Immortal Lord, you are so clean.

Lin Shu couldn't determine whether this was a praise or a criticism for a moment. The only thing that could be confirmed was that Xiao Shao's eyes were not normal.

It is a very paranoid and fascinating look, which clearly means clean, but the meaning conveyed by the eyes is that I want to dirty you.

He was pressed and could not move. He was a little exhausted and took a few breaths.

Xiao Shao pulled out his fingers and bent down to kiss him.

Lin Shu was firmly locked up by him and could not move. In addition, he was kissed so deeply that he could not breathe, and his whole body was soft.

Xiao Shao's fingers were cold, and his lips and teeth were also cold, just like the late autumn with heavy dew.

Lin Shu's body temperature is not very high on weekdays. It is often Xiao Shao holding his hand and it is a little warm.

Now this man walked back and forth from the sea of ​​blood, but he turned to him to warm Xiao Shao.

While surrounding Xiao Shao, he kept himself close to him, he paused the operation of Jiange's mental method and tried his best to raise his body temperature.

When Xiao Shao's body temperature finally turned a little normal, his hair and clothes were almost dissipated.

But Xiao Shao did not stop and still pressed Lin Shu on the bed, grinding his earlobe.

"Xiao Shao..."

Lin Shu tried to talk to him, but his voice became particularly soft and hoarse due to the loss of strength just now.

Xiao Shao was very sober, and Lin Shu could feel it.

But Lin Shu didn't know why he became like this.

He struggled a few times, but couldn't get it away. After absorbing the resentful heart, Xiao Shao's cultivation level reached a terrifying level. Facing Xiao Shao like this, Lin Shu felt like a small animal being controlled and played with.

He could only shout "Xiao Shao".

Xiao Shao finally replied: "I'm here."

"Xiao Shao..." Lin Shu was a little scared for some reason, and his voice trembled slightly: "What's wrong with you?"

For some reason, Xiao Shao now has a little more aura than just now.

——Although it is only a little bit.

He looked at Xiao Shao, and Xiao Shao's eyes reflected himself.

The expression in this man's eyes was slightly confused: "I..."

Lin Shu touched his face behind him: "What's wrong with you?"

Xiao Shao held his wrist and slowly brought his hand down.

Finally pressed on his left chest.

Lin Shu was stunned.

It is clearly the position of the heart, but there is no heartbeat.

He counted seconds, but after a while, a slight vibration came from his palm.

Then there was a long silence. After the silence, there was another heartbeat.

Xiao Shao said: "They are still crying."

Lin Shu remembered the roar and howling he heard in the sea of ​​blood.

The sound came from the boundless sea of ​​blood, sharp, painful, heart-wrenching, and layered.

Xiao Shao brought all the resentment in the sea of ​​blood and the swelling of the sea of ​​blood into his body. The crying sounds disappeared from the world, but began to shout day and night in Xiao Shao's three souls and seven souls.

Lin Shu saw Xiao Shao curling the corners of his lips.

His smile seemed to be stained with blood, as if it came from the boundless underworld.

Not like a human, like a thousand-year-old demon.

"I can't see outside clearly." Xiao Shao said.

Lin Shu: "…Hmm?"

Xiao Shao let go of his wrist and slid his fingertips on the side of his neck: "I can only see the world as bloody sea, no boat to cross, and all living beings are ragged and resentful ghosts... crying day and night."

He turned his head and looked around the room: "So too."

Lin Shu tried to understand the meaning in Xiao Shao's words.

Then Xiao Shao continued slowly, "Everyone is calling me."

Lin Shu: "How to call you?"

Xiao Shao pressed his throat with his right hand: "They have hundreds of millions of people, both crying and laughing, rising and falling in the sea of ​​blood, invited me to return, and called me to be devilish. He said that the world is dirty and should not be kept for a long time."

Lin Shu tried to imagine the scene in Xiao Shao's eyes.

He followed Xiao Shao's words and thought of a vast sea of ​​blood. The blood mist was churning in the sea of ​​blood, and the bloody smell was hideous and terrifying.

Buddhism says that the sea of ​​suffering is boundless, and this sea of ​​blood is the entire world of suffering, and it is the sea of ​​suffering for sentient beings to float and sink.

The resentment of sentient beings and the hatred of sentient beings have long turned into ghosts in the underworld, hating the dynasty, and hating the entire world.

What do they want?

I want Xiao Shao to assimilate with them, and I want him to hate the world and kill the world.

So these hundreds of millions of ragged resentful ghosts laughed and cried together, trying to make Xiao Shao become a demon and abandon the world.

What will happen?

Xiao Shao is no longer a person who suppresses resentment, but becomes the leader of these ghosts and ghosts, or he completely loses his mind and cannot confine his resentment. Resentment is heavy and becomes more resentful, and the troubled times begin.

Xiao Shao's hand on his neck slowly tightened.

Lin Shuyou suffocated slightly.

He looked into Xiao Shao's eyes.

A pair of eyes that are dark, dull and indifferent.

But his actions were a little obsessed with them.

Lin Shu realized that he could not share the burden with Xiao Shao, nor did he know how to comfort him.

He opened his mouth and finally said one sentence: "...I'm here."

"I know." Xiao Shao leaned over.

The feeling of oppression and suffocation made Lin Shu slightly dizzy.

He pushed Xiao Shao.

It was obviously a move to push out, but because of his unstable position and weak arms, he could not push a slightest bit, and it seemed like he wanted to greet but refused.

"The world is like a sea of ​​blood..." He heard Xiao Shao's hoarse voice: "Only the Immortal Lord is clean."

Lin Shu: "Is that true?"

"Yes." Xiao Shao whispered: "Because the immortal king has too shallow feelings for all things, he has no hatred or resentment. Even if the world is a dirty sea of ​​suffering, the immortal king is still pure, like a peach blossom."

Lin Shu was already breathless and had a layer of fog in front of her eyes.

He said: "I don't know..."

In a trance, all the heaven and earth turned into nothingness. He could only hear Xiao Shao's voice: "I am entangled by resentment and suffering from the seven emotions. I still need to...the immortal king enlighten me."

Lin Shu: "How to enlighten me?"

"Send me." Xiao Shao's voice was hoarse and confusing.

"The Immortal Lord...Send me."

Lin Shu took a breath with difficulty, his voice so weak that it seemed to be no longer his own: "I...send you..."

His neck was slowly released.

What happened later was too chaotic and he didn't know how to describe it.

Because even his memory has several blanks.

I only remember that I seemed to have died many times and cried many times, and there was a blurred white light in front of me.

My voice was completely hoarse and I couldn't make any sound. Perhaps it was because I cried too much and was dehydrated, and I lost all my strength.

Xiao Shao hugged him and fed him water.

The snow-white jade bottle, filled with the immortal dew from Wulian Mountain, finally restored his slight awakening.

Xiao Shao held his hand and refused to drink it by himself. He had to be fed. Lin Shu could only suck the thin edge of the cup. Halfway through drinking, Yu Guang saw Xiao Shao gradually changing his expression, as if he wanted him to eat something else.

He also didn't remember how long it had passed.

Later, it seemed that some fixed reaction had already formed. When you smell the cold fragrance on Xiao Shao's body at the end of your nose, you would become weak all over. Once Xiao Shao's fingers touched his skin, he would tremble slightly uncontrollably.

I can't remember when Xiao Shao let him go.

Maybe not let it go at all.

He should have lost consciousness at one point in time and then woke up in a drowsy manner at another point in time.

After all, the body in the Tribulation Period is different from that of mortals. Even if the bone-fearing wound is injured, it can heal itself within two days.

However, when Lin Shu woke up, there were still faint traces on her body.

**I don't feel anything strange, but I feel lingering laziness on my soul.
To be continued...