Chapter 62 Demonic Blood

"Yuan Jie!?"

Gu Jue held Yu Chi's face, looked left and right, and didn't dare to believe it.

Yu Chi is Yuan Jie, and Yuan Jie is Yu Chi.

Too fantasy, right?

Ever since he met Yu Chi, Yu Chi was a beautiful doctor who was powerless, good at literature but not martial arts.

Later he learned that Yu Chi knew martial arts, but because of poisoning, his internal strength was sealed.

Last night Yu Chi told him that he was the master of Ji Yue Pavilion.

This morning he told him that he was not only the master of Ji Yue Pavilion, but also the magic sword Yuan Jie.

That big devil who kills people without blinking an eye?

No.

One is a doctor, saving the dying and the wounded.

The other is a devil, killing people like flies.

In the end, they are the same person?

"So I say, good people don't live long, disasters last for a thousand years, and with a disaster like me, it's impossible for me to die so early."

Yu Chi grabbed Gu Jue's wrist nonchalantly with a smile on his face.

Seeing him take it lightly, Gu Jue didn't know what to say for a moment.

Disasters last for a thousand years.

But every time, Yu Chi tried his best to survive.

Mo Xuedie.

Mo Xuedie!

"Wait a minute, the sword you gave me last time..."

"It's Mo Xuedie~, of course, you can also call it Yuan, Jie."

Gu Jue laughed dryly.

The number one famous sword in the world is the magic sword Yuan Jie.

He has used it.

He has used it! ?

Gu Jue pulled Yu Chi's hand away, turned him over and looked at him left and right, up and down.

He touched his chest and legs.

Yu Chi was aroused by his touch and hurriedly stopped him, feeling helpless.

"What are you doing?"

Gu Jue pulled open Yu Chi's collar and looked inside.

"Where did you hide your sword? I don't usually see you carrying a sword?"

After leaving the deserted village last time, Gu Jue didn't pay attention to where Yu Chi put his sword.

Yu Chi took Gu Jue's hand and touched his belt. Gu Jue was startled and retracted his hand to cover his waist.

"What are you doing? It's daytime now."

Don't indulge in lust in broad daylight!

Yu Chi paused, his eyes fell on Gu Jue's face, and suddenly smiled.

"What are you thinking about? The sword is here."

He took off his belt, flipped it, and pulled out a sword from it.

The sword was engraved with hollow butterfly patterns, the whole body was silver-white, and the blade was extremely thin.

It was indeed the sword that Yu Chi gave him last time in the deserted village.

It turned out that the silver butterfly ornament on Yu Chi's belt was the hilt of Yuan Jie's sword, not that he liked this ornament and had been wearing it all the time.

What was he thinking just now? It

was so embarrassing. Gu Jue blushed.

When Yu Chi handed Yuan Jie to him, he put the embarrassing thoughts behind him.

Holding Yuan Jie, the feel was still as good as before.

"What a good sword."

He sat on Yu Chi's lap, holding Yuan Jie, his clear eyes almost turned into stars.

Yu Chi took a deep breath.

"Gu Jue, do you know that Xun Xian Sword is an ancient divine sword, does it have a spirit?"

Gu Jue raised his head, not knowing why Yu Chi said this.

"Ah?"

The next moment, he was hit hard on the back of his head, with such great force that he was directly hit on Yu Chi.

He leaned on Yu Chi's shoulder, covered his head in pain and looked back, and then saw Xun Xian Sword standing behind him.

The sword was flashing white light, and it was quite angry.

Gu Jue suddenly lost his temper, slowly turned his head back, and buried it in Yu Chi's neck.

I don't know why, but I

feel a little guilty. It's like I went out to have an affair with my mistress but was caught by the wife.

That's right, praising other swords in front of my own sword, isn't that just asking for a beating.

And my own sword is still spiritual.

After Xunxian finally calmed down, Gu Jue didn't dare to hold Yuanjie anymore, and quickly returned it to Yu Chi.

Yu Chi put it back together, and Gu Jue took the belt from him and buckled it for him. Taking advantage of this time, he quietly leaned into Yu Chi's ear and asked.

"You said at the time that Yuanjie was not suitable for me?"

When he said this, he secretly glanced at Xunxian on the table, and made sure that Xunxian didn't move, then he breathed a sigh of relief.

"It really doesn't suit you."

Yu Chi's fingers stroked the silver butterfly ornament on the belt.

…

From the moment he changed Mo Xuedie's name to Yuanjie, Mo Xuedie was no longer Mo Xuedie.

Why did Yu Chi name Mo Xuedie Yuanjie at that time?

Because he wanted to remind himself all the time.

Remember the blood debt of hundreds of people in Mo Xuejian Manor.

He will take revenge for this hatred of annihilation sooner or later.

Yuanjie, abyss, catastrophe, this is the revenge he wants to give to Qiong Yulou.

Sheng Yuan was very satisfied with the name he gave her, he thought that the Yuan in Yuanjie was the Yuan in his name.

After Yu Chi returned from the mission, he had injuries on his hands.

He reconciled with Sheng Yuan first.

Sheng Yuan asked him.

"Lingqi, how long have you been in Qiong Yulou?"

"It's been nine years, OP."

"So, what do you think of Qiongyu Tower?"

"Luckily, Qiongyu Tower took me in. Lingqi will definitely repay you with my life, Qiongyu Tower."

His lifeless eyes looked at Sheng Yuan, and he gritted his teeth and emphasized the words "repay you with my life".

Sheng Yuan was very satisfied with his answer.

He took out a sign from the table and handed it to him.

"Lingqi, from now on, you will officially become one of the Nine Blades of Qiongyu, and be my sharpest sword."

"Thank you for your appreciation, OP."

"Go down to the Medicine Pavilion and let the pharmacist take a look at you."

Yu Chi took the sign and retreated to the Medicine Pavilion.

Most of the assassins in Qiongyulou are orphans from the city, and some are brought back by the Qiongyulou after being killed.

When other assassins are injured, they can at most receive some medicine and go back to spread some, as long as they don't die.

Only Qiongyu Jiuren is special.

When Qiongyu Jiuren is injured, he can get careful treatment in the pharmacy.

How to treat carefully?

The pharmacist tied him to the wooden bed, tied it tightly, and no matter how he struggled, it was useless.

The pharmacist took a sharp dagger, roasted it over the fire, and cut his wrist. He could feel the blood in his wrist quickly draining away.

The body temperature was also gradually dropping.

Just when he was about to lose consciousness, he was grabbed by the hair and lifted up.

The restraints had been removed, but he had no strength to resist.

He was so sleepy.

The next moment, a knife stabbed into his leg, and he suddenly woke up because of the pain.

The man brought him a bowl of fishy liquid. He struggled and the liquid spilled, all over his face and clothes.

The eye-catching red color.

The pharmacist slapped him.

"You're wasting things. Do you know how rare this devil blood is?"

Devil, blood?

His wrists were bandaged, and the blood that flowed out was taken away. He was locked in a small cage and chained.

It was not until late at night that he felt the churning in his body.

He remembered what the pharmacist said about feeding him devil blood.

In an instant, his stomach was severely irritated, and he grabbed the iron cage and started vomiting, feeling extremely disgusted.

He could almost feel the so-called devil blood flowing and surging in his body, slowly flowing through his whole body.

His vision gradually blurred.

Until the end, he didn't even know how he fainted.

"Carry him out and see if he is dead."

Yu Chi felt his body being lifted up.

"He is not dead yet, he is still breathing."

He opened his eyes, his consciousness was a little fuzzy.

"Awake? Not bad, it seems to be a good seedling."

"I have seen many dead, but you are the first one to wake up so early."

"There is no way, it is not easy to merge with the devil blood, you have to suffer a little."

...

They chattered in Yu Chi's ears, making Yu Chi's head hurt. He sat up with his head covered.

He felt a splitting headache.

A man saw him getting up and tried to hold him down, but he drew his sword and killed him.

Not even a drop of blood was seen in the flash of the sword, and the man's head fell off.

Frost formed on the wound, and it also emitted a chilling cold air.

The other pharmacists in the medicine pavilion were stunned.

Suddenly someone asked,

"Did Lingqi have this strength before?"