This Damned Thirst for Survival

Jiang Luo took a small step and walked slowly to the front of the Fate. He clutched his abdomen, his face turned pale by the cold wind, and he looked weak and severely injured, "Fate, Wei He Dao long. "

The night covered many things. Others could not see Jiang Luo's multiple injuries, but they could see the blood on his body and face. More importantly, Chi You on the opposite side broke an arm. So Jiang suffered multiple injuries?

This is a good thing to come back! Daoist Weihe was taken aback, "Quick, quickly, Tianshi Ji Yaozi, quickly help him back, I'll show him!"

"The Daoist chief does not need to worry," Jiang Luo smiled weakly, his voice weak, "These injuries are not life-threatening, they are just skin injuries. Just use ginseng essence."

The owner of the funeral shop was taken aback and felt relieved, "I almost forgot that there is a living ginseng doll in your place, Master Dao, that doll is five hundred years old, and Jiang Luo will not need you after eating it."

"Five-hundred-year-old ginseng essence? That's absolutely fine!" Dao Chang Weihe heaved a sigh of relief, "Let's not delay, go back, the opposite hundred ghosts are also gone, let Jiang Luo go back and get a cure. "

Jiang Luo looked at the destiny again, sighed softly, and said in a daze: "The destiny, I can't beat him."

"You have done very well," the fatalist looked at him intently, with a faint smile on his mouth, "no one can do better than you."

After comforting Jiang Qiang, he looked back at Chi You who was surrounded by hundreds of ghosts in the distance. The image of the evil spirit is embarrassed, and he is setting his broken arm. Although the evil spirit does not seem to have been fundamentally hurt, the eyes of the fatalist still flicker, "You have made him break an arm. This is so horrible. Surprised."

Jiang Luo is still growing, but he can reach this height. He can turn Chi You into this shape within half an hour. If Jiang Luo grows faster and becomes stronger, killing Chi You will be no problem. .

What no one can do, he can do it. The emotions in the eyes of the Fate Man disappeared in the blink of an eye. He raised his hand and gently wiped away a drop of blood from the side of Jiang Luo's face. His voice was gentle as water, soft as if it contained snow, "You did a great job today. Okay, go back and rest."

The group walked back slowly, and the elders walked out of the slowest pace one by one in order to accommodate Jiang Luo's speed.

After entering the yard, Chief Weihe made sure that Jiang Luo didn't need him, and left first. Feng Li and Ji Yaozi supported Jiang Luo from left to right, and helped him back to the room.

In the room, Ginseng Jing was lying on the bed and playing with his feet. When he looked up and saw them, he exclaimed: "Dad, you're back!"

"Is this the ginseng essence?" Ji Yaozi looked at the ginseng essence curiously.

Ginseng Jing was a little frightened when he saw strangers, it shrank into the quilt, shivering under the thick quilt.

Ji Yaozi said: "Oh, I went into hiding. I can see that Jiang Luo is seriously injured? It's quite clever."

Seriously injured?

Ginseng doll poked a head out of the bed and looked at Jiang Luo cautiously, her eyes confused.

Why didn't it tell that Jiang Luo was injured?

Except for some ischemia, everything is in good health.

Just as it wanted to say this sentence, Jiang Luo quickly took it out of the bed. The ginseng doll felt that the sky was spinning around for a while, and before it had time to speak, she was quickly pinched off a piece of ginseng beard.

Ginseng doll suddenly forgot what she wanted to say, "wow wow" burst into tears.

Jiang Luo put the ginseng beard into his mouth, his face was visibly rosy, and even started to sweat because of over-supplement.

After knowingly, Jiang Lu found that he had made up too much.

He endured the heat, did not forget to catch the tears of the ginseng doll with his apron, and did not waste a drop of ginseng essence.

Seeing his face now, you don't need to ask Ji Yaozi to know that he is healed. It's too late now, Ji Yaozi yawned, "Since you are all right, I will go back to bed and see you tomorrow."

Jiang Luo politely thanked him, "I'm sorry you are worried."

Ji Yaozi waved lazily and walked out the door slowly. After his figure disappeared, Jiang Luo's gaze shifted to Feng Li's body. Why didn't this one leave?

Instead of leaving, Feng Li went to the table and sat down with his back straight, half of his handsome face sank in the shadows, "Come here."

Jiang Luo walked over suspiciously.

The light bulb in the room is an old model more than 20 years ago, covered with a layer of yellow wax-like dirt, and the light is dim. It looks like you are looking at an old moving photo.

Feng Li still smelled of alcohol.

"Sir," Jiang Luo said, "Aren't you going back to rest?"

Feng Li raised his head, and the shadow returned to the bridge of his nose, making the lower half of his face reflected in the dim light as cold as marble. "Put it on the bed."

The ginseng doll he was looking at became stiff, and his tears were instantly held back, sobbing and pretending to be dead ginseng.

Jiang Luo obediently put the ginseng doll back, and walked in front of Feng Li again. Feng Li said coldly: "You did something wrong today, you know?"

Jiang Luo smiled stiffly for a moment, lowered his head and said, "The disciple doesn't understand."

Feng Li looked around slowly, took the dead branches in the vase on the table, his tone was unpredictable, "A hundred ghosts are welcoming you tonight, you should not take the initiative to go there, let alone express your feelings to the destiny. ask."

"Your master is me, not a destiny," Feng Li said with deep eyes, "you should listen to me, not his."

This is a bit interesting.

Jiang Luo thought.

Feng Li said, "Stretch out your hand."

He was holding a branch, clearly intending to hit Jiang Luo's palm. Jiang Luo's unhappiness was about to break through the limit, he whispered: "Sir, I..."

"Hurry up." Feng Li said.

He held the branch of his hand and had already assumed a gesture of punishing Jiang Luo's palm. Feng Li didn't say anything extra, but his meaning was already clear. If Jiang Luo was not obedient, he would take more serious measures.

Jiang Luo was silent for a moment, before reaching out his hand.

"Every time your brothers make a mistake, I will get hit ten times. I will only punish you five times when you think you made a mistake for the first time." Feng Li was merciless, and a branch was drawn into Jiang Luo's palm. He used a lot of strength, and his palm quickly became red. Jiang Luo looked at this red mark. He didn't think this pain was nothing, but it didn't prevent him from pretending that his palm was curled up, and he was forced to endure another moment. To open.

Jiang Luo's heart calmed down instead.

He pondered over Feng Li's two sentences just now, and he could see from them that the Fate Man and Feng Li absolutely had a disharmonious relationship. Feng Li didn't like the Fate Man very much. Could that inspire the conflict between them and let them bite the dog?

One, two, three times, Feng Li knocked three times in his palm.

Jiang Luo remembered this account clearly, and after three blows, his palm was completely blind.

Feng Li frowned, stopped, and said again: "Roll up your sleeves."

Jiang Luo hesitated and didn't move.

There are traces of evil spirits on the body covered by clothes, as long as they are exposed, they will definitely be discovered by Feng Li.

He became irritable in his heart.

——Why is Feng Li so annoying.

Feng Li didn't see him moving, thinking he was afraid. He rolled up Jiang Luo's sleeves, two or three layers of winter clothes, Feng Li patiently rolled the warm clothes to the down jacket to his elbows, and after Jiang Luo's forearms were fully exposed, he picked up the branches again.

Jiang Luo looked down, and surprisingly, the marks on his arm had disappeared. No, strictly speaking, it is not disappearing. If you look closely, you can still see the imprints that are as light as an illusion. This should be the effect of ginseng essence. A ginseng must be under the belly, and coupled with the yellow light, Feng Li did not find the traces hidden under the skin that were about to disappear.

It's just that Jiang Luo is getting hotter and hotter, and his back is so hot that the innermost layer of clothes is wet, making it sticky and uncomfortable. Jiang Luo secretly reminded himself that he shouldn't eat more ginseng in the future.

The last two draws fell heavily on Jiang Luo's forearm.

Two traces of redness and swelling appeared on the cold white forearm to the naked eye. The two swellings were separated by a palm distance. The redness moved a piece of skin around it, as if the entire forearm was also red and swollen.

Seeing this effect, Feng Li wrung his brows without a trace, and looked up at the little disciple's expression.

Jiang Luo seemed to have a terrible pain, his forehead was covered with fine beads of sweat. His lips pressed tightly, and his lips and eyes were red again.

The arms were red, and the two slightly swollen traces seemed to have a sadistic beauty, and the palms were even more pitiful, swollen a circle more than the other hand.

The corners of Feng Li's lips slowly straightened.

In fact, there are no rules to punish former disciples. Those disciples never dared to make mistakes in front of Feng Li, and they were just locked in the confinement room by Feng Li if they did not do well.

But he used this lie to punish Jiang Luo five times and leave these five marks.

Perceiving his gaze, Jiang Luo raised his eyes and looked at him wearily, "Mr..."

The wind roared outside the window, and the sky was dim and dark. The smell of wine on Feng Li's body was diffuse, thick and mellow, and the air was also stained with a bit of drowsiness.

The light bulb in the room was shaking, and the unidentified light was fascinating, and the dim light was covered with a layer of gray.

Looking at people under such lights, ugly people have to see a bit of tenderness and affection, becoming lingering and lingering.

Jiang Luo's glance was neither salty nor indifferent, and he also added a bit of obscure and distorted morality under the light of this inexplicable photo album.

Feng Li looked at him, his eyes suddenly darkened, he stood up quickly and threw down the dry branches, and left Jiang Luo's room with a sentence of "don't take it as an example."

Jiang Luo was baffled at this glance. He watched the door close behind Feng Li, frowning, "What is this disease?"

It's weird.

After pondering for a while, Jiang Luo stepped forward and plugged in the door lock and closed the window tightly, making sure that even a bit of cold wind could not enter the room. He threw a talisman to light the match pile in the iron basin, and stood by the bed **** and going to bed.

The bed was cold, but fortunately the bedding was thick and soft, and it quickly became hot. But Jiang Luo was already very hot, and this time it was even more hot to open the quilt and fan him with his bare hands. In the end, he couldn't bear it. He got out of bed and poured half a kettle of water and wiped himself with a towel.

Ginseng Jing stood pitifully next to the bed, squeezing tears from his belly into his big red flowered ocean basin, and said happily: "Dad, I just didn't see who pinched my beard, can you tell Who am I doing this?"

Jiang Luo flickered it and said, "Feng Tianshi did it. I saw it with both eyes."

"Sure enough, it's him," Ginseng sniffed and raised his chubby belly. "Dad, I asked you to help me tell the heavenly master to replace beards with tears. Have you told him?"

Jiang Luo, who had completely forgotten about it, said solemnly: "I have said it, but the heavenly master does not believe it."

Ginseng Jing stopped crying, he was wronged and angry, and accused: "Why is he like this!"

Jiang Luo scolded Feng Li with Ginseng Wawa alone, and then he continued to curse for ten minutes before stopping. After Jiang Luo wiped his body with water containing ginseng essence and tears, the only bruise marks left quickly disappeared. Not only the bruises, but also the large and small wounds left after the previous injury were gone. Jiang Luo felt like a peeled egg, several times cleaner than after taking a bath.

Jiang Luo looked at his abdomen regrettably, "You can grow tears, can't you let me have two more abdominal muscles?"

Ginseng doll rolled her eyes, "Then, dad, you still dream faster."

Jiang Luo climbed back into the bed cleanly, this time it was not too hot and uncomfortably. But it was getting late, but he always couldn't sleep over and over again. The ginseng dolls were all asleep with nasal blisters, and Jiang Luo was still opening his eyes and staring at the ceiling.

Because of overfilling his head, he started to lose sleep again.

Jiang Luo simply thought about what happened tonight, thinking about it, and then thinking of Feng Li's eyes looking at him strangely.

This look always makes him feel very wrong.

He thought for a long time, and was about to fall asleep after thinking about it, and suddenly he had a sudden thought, and suddenly realized.

The way Feng Li looked at him was not the way a master looked at his disciple.

It was the way a man looked at another man's eyes.