again, and gently landed on the back of Pei Qianyue's head. He maintained this posture as if they were embracing each other, and the light of spiritual power shone in his palms, which fell into Pei Qianyue's body.

    Knowing the sea is like a turbulent sea, and the dark fog hides the sky and the sun. However, a ray of sunlight suddenly penetrated the black fog and illuminated the world.

    Wherever the light went, the fog dissipated and the waves calmed down.

    In the depths of the sea of ​​​​knowledge, the black snake that was restless also quieted down. It raised its head high, and a pair of gray-white eyes met the light, as if it had found a long-lost bright color.

    The light seemed to turn into a pair of warm hands, gently caressing it.

    The black snake curled up in the light and fell asleep quickly.

    The wind opened his eyes.

     has fallen asleep again.

    The snake scales on his face had completely faded away, his eyelashes fluttered slightly, and his eyes were slightly closed. Feng Ci helped him lie down on the jade bed, took the black silk that was lying on the side, and helped him tie it again.

    After doing this, Feng Ci straightened up, but Xiao stepped forward.

    He found a handkerchief from nowhere and handed it to Feng Ci. Feng Ci was stunned for a moment, but he didn't react for a while, but Xiao pointed to his neck again: "Your injury..."

    Fengci raised her hand and touched it, and it was really wet.

    It looks a little scary.

    "It's alright, a small injury." Feng Ci smiled nonchalantly, didn't take the veil, and only touched the wound with the palm of his hand, and the wound that was still bleeding healed instantly. .

    Xiao Que: "…"

    The blood is almost dry, and there are still minor injuries.

    He shoved the handkerchief into Fengci's hand, turned and walked to the bedside to diagnose Pei Qianyue's pulse.

    Feng Ci just lost too much blood and consumed a lot of spiritual power, and now I feel a little tired.

      The heart will wake up."

    Xiao glanced at him and said hesitantly, "You...you already know."

    Feng Ci laughed.

    He was almost drained of blood by Pei Qianyue as a ration, how could he not know anything?

    But Feng Ci said nothing, picked up the handkerchief Xiao gave and wiped the blood on his neck. Xiao did not speak after giving Pei Qianyue a pulse diagnosis, but just stood quietly beside the bed.

     Feng Ci said: "Ask if you have any questions."

    Xiao was silent for a while, as if thinking. After a while, he slowly asked, "Why did the city lord suddenly wake up before the soothing incense was used up?"

    The first question makes Fengci difficult to answer.

    Why did he wake up, Feng Ci himself wanted to know.

    According to common sense, since you have fallen asleep, you will not be easily awakened by foreign objects. Feng Ci also doesn't think that the blood of this ordinary disciple who is living here now has such a powerful effect.

    But Pei Qianyue showed great interest in his blood.

    There is only one possibility.

    Pei Qianyue felt the aura that melted in the depths of the boy's blood... his breath.

    But this interpretation is also strange.

    After all, this is not Feng Ci's own body, even if the soul is living in the body, there is a bit of Feng Ci's spiritual energy in the body, but it is not so easy to perceive it.

    What's more, Feng Ci has been deliberately covering up his breath.

    How much breath can there be in a drop of blood, as for turning the sea of ​​​​knowledge upside down?

    For a while, Feng Ci didn't know whether this little black snake liked him or really hated him.

    … Probably should still hate.

    Otherwise, he would not have followed his instincts and almost drained his blood.

    He was lost for a while, only to notice that Xiao was still waiting for his answer. Feng Ci cleared his throat and said, "I don't know either. Just now I was outside with him, but I accidentally cut my hand, and his consciousness suddenly became awake. I chased in, and then... you see. arrive."

    He concealed his guesses, and the others did not.

    Feng Ci does not like to lie and deceive people, and there is no need to deceive people.

    Xiao frowned: "But the city lord has never been bloodthirsty before."

    Wind Ci: "Really? That's weird."

    "It's really strange. When I fall asleep, I usually won't wake up because of foreign objects, unless my consciousness senses something that makes my mood agitated..." Xiao Que paused and came to a conclusion, " He probably likes you very much."

    "Ahem..."

    Feng Ci was still listening carefully to his analysis, but he was choked at the end. He pointed at Pei Qianyue and couldn't believe it: "Is it a love that almost killed me?"

    Xiao did not answer.

    Feng Ci withdrew his gaze and continued to wipe the blood on his body.

    There was a long silence in the secret room. After a while, Xiao asked a second question: "Who are you?"

    Fashion speech.

      Bottom line.

    I even directly questioned Feng Ci's identity.

    In this sentence, it is indeed the person that Pei Qianyue stayed by his side.

    "If you want to restore the consciousness of the cultivator, you need to cultivate a realm that is much higher than it. What's more, the city owner's sea of ​​consciousness is on the verge of losing control, even if the first of the six gates comes in person, it may not be so short. Do it within time." Xiao looked at Feng Ci, his voice was gentle but firm, "Who are you?"

     Fengci asked: "Who do you think I am?"

    Xiao did not answer.

    His eyes were on Feng Ci for a moment, and it was so long that Feng Ci even thought that he should already have the answer in his heart.

    But Xiao just shook his head: "I don't know."

    Xiao Que: "...But with a cultivation like yours, you should never be an ordinary immortal disciple."

     Feng Ci did not rush to answer.

      Just an ordinary Langfeng City disciple, right?"

    Xiao did not hide: "I was born in the Valley of Witch Doctors."

    The Valley of Witch Doctors is located in Lingnan. They have been studying the art of medicine for generations. However, due to its remote location, the Witch Doctor Valley faded out of sight of the major immortals very early, and the descendants of the Witch Doctor Valley rarely set foot in the Central Plains.

    If the six gates were not established, many new disciples would not even know the name.

    "When I was out of the valley for some reason, the city lord gave me a life-saving grace, and I voluntarily stayed by his side to serve." Xiao Que calmly said, "Now I am just a disciple of Langfeng City. "

    Feng Ci did not doubt his words.

    Feng Ci said again: "Then you should see that I have no hostility to your City Lord."

    Xiao nodded: "I know."

    The willingness to approach this person from the city lord's spiritual consciousness shows that this person has no malice towards the city lord. As long as this person has a little bit of bad intentions, there are countless opportunities to start these days. Why is it that to this day, he almost lost his life here, and he spent his spiritual power to save him.

    "Isn't that alright?" Feng Ci said, "You only need to know that I am not planning to approach him. As for the rest, it doesn't matter at all."

    Feng Ci paused and smiled at him: "...I am just an ordinary Langfeng City disciple now."

    Xiao fell silent.

    After a moment, he replied, "I see."

    Feng Ci felt that he had regained some strength, stood up against the edge of the jade bed, and remembered something: "Will he remember these things when he wakes up?"

    "Not sure." Xiao Que said, "The city lord's sea of ​​consciousness is still very unstable. After waking up, it is very likely that his memory will be confused, and it is even more likely that he will forget all of these."

    As soon as Feng Ci was relieved, he heard Xiao but said: "If he forgets, I will tell him."

    Words: "…"

    Do you really want Pei Qianyue to know that while he was in a coma, he kissed, rubbed and took advantage of an outer disciple, and almost drained his blood?

    Besides, if Pei Qianyue really knew this, wouldn't his identity be exposed?

    Feng Ci doesn't believe that Pei Qianyue's brain can't figure out the causal relationship.

    "That..." Feng Ci said deliberately, "I think this matter, if the city owner knows..."

    Xiao interrupted him: "The city owner should know."

    Young people are rarely extremely stubborn in this matter.

    "Then don't worry about it. It's alright." Feng Ci negotiated conditions with him, "Give me at least ten days."

    Ten days is enough for him to try out what Pei Qianyue's attitude towards him is.

    Xiao Que: "Five days."

    Wind Words: "...eight days."

    Xiao Que: "Three days."

    Wind: "...five days."

    Xiao pondered for a moment, but before he could say the "one" in his mouth, Feng Ci quickly interrupted: "Okay, three days, just three days!"

    Xiao retracted his gaze, Feng Ci saw a flash of smile in his eyes.

    ...It is indeed a person raised by Pei Qianyue.

    Feng Ci didn't bother to bother with him anymore, smiled lightly, and turned away.

    He couldn't bear the smell of blood all over his body, and planned to find a place to change clothes.

    ***

    Lu Jingming's physical and spiritual power is low. After this mess today, even Feng Ci is rarely a little tired.

    So, he believed that all this was because of Pei Qianyue, and he took up the bath of the Lord of the City. After bathing, he changed his clothes, returned to the main hall, and lay directly on the bed of Lord City Lord.

    The bed the city lord sleeps on is much more comfortable than the outer door.

    With the moisture from his bath, he completely trapped himself in the soft mattress, so comfortable that he didn't even want to move a finger.

     fell asleep shortly after.

    …

    The night sky was shrouded in black mist, and the stars and moon were not visible. In the dark woods, a tall figure came slowly.

    Feng Ci wore a plain white robe with a faint streamer floating on the hem, making him seem to be walking from the light. He didn't wear shoes and stepped barefoot on the soft snow, leaving a trail of footprints.

    An ancient and distant voice echoed in his ears.

    "What is destined for, this is your mission and the price you have to pay."

    "You have to do it, whatever it takes."

    “…only you can.”

    He seemed to be walking for a long time, or maybe it was only for a moment, Feng Ci stopped in front of a lake. Suddenly there was a gust of wind blowing from the lake, and his clothes were blown up and down.

    The moon broke through the clouds, illuminating the forest and the reflection of the youth on the lake.

    Qing Jun, cold, not stained with fine dust.

    —that's what Feng Ci really looks like.

    The handsome young man looked at his reflection, the corner of his lips seemed to raise, but there was no sadness or joy in his eyes.

    Then he heard his own voice speak.

    He said, "Got it, Father."

    …

    The wind opened his eyes.

    He hasn't dreamed for a long time.

    Therefore, every time Fengci dreams, there will be nothing good.

    For example, the last time Tiandao dreamed, he saw the world that was about to be destroyed soon, and had to come back to clean up the mess.

    As for this time…

    Feng Ci held the quilt and recalled the content of the dream just now, her brows slightly raised.

    God babbles, not human words.

    …Forget it.

    Anyway, if it was an important foreshadowing that Tiandao wanted to give him, but he didn't realize it in time, Father Tiandao would give him a second reminder.

    Very user friendly.

    Feng Ci yawned, decided to ignore it, turned over and sat up.

    …and then met a cold and handsome face.

    The light in the hall was very dim, Pei Qianyue was wearing a black robe that almost melted into the darkness, his head was slightly lowered, his eyes were covered with black silk, and he couldn't see his expression clearly.

    He just sat quietly at the head of Fengci's bed, for I don't know how long.

    I have to say, it's a little scary.