This Damned Thirst for Survival

Today is a sunny day.

Jiang Luo lazily moved a stool and sat in front of the door, slumped in the chair against the wall, basking in the sun like the old man.

The golden sun fell on his face, and Jiang Luo's eyes seemed to be dyed gold. Black hair piled up messily at the back of his head, and a few strands of hair flew up due to static electricity and turned into gold in the sun.

The cold breath of winter is inhaled from the nose. This season, the weather is always very dry, the lips are prone to chapped, and the skin is prone to peeling. Jiang Luo is okay, his face is full of spring and full of vigor. He licked his lips, although they were a bit dry, they didn't get in the way. He didn't bother to get up and pour himself a glass of water, but still didn't want to move.

The after rhyme after the spring dream made people lazy and yawned.

But this time is better than last time, this time there is no need to clean up afterwards. The refreshment of the spirit does not mean the dirt of the body. Jiang Luo squinted his eyes halfway, and thought to a pity that this time the evil spirit didn't know if it was because he was in a dream and was exceptionally powerful last night. He didn't even give Jiang Luo a chance to laugh at him.

Jiang Luodu has already decided that if the method of using evil spirits in his dream is useful, he will pretend to be more indifferent day by day, and after seven days, he will be ruthless, and Chi You's face must be pretty good.

Thinking of this Jiang Luo couldn't help bending over and grinning, his shoulders were shaking with laughter. But with a smile, Jiang Luo began to be bored in a daze again.

The evil spirit's words flashed through his mind.

"I really want to be a real lover."

The evil spirit slammed into Jiang Luo's fingers with his five fingers that were as cold as a dead man while he slammed into it. With the smell of sweat and lust, he said unpredictably: "You are right, I like you, Jiang fall."

He admitted.

"Really sorry."

"From now on, every inch of your skin, every drop of blood."

"It's all mine."

The warm winter sun makes people drowsy.

Jiang Luo returned to his senses, and couldn't help but sigh.

Judging from the coolness of last night, Jiang Luo didn't bother to care about these few words with Chi You.

yours?

Go to you in your dreams.

Jiang Luo shifted his eyes to the potted plant, and with a twitch of his mind, he remembered that Chi You liked him again.

He frowned and rubbed his eyebrows, suddenly feeling a little upset.

Regardless of whether Chi Youxi likes him or not, Jiang Luo must first pay back the remaining three killings.

The time of basking in the sun passed quickly. At ten o'clock, a child came to see Jiang Luo, "Brother, Dao Master invites you to Koizumi Pond."

Compared to yesterday, Jiang Luo is ready to change his clothes today. He picked up things and followed the boy towards Koizumi Pond.

After passing, Daoist Weihe and the fatalist were already waiting for him by the Koizumi Pond.

Jiang Luo said hello to them, "Master Dao, Fate."

The fatalist smiled and nodded, "You are in good spirits today."

Jiang Luo smiled lightly, "After soaking in the holy water, I feel much better physically and mentally."

Dao Wei Wei couldn't help showing a look of pride, he touched his beard, "Holy water is sought after by others because of this effect. It's not too early at this time, Jiang Luo, you go into the water."

Jiang Luo glanced at the clear water, suppressed the boredom in his heart, slowly took off the clothes on his body, and chatted like an authentic: "Dao Master, when will my master come?"

"Either today or tomorrow," said Weihe Daoist. "Your master cares about you very much. It hasn't been a month yet. He wants to know how the filth on your body is cleaned up. Don't worry, although you were yesterday. Only when I got to the top of the mountain, it was very late to clean up the filth, but I assure you that in five or six days at most, you will be completely clean and you will be able to learn whatever you want."

Jiang Luo smiled faintly: "Spells are all things outside of the body, I don't care anymore."

Wei He Daochang choked slightly, and he stammered in panic, "This, this, this is something to learn..."

Before he could finish his words, the Fate Man turned his head, his tone was slightly heavy, "Lian Ting."

Dao Wei He shut his mouth, and said fatefully, "Go and see your nephews."

Dao Wei He was a little bit hesitant to speak, but looked at Jiang Luo and the fatalist, and finally smiled uncomfortably, "The fatalist is right, even Bing nephew was hurt very badly. I'll go see him, you guys go on."

He left in a hurry after speaking. The dumb riddles they played made Jiang Luo curious. He asked abruptly, "You look very young, but the elders are a little afraid of you."

The celestial master treated him respectfully, and Dao Master Weihe could also be called by his name. Is there a character named "Fate Man" in the original book?

The fatalist laughed, "Do I look young?"

Jiang Luo nodded honestly, "It looks about my age."

"I'm not young anymore," the fatalist shook his head and smiled. "You go into the water and don't catch the cold anymore."

Before going into the water, Jiang Luo touched the earrings in his pocket, hesitated for a few seconds, and decided not to wear it on his ears, but put it next to his body in the pocket of his pants.

The water in Koizumi Pond is still warm and comfortable, but today’s difference from yesterday is that Jiang Luo just stood in the water, and the black water around her body darkened the entire pond at twice the speed of yesterday. Jiang Luo was in the dark. Raise your eyebrows, a spring dream turned out to be so effective?

Chi You is still very useful.

The Fate Man looked at the water in surprise, frowning and dripping a drop of blood into the pool.

The surface of the water churned in an instant, the clear water and the black water each occupied one side, and no one would let anyone else. Jiang Luo had already verified his guess. He felt a little relieved, but Hei Shui thought of Chi You again.

My thoughts drifted, and the feeling of crunching between the bones and refreshing to the toes last night began to overflow from my fingers. Jiang Luo always felt like a ghost was kissing behind his ridge. He couldn't help but clenched his fist underwater, and the pleasure of **** surged in the hot water. But Jiang Luo raised his eyes, only to find that when he was thinking about the stall last night, the black and white waters of the chamber had lost their balance, and Heishui began to push forward continuously.

Jiang Luo: "..."

Jiang Luo coughed twice and calmed down. Heishui quickly calmed down.

The fatalist said to himself: "Strange, the dirt is heavier than yesterday."

After speaking, he looked up at Jiang Luo again. There seemed to be a strange light flashing in his eyes, but he didn't do anything or say anything.

Jiang Luo pretended not to see his eyes, taking soaking in water as a bath. An hour passed slowly, but Jiang Luo's vigilance in his heart was inexplicably relaxed, and he closed his eyes and rested. When he was half-dreaming and half-awake, the fatalist suddenly woke him up: "Jiang Luo."

Jiang Luo's eyelashes twitched and slowly opened his eyes.

The Fate Man didn't know when he got into the water, and stood in front of Jiang Luo in the thick fog.

Jiang Luo looked at him quietly.

The dew on the face of the black-haired young man slipped from his forehead and moistened his dry lips. The fatalist seemed to be watching him all the time, his pupils really seemed to be covered with a layer of snowy white. Although these eyes contained a smile, they were impersonal and weirdly creepy.

The Fate's white hair was draped smoothly behind him, and there were two strands hanging in front of him. His face was really beautiful, and the heat was filled, almost like an immortal.

"Would you like to hear a story?"

He asked gently.

Jiang Luo's dull brain turned and nodded.

"Many years ago, I did a divination for the metaphysical world." The fatalist did not rush, as if telling a short story that had nothing to do with him. "The result of that divination told me that the metaphysical society began to move from prosperity to prosperity. Decay, and there will even be a catastrophe of extinction."

"The entire metaphysical world will be destroyed in the hands of one person."

He couldn't help but smile, "Does it sound a bit unbelievable?"

"But it's a fact," the fatalist's expression faded. "For the future of metaphysics, countless people have made a lot of efforts. However, some disasters are unavoidable with hard work."

The Fate Man suddenly stretched out his hand and gently brushed Jiang Luo's face.

As if being touched by snowflakes, the earrings in the long earrings in the clothes shook lightly, and Jiang Luo's brain was half clear in an instant.

He secretly increased his vigilance.

The fatalist looked at him tenderly and said in a low voice, "In the whole world, only you can end this catastrophe."

"I can't, your master can't, and other people can't," he sighed as if, and gently wiped the drops of water from Jiang Luo's lips. "Only you can, and only you can kill him."

His words are like bewitching, like hypnosis, "For the metaphysical world, for your master and friends, you must end the disaster, okay?"