Yechuan let out a low howl of grievance, and his body flashed with white light. The giant beast suddenly turned into the size of a palm. Its big black eyes rolled around, and it stretched out its pink tongue to lick the wound, shaking with pain.
Lu Ming sighed softly, gathered his spiritual energy in his palm, and stretched it towards the wound. A soft purple light sprinkled on Xiao Yechuan's body. After a while, the blood from the wound stopped and the wound gradually healed. However, his body was still very weak after receiving the fatal blow just now, so he had to lie on the ground motionless.
Lu Ming reached out and picked up Xiao Yechuan and placed him on the stone table. He took out a small bottle from his Qiankun bag and said concisely: "Venom."
Yechuan grunted unhappily, opened his small mouth and swallowed, then transparent liquid dripped from his mouth into the bottle. After a short while, the bottle was full.
Lu Ming looked at the transparent liquid on the table with disdain, carried Yechuan to a stone bench nearby, took out a few plants of purple grass from his bag and threw them over, then pushed the small bottle away, his expression looking a little disgusted.
Yechuan was so angry that he scratched the stone bench with his claws. Its venom was priceless! Especially venom of such high purity, there would not be much to be found in the entire continent! It was a great shame to be despised by this hateful human being.
Lu Ming ignored the resentful gaze on the side, looked at the materials on the table, and started to make them.
The magic weapon made this time is called "Red Refining", which is a poison weapon famous throughout the continent. The poison is taken from the venom of Yechuan. When the venom is integrated into the magic weapon during the refining process, the Red Refining will be successful. However, mastering the temperature and the proportion of materials requires very precise control. One point more or one point less will affect the final effect of the Red Refining, and the entire magic weapon will be destroyed.
Lu Ming calmed down and started to make it. Although he had heard of the Chilian magic weapon and read the production method recorded in the book, it was still difficult to succeed in making something that he had never made himself.
Lu Ming spent nearly two hours refining it and finally finished it. He looked up at Ye Chuan who was dozing off beside him. His little head was nodding, and he looked very cute.
After working for four hours, Lu Ming felt a little tired. He looked at the time and saw that two hours had passed. He still had six hours to go. Lu Ming began to worry. He was actually a very boring person. At this time, he didn't know what to do to kill time. He had to take out the soft couch from the space, lie down and sigh comfortably.
When people are idle, they like to think about random things. Lu Ming's brain was a little confused. Suddenly, he thought of Sang Wusheng next to him. He didn't know if he had finished his work or if his injuries had healed...
Lu Ming was thinking in a daze, his eyelids were getting heavier, and he fell asleep on the couch. Ye Chuan saw Lu Ming sleeping, his eyes rolled, and murderous intent suddenly appeared. He was about to transform and rush forward to bite the man who hurt him, but the space suddenly twisted, and before Ye Chuan could transform, he was rushed to the corner by another huge force.
The blow Yechuan suffered was almost worse than the first time. He vomited several mouthfuls of blood, collapsed to the ground, and howled loudly. His voice was weak and it was obvious that he had been hit hard.
"Looking for death!" An extremely cold voice suddenly sounded.
Yechuan's body trembled involuntarily. This familiar smell made him want to run away without caring about anything. This was clearly the unique smell of the Demon King. However, the current situation made him dare not move, and he could only lie on the ground and pretend to be dead.
Lu Ming was awakened by the noise just now. He slowly opened his eyes and looked forward. When he saw the scene in front of him clearly, he almost jumped up.
Lu Ming took a few deep breaths, and then he calmed down and asked calmly: "What are you doing here?"
Sang Wusheng immediately retracted his terrifying demonic aura, wiped his face with his hand, and the beautiful face that he deliberately disguised was revealed. He immediately put on an aggrieved look and said, "Brother, I suddenly felt a murderous aura next door, but your aura was so weak that it was almost nonexistent. I felt uneasy, so I came to check on you."
Lu Ming glanced at the animal on the ground who didn't know whether to live or die, and said calmly: "How can such a fool hurt me? I have already set up forbidden spells around me. If anyone dares to come forward rashly, he will be crushed to ashes immediately."
Yechuan almost fainted when he heard this, so should he be thankful that this man with the smell of the devil beat him half to death in one move, which was actually saving him in disguise? He should have realized that this man was not a good person at all.
Sang Wusheng knew that the "whom" his brother was referring to who came here rashly probably included himself. He felt both amused and angry. He moved his mind, and before Lu Ming could react, a demonic energy suddenly flew out from his fingertips and flew straight towards Lu Ming.
Lu Ming's eyes turned cold, he raised his hand to block the evil spirit, and sneered: "You dare to hurt me in front of me? You think you... you!"
Lu Ming's expression changed drastically, and his body suddenly felt numb. He secretly circulated his spiritual energy, but found that his body seemed to be tied up and he couldn't move. He barely had the strength to raise his hands. He gritted his teeth and said, "What do you mean by this?"
Sang Wusheng stretched out his hand and made a gesture, and the protective barrier covering Lu Ming was easily torn apart. He ran towards Lu Ming impatiently, stretched out his hand and gently touched Lu Ming's cheek, rubbing his fingers back and forth. The warm touch of his fingertips almost made Sang Wusheng lose consciousness. His expression was both infatuated and sad. He said: "Brother, I miss you so much, why don't you want to pay attention to me?"
Lu Ming was extremely ashamed and angry, but he could do nothing. Sang Wusheng was used to using these inferior moves to force him to the point where he could hardly resist. The current situation of being completely controlled made him extremely panicked. He was afraid that this beast would do something horrible to him again. He had to try hard to suppress the anger in his heart and said coldly: "What disgusting thing do you want to force me to do again?"
Sang Wusheng froze, his eyes filled with anger and sadness. He suppressed his surging emotions and pleaded in a low voice: "Brother, can't you forgive me? Even if everything in the past was my fault, wouldn't it be good for us to go back to the way we were before? You said you would take care of me for the rest of my life, why don't you want to take care of me anymore?"
Lu Ming clenched his fists and said angrily: "You murdered Fu Shu first, lied to me for more than ten years, and then did that to me... How can I forgive you? My brother has always been Jing Mo, and it will never be Sang Wusheng."
Sang Wusheng closed his eyes and opened them again, smiling bitterly and saying: "It seems that my brother will never forgive me. If that's the case, then I will no longer regard you as my brother."
Lu Ming's heart trembled violently, and he looked at the person in front of him expressionlessly.
Sang Wusheng's lips curled up into a smile, his lips gently pressed against the red mole at the corner of Lu Ming's eye, and he whispered: "I knew from a young age that this stage of knowing was the most difficult, but God made me meet my brother. I only think of you as the calamity that I cannot avoid in this life, even if I am torn to pieces, I have never been afraid. I don't want to just think of you as my brother, I only hope that you are the only one who will hold my hand and accompany me for the rest of my life."
When Lu Ming heard these words and looked at the strong feelings in Sang Wusheng's eyes, he felt a thousand emotions blocking his chest and his heart seemed to stop beating. He knew that Sang Wusheng had a bad fate with him, but what did it matter? There was no way they could close the gap between them, so how could they stay together for life?
Sang Wusheng saw Lu Ming's eyes wavering, and he seemed to be relaxed, so he continued to work hard, put on a self-deprecating expression and said: "I know that my brother blames me for murdering Fu Shu, but at that time, my heart was not strong, and I was often controlled by my inner demons. My brother has always been my inner demon. At that time, I was completely controlled by my inner demons and could not distinguish right from wrong. Once the idea of killing Fu Shu came up, I could no longer control it. If I didn't kill her, I was afraid that I might go astray. Brother, think about it carefully. For so many years, how could Shao Ji fight against so many powerful demons with his own strength? If I hadn't done it deliberately, how could Fu Shu and Shao Ji survive?"
Lu Ming's heart was shocked, his lips moved slightly, he wanted to say something but didn't say it in the end. His eyes were dim, his eyelashes trembled, he bit his lips with his teeth and said nothing.
Sang Wusheng continued, "Brother, you should know my identity. When I was young, I lived with my mother and wandered around. This face was too conspicuous, so I had to hide my true face. I didn't want to hide it from my brother, but my brother once told me about Sang Wusheng when I was in Jingmo, saying that he only wanted to avoid him in this life...Brother, how can I confess to you? Since my mother died of illness, I only have you. You reject the identity of Sang Wusheng so much, how dare I risk losing you and come out with you? Although my mother once told me that my father is not a demon, and I am not a descendant of the demon, I was born with a demon physique. I think my mother lied to me. Could it be that my brother has known that my true identity is actually a demon, so he dislikes me?"
Lu Ming was shocked and his eyes became vague. It turned out that Sang Wusheng didn't know that he was the son of Demon Lord Chen Mu. I'm afraid that his grandfather concealed the true identity of his son-in-law and spread the rumor that he was just an accomplice of the demon clan in order to protect Sang Wusheng from being hunted down by the cultivation world. Lu Ming was silent for a long time before he said: "I'm not rejecting your true identity. I... I have my own difficulties."
Sang Wusheng said bitterly: "Brother, you should know that some difficulties cannot be expressed. Why do you still bother me to hide things from you? That day, brother didn't care about anything and wanted to break off all ties with me. I, I have no choice."
Lu Ming's heart ached slightly. He knew that he was deeply influenced by the original novel. When he heard that Jing Mo was Sang Wusheng, he lost all his rationality and only wanted to break off all ties with him. He did not consider that everything has a reason. Sang Wusheng was too deeply tied to him, and he must have contributed to this result. He did not think carefully before making a decision, which was indeed too hasty. Now think about it, it should not be all on his head, which is too unfair.
Sang Wusheng held Luming in his arms. Luming's breathing was sometimes slow and sometimes fast. He knew that he had finally listened to what he had just said. Sang Wusheng breathed a sigh of relief and said aggrievedly: "It was my fault for doing that to my brother. I shouldn't have forced you like that. I knew that my brother was thin-skinned, but I still hurt your heart. When I was a child, my brother always taught me to plan things slowly and not to act rashly, so as not to alert the enemy. I didn't expect that I still failed my brother's teachings and was too impatient to plan things."
Lu Ming's face immediately turned pale and he said: "I did teach you these words, but I never told you to use them in this regard. Even if you want to use them, you can't use them on me!"
Sang Wusheng curved his eyebrows, hugged Lu Ming's waist and said coquettishly: "So I didn't use it on my brother. I just used my method to make my brother unable to leave me."
Lu Ming said angrily: "Your method is wrong, let me go!"
Sang Wusheng said shamelessly: "That's right, I won't let you go either."
Lu Ming gritted his teeth, "Why didn't I know you were like this when you were little?"
Sang Wusheng didn't answer, but buried his head in Lu Ming's arms and sniffed gently. The demons have always been sensitive to smells, and his breath was filled with Lu Ming's unique smell. He felt satisfied and astringent in his heart, and his eyes gradually turned red.
Sang Wusheng held Lu Ming's hand and choked up, "Brother, I don't want anything anymore. I only want you. You are not allowed to leave me."
Lu Ming was silent for a long time, and then he sighed softly. The warmth from his palm made his body tremble slightly. He didn't dare to think too much, for fear that he would accidentally sink into this deep love and couldn't extricate himself. For some reason, the scene of the two people killing each other in Sang Wusheng's dream many years ago suddenly jumped into his mind at this moment. At that time, Sang Wusheng pierced He Qingci's body with the Qingli Sword with an expressionless face. The familiar and strange feeling almost made him shudder. He had a vague premonition that the road ahead would not be so smooth.
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