Countless bright green silk threads swirled out and slowly gathered into the sword marks on Balian's heart.
The spiritual power of merit is as pure and gentle as water, flowing into the dry and dead meridians in the body, like a gurgling stream, permeating the body with moisture.
Although the power of merit that this wishing bead can hold is extremely limited.
But Balian could clearly detect that the spiritual power purified by this bead was transformed into the power of merit, and there was an unusual power and aura lingering in the body.
Let the blood river in the abyss be peaceful and calm, without any ripples.
The second time he practiced through this bead, Balian Daju felt incredible.
Who could have imagined that the power of the Demonic River, which scares the world, could be temporarily suppressed by a small wishing bead.
During the practice, Balian stopped thinking too much, slowly closed his eyes, and began to practice seriously.
Tears fell all over the stage and condensed into frost.
A bean light released the last dim light, and disappeared silently.
The room was dimmed and plunged into darkness.
Only a ray of moonlight fell from the unpressurized window, shining scatteredly on his white clothes.
Afutu took a light nap, and when he woke up again, his drooping ears were already standing up, and his faint eyes fell on Bailian without emotion.
Between the shadows, a pair of red eyes suddenly appeared, as dangerous and strange as a demon in the night.
Suddenly, the wind started blowing on the ancient road in the mountain city.
The wooden windows swayed and were blown wide open by the strong wind.
The moonlight pours down, illuminating the white clothes.
Balian's brows moved slightly, and he suddenly smelled a familiar and distant cold fragrance, faintly following the mountain breeze, filling his sleeves.
For some reason, he was able to capture other scents besides blood.
There was no time to tell when he remembered this familiar cold fragrance. His consciousness seemed to be torn to pieces by a gentle hand.
The vision in front of me began to become blurry, and an irresistible feeling of lethargy swept over me...
The green wishing beads fell to the ground with a crisp sound.
Bailian's body tilted and fell to the ground. It was difficult to open his eyelids and his consciousness was far away from his body.
He fell into a deep sleep under this night.
In the whole room, Afutu was the only one who was still clear.
In the shadow of its feet, the light in its scarlet eyes narrowed by three points, and its erect ears did not droop, adding a bit of a biting and dangerous aura to its small appearance.
Afutu lowered his head and glanced at the messy radish in his paws. There was a hint of ridicule in his red eyes, and he suddenly threw the radish out the window.
Snow sleeves dance lightly.
A plain hand grasped the tooth-marked radish.
The world outside the window was filled with snow and mist. Amidst the flying snow, a slender white figure stood at the corner of the eaves and windows. Her dark eyes stared at Afutu with a very pale expression.
Afutu also looked at her quietly, with a fierce look in his scarlet eyes, which was a sign of extreme hunger.
When Su Jing turned the radish in his hand, a circle of silver-white sword fire was drawn, and there was some kind of ancient fire seal rune hidden in the sword fire.
As if she was facing a formidable enemy, Afutu crouched down and roared lowly, but the threatening sound of his roar had no sense of deterrence in front of her.
The sword fire was like a whip, striking Afutu's body sharply.
Bloodstains are exposed! Bones are visible!
Afutu seemed to be in great pain and fear, so he carefully hid the fierce light in his eyes bit by bit, not daring to show it any more.
Its small body was lying on the ground, looking at the woman outside the window coldly and ruthlessly, with deep reluctance in its eyes.
Su Jing stepped across the window and strolled into the room, her eyes clear and shallow, but she no longer glanced at the Afutu on the ground.
His cold eyes fell on the bed, looking at the little figure with an indistinguishable expression.
Afutu's eyes flickered, and he realized that this woman's hands were not empty. She was also carrying a baggage in her right hand, and she didn't know what it contained.
At this time, it heard her say: "I gave you freedom and established a contract, not to let you show your ridiculous claws at this time."
Su Jing glanced at the rabbit lightly: "Now that you have left the Valley of Chaos, you have to follow my rules. What's the point of being unwilling to do so."
Her voice was faint, but the fur all over Afutu's body exploded. The bloody wounds he had just received were healing quickly, and he let out a series of low growls, as if he was accusing him.
She understood what Afutu meant, sneered, said nothing more, and stretched out an arm towards Afutu.
Afutu glanced at her quietly, his red eyes low and greedy, the eyes unique to dark creatures.
After seemingly confirming the other party's intention, Afutu no longer hesitated. The black shadow under his body moved like a demon and quickly left the ground without even glancing at the arm that Su Jing held out towards it.
With a greedy nature, a huge black shadow stood in front of Su Jing, biting her shoulder fiercely, greedily sucking the sweet blood from her body.
A sharp pain like tearing came from his shoulder, but Su Jing showed no other expression except a slight frown. His expression was indifferent and he let the black shadow bite him.
Afutu, who was connected to the black shadow at the other end, made a strange and pleasant squeaking sound from his mouth, as if his stomach was full and satisfied.
After a while, Su Jing's face became paler. She did not say anything to stop him, but just glanced at Afutu quietly.
The squeaking sound suddenly stopped, and the black shadow retreated back into Afutu's small body.
As for Su Jing, half of his shoulder was already covered in flesh and blood, and his bones were clearly visible.
Most of his clothes were dyed red, and he looked sad and beautiful.
She glanced at the little girl on the couch. Ji San'er was mumbling incomprehensible words in her sleep, holding a wooden carved rabbit, rubbing her eyes. She opened her eyes in a daze, as if she was thirsty and wanted to get up to find some water.
But under the clear moonlight, he saw a white dress half-stained with red stains, stained with bright red blood, which made the woman's beautiful face look even paler.
Her black hair was flying and her eyes were deserted, like a sad and beautiful ghost in the middle of the night.
The little girl who had just suffered a series of ghost disasters could not bear this exciting scene. She couldn't even scream. She rolled her eyes and fainted.
Su Jing also didn't expect that this little guy was sleeping so lightly. She was a little speechless. She walked over and put a finger on her wrist, sending a stream of spiritual power to her.
Seeing that her expression improved after being frightened, he patted her awake.
As soon as Ji Saner woke up, she saw an expressionless jade face staring at her and said very seriously: "I am not a ghost."
The spiritual power entered the body, allowing the little girl's thoughts to stabilize a bit.
She took a few deep breaths, her body trembled slightly, and she glanced timidly.
It seemed that he felt the temperature of the fingers on his wrist, confirming that she was indeed a human being and not a ghost, so he did not faint from fright again.
She glanced at Bai Lian who was sleeping on the ground, swallowed her saliva, and whispered: "Sister, you are injured, there is blood on your shoulder..."
Su Jing hummed lightly, ignoring her injuries. She took out a small gadget from her baggage. It was a ceramic ball with beautiful oil paint. It made a rustling sound when it shook. If you like Long Night Walk, please collect it.
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