Chapter 38 Chapter 38 Tired?
The bed made a slight muffled sound, and her back sank into the soft fabric. She just turned over and crawled twice, and before she could even cast a spell, she was caught.
“…You really listen to others.”
The man behind him said solemnly.
Su Cheng turned around, "That's——"
She suddenly stopped talking.
Those steel-blue eyes were gleaming with coldness, staring straight at her.
"What?"
The blood mage tore open the collar of his robe with one hand, and the expensive embroidered fabric fell loosely, revealing his shoulders and arms tightly wrapped in the shirt, with sleek lines.
Black and silver threads meandered and crisscrossed on the crimson robe, glowing faintly under the scorching sun outside the window, like some kind of rune sealing a wild beast.
And now they are all broken.
Camus threw his clothes aside, stretched out his hand, and grabbed the girl's ankle as she tried to retract it.
The mage's palms were broad, with distinct bones and knuckles with clear and beautiful contours. Although he had been holding pens and fiddling with potion materials for years, there were not many marks between his fingers.
His five fingers circled around, easily grasping the entire ankle, and his thumb vigorously rubbed the pale blue veins on the heel.
Then he lifted it up.
As soon as Su Cheng moved his other leg, he was pinned down by his knee.
The blond man looked down at her condescendingly, one hand supporting the side of her face, looking into those clear amber eyes, which seemed to have a little tear in the corner.
The black curls spread out on the bed like a dark cloud.
The thick, black eyelashes were curled and wet with water, like the scaly wings of a swallowtail butterfly vibrating in the rain.
A beautiful, hateful face.
Although there was no connection between the two, it was not the first time he had seen a beautiful face.
But since the first time we met——
He suppressed the emotions churning in his chest and tried his best to appear as if he didn't care that much about it.
"You like this kind of joke?"
The Blood Mage spoke calmly, suddenly leaning closer.
Su Cheng: “!”
Where their skin touched, the violent, scorching magic power, like burning blood, poured into their flesh and blood without warning.
The circuit that had been opened up by magic power was now filled again with a flaming tide.
She arched her back and hit her forehead against the man's chest. She gripped the hard forearm tightly with her hands, tearing the silk sleeves.
The magic power the other party input was more fiery and brutal than last time, carrying with it a vengeful anger, like red-hot chains tightening around one's internal organs.
It also feels like countless fine needles piercing the pelvic cavity.
"Aren't you curious about the blood mage's magic—"
The blond man whispered, squeezing her hips and pushing down, pinning her firmly in place and controlling the input of magic.
“You can feel it seriously.”
The fiery magic power surged in his body, rushing through his spine and limbs like a tide.
Su Cheng took a few deep breaths and felt his whole body soften from the burning pain. The pain soon turned into comfort.
Perhaps it's a feeling of overflowing power that only a mage can experience.
The surging magic power continued to wash over and travel through the blood vessels, as if it had given birth to countless tiny tentacles that coiled and grew in the body.
They sucked on every sensitive tip and built nests deep in her abdominal cavity. Her consciousness began to blur, and colorful sparks exploded before her eyes.
"Fuck—"
Su Cheng opened his eyes wide in disbelief. He wanted to speak but couldn't, only breathing in broken and intermittent gasps.
Even though theoretically, that magic power did not belong to her, after it was merged into her body, if she could master the key points, she could actually use it.
So this gives people a sense of omnipotence.
Even if it was only short-lived.
For a moment, the special magic power belonging to the blood mage even gave her a unique vision and perception -
She looked down at her hands.
Under the thin white skin, the blood vessels are like crisscrossing underground rivers, and the blood is like a surging undercurrent.
She could feel the power of every heartbeat, as blood was pumped out of the heart, rushing along the main arteries, and then seeping into every corner of the body along the capillary tributaries.
This process was perceived extremely clearly at this moment.
In the corners of the room, in the gaps behind the low cabinets, on the dusty beams—
There is also flowing blood, like tiny tides rising and falling in the insect's body, and being delivered to various organs as they move.
And the people walking or drinking downstairs and on the streets outside.
The blood in their bodies rushes to the heart or along the arteries to the brain.
It was like an image that imprinted itself on my mind, the whole world sewn together by thousands of scarlet threads.
Su Cheng sat on the bed in shock, looking up at the ceiling in a daze.
His hot, strong fingers supported her chin and wiped the water from the corner of her lips. "...How is it?"
Su Cheng came back to his senses and turned to look at him.
The blond man leaned against the pillow, the front of his shirt ripped into a mess by himself, and the expensive silver buttons flew into the tangled sheets.
Then a piece of snow-white and smooth chest muscle with red scratches was revealed.
The marks were of varying depths, and some even oozed tiny drops of blood.
Su Cheng blinked, "...Hmm?"
Camus raised his eyebrows slightly, "How do you feel about asking?"
Su Cheng touched his forehead and felt that his consciousness was still a little vague, as if he was still in the clouds, because the magic power was no longer turbulent, but still remained in his body.
She reached out and placed her hand on the blond man's chest.
Su Cheng nodded, "Oh, you are warm now, now my curse is completely healed, thank you."
Camus: “…”
He grabbed the slender hand that was about to be withdrawn and pulled the person over with a little force.
He soon regretted it.
The girl stumbled and fell on his chest, her tall nose hitting her heart and her warm breath brushing against her skin.
Some of the feelings that had just subsided seemed to be coming back.
He quickly held her down, asked her to sit up, and said through gritted teeth: "I know, that's not what I meant."
"Ah?" Su Cheng rubbed his nose. "You asked me how I felt? I felt like you were petty and couldn't stand a joke."
Camus: "...I'm talking about magic."
Su Cheng: “…”
She tried to deeply experience the magic. The feeling of being completely filled up was still vibrating in her body, as if every inch of her nerves was soaked in boiling magma.
Countless tiny sparks are still wandering in the blood vessels, burning out a secret joy.
Su Cheng: "What can I do? Can I use them? Or should I wait for them to dissipate on their own?"
He glanced at her and said, "You can try using it."
She was not a blood mage and could not generate that kind of magic on her own. Once it was used up, it was gone.
Su Cheng became interested upon hearing this and couldn't help but ask curiously, "Elemental mages gain their magic power by absorbing elemental spirits through meditation and refining them... Anyway, that's the idea, isn't it? That's how they get it. So how do you mages get your magic power?"
She said as she changed her clothes.
Camus turned his head and looked out the window. "Elemental spirits aren't the only things that can be 'refined'."
Su Cheng suddenly realized, "Oh, I see. So you are a blood mage. Can your magic be extracted from the blood of other creatures?"
"You could say that."
The corners of his mouth moved, as if he wanted to give more explanation, but realized that would complicate things.
The blond man wanted to turn around, but he caught a glimpse of white in his peripheral vision and stopped.
"All living things contain primordial magic, but most people are unable to use it. The introductory skill of a blood mage is called Blood Marrow Magic Communication. Through the resonance of a specific magic array, it extracts the primordial magic from the blood of living things and reconstructs it into a heterogeneous energy circuit that can be used by the body. The carrier of magic in the blood is called scarlet substance, which exists in an unstable free state within living creatures..."
Su Cheng swore that he had listened carefully to what he said.
But she understood the first half, but the second half became a mess, and many of the words were completely unfamiliar.
Su Cheng sighed, "I understand a little bit, I'll give it a try."
She tried to feel the magic, not see it as a stabbing knife.
—Assuming they were part of herself, the burning veins, the coursing blood, the power she could control.
Su Cheng buttoned up a few buttons casually, "...just teach me some blood magic?"
The man next to him wiped the sweat from his forehead, thought for a moment, and uttered a few strange and obscure words.
Su Cheng repeated it softly.
Camus shook his head slightly and corrected one of the pronunciations.
These syllables were very difficult to pronounce, and there were strange changes in rising and falling tones. She tried to learn them several times but couldn't get them right.
But judging from the expression of the blood mage in front of him, this was obviously not an unexpected situation.
There was no impatience on his face. He repeated it several times, then reached out and pressed her lower lip, pressing his fingertips on the soft tip of her tongue.
"…Keep it like this," the blond man murmured, "and try flicking your tongue again."
Su Cheng did as he was told.
He nodded slightly.
Su Cheng also cut his finger.
Magic resonance erupts.
A dark red halo emerged from the wound on the fingertip, and a series of tiny blood beads splashed into the air, as if attracted and frozen by some force.
Then they began to leap in a regular pattern, weaving in and out of each other, and finally weaving into a blood-red short blade.
That was a knife made of blood.
Although it is made of liquid, it has a sharp curve and a cold dark light, which gives it a threatening sense of sharpness.
“…Is this a success?”
Su Cheng said uncertainly.
This is really weird.
She actually cast a spell whose effects she didn't even know.
"Um."
Camus moved closer, resting one hand on her side, his chin on the back of her head, his heavy breathing falling between her hair.
He held hers with his other hand, and through the touching skin, he guided the violent, churning magic in her body.
The blood blade in the air grew larger and larger, with dozens of blood lines spreading around it, like an intricate spider web.
Su Cheng suddenly felt as if her strength was being drained away - even though the magic power had not originally belonged to her and would not harm her now.
But this change still made her a little uncomfortable.
The man next to her put his arm around her waist and held her in his arms. "Continue to feel it, use your mental power—"
Su Cheng nodded slowly.
This is completely different from controlling elemental elves.
I can’t say which one is more fun or easier, they’re both quite interesting, but this one feels fresher.
Waves of magic surged between the crossed arms, and each wash was like the most lingering caress.
In the trembling skin, disordered heartbeats, and intertwined breaths, countless tangled red lines are intertwined.
Unconsciously, the magic power in the body began to be consumed.
The red lines in the air scattered and shattered, turning into countless bloody spots of light.
Su Cheng leaned back tiredly, trying to throw himself on the bed.
She thought Camus would duck aside, but the blood mage didn't move, letting her bump into his arm.
Then she lay in the man's arms.
"……very tired?"
He said this uncertainly, reaching out to hold up her eyelids and observe her pupils.
"No!"
Su Cheng pushed his hand away and rubbed his temples.
"It's just a brief fatigue, like that feeling you get after running 800 meters without any magic, feeling like you're going to die for a moment, but you can actually recover after sitting down for a while, you know?"
Camus: “…”
Camus: "Why do you feel tired after running 800 meters? Are you going to die? Do you have other illnesses? Why didn't you tell me before?"
Su Cheng: “?”
Su Cheng: "Aren't you a mage? You won't get tired if you run 800 meters without using magic?"
She suddenly thought about her own experience and realized that this guy really didn't seem to get tired.
If it weren't for the consumption of magic power, he might not even sweat.
"Forget it," Su Cheng poked his chest muscle with his hand, "You don't count, you are a fake mage——"
The blond man looked at her hands and then stared at her.
Su Cheng: “…”
Su Cheng blinked, "Sorry, how about you poke it back?"
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