Tu Nian curled his lips and pulled his hand away somewhat unhappily, "Do I have to feed him blood? What about other natural treasures? Aren't they useful?"
"Well."
Bo Qiu raised the corner of his lips slightly, then pretended to think, saying, "If I must say, your Golden Crow beast and I are very compatible. Letting it bleed and giving it to me to drink a few times, or using it as medicine, should have a good effect."
"Fuck!" Tu Nian was furious and punched him on the shoulder, "You beast!"
Such an old monster, yet he's still thinking about a bird that's only one month old!
Seeing her like a wild cat, Bo Qiu really wanted to laugh, but he was afraid that laughing would reveal his true colors, so he had to hold it back, saying with a look of grievance, "You were the one who asked me, and now you're going to scold me if I tell you. How can I recover after so many years of cultivation just by saying so?"
"Well, I'm really scared of you."
Picking up the black sword, Tu Nian neatly cut a hole in his palm and came close to him. "From now on, two meals a day, no more."
"Okay, got it."
Bo Qiu leaned over and raised a triumphant smile from an angle where she couldn't see.
The moment his lips and tongue touched his palm, his disguise suddenly disappeared, and he returned to his original appearance. The most eye-catching thing about Bo Qiu was his long silver-white hair, which suddenly lit up in front of Tu Nian, startling him.
"Why did you change back?" she asked in surprise.
Bo Qiu raised his eyes, a hint of innocence in them, "I didn't transform myself. Your blood will reveal my true form."
"There's plenty going on."
Tu Nian wrinkled his nose and commented, then put his hand closer to him, "Hurry up, if it's any later there won't be a good place to set up the stall."
Her wound was not shallow. After just a few words, the blood that had overflowed had gathered into a small pool in her palm. When she moved her hand, it was inevitable that the blood would flow out. Seeing a bead of blood rolling to the side of her hand and about to drip, Bo Qiu leaned over and rolled his tongue, drinking the ball of blood along with it in Tu Nian's palm.
Feeling the warmth of his lips and tongue, Tu Nian shuddered all over and subconsciously wanted to pull her arm back, but Bo Qiu had used some force in holding her wrist, so she didn't pull it back. When she came to her senses, the other party had stopped moving.
Facing Bo Qiu's puzzled look, Tu Nian said awkwardly, "Sorry, please continue."
Looking into her eyes filled with nervousness, Bo Qiu did not continue, but let go of her hand, "If you don't want to, you don't have to force it."
It is undeniable that when he let go of her hand, Tu Nian felt relieved, but on second thought, she didn't know why she was being so pretentious.
"It's not that I don't want to..."
Tu Nian closed his eyes, rubbed his sore temples, half-knelt beside Bo Qiu, and chose his words.
She didn't know that it was not easy for Bo Qiu to stop.
Tushan's flesh and blood is an irresistible temptation for monsters. This temptation appeals to both men and women, young and old. Even Bo Qiu, a great monster, would be fascinated by it.
Being unsatisfied with desire was like quitting drugs, but he endured it.
He lowered his eyes and looked at Tu Nian quietly. Bo Qiu's long eyelashes cast a shadow in his eyes, covering up all the emotions inside.
He didn't want to scare her.
But in fact, Tu Nian's hesitation was not for him, but for herself. To be honest, she was the one who was more afraid of scaring the other person.
Let's put it this way, if she feeds blood to a sword, she can at least have a sense of nurturing, but if she feeds it to a man, especially a handsome and sexy man, her mind is full of perversion and color.
She is not a pure and kind person. She really can't resist the temptation. She is really afraid that others will suck her hands, because she will become beastly and suck the others in return.
Even if it was really sucked, it would be fine for others, but the one in front of her was a fox, and her ancestor!
Beastiality, incest?
Just thinking about it makes her shudder. Really.
No matter how heartbroken Ren Tu Nian was while brainstorming, Bo Qiu was not a worm in her stomach and could not guess what she was thinking.
Seeing that she stood there like a wooden statue after she finished speaking, without raising her head or saying anything, he thought she was embarrassed and couldn't speak, so he took the initiative to say: "Why don't we just forget it..."
"Come!"
Before he finished speaking, Tu Nian stretched out his hand in front of him, with a determined expression on his face as if he wanted to join the party.
Looking at the blood flowing in her palm, Bo Qiu couldn't help but feel a lump in his throat, but after hesitating for a moment, he still didn't move.
"You really don't have to force it."
"I really don't force it."
Tu Nian had a calm expression, and even had a hint of urging in his tone, "Isn't it just a little blood? I'm so happy to have a powerful man as my thug for free. Why should I force myself?"
This is the truth, but why doesn't he believe it?
Seeing that Tu Nian didn't look like he was holding on, the bloodthirsty gene overflowing in Bo Qiu's body made him lean forward tentatively.
"Come on, come on."
Tu Nian simply put her hand to his mouth. If she didn't move her mouth, her wound would heal.
A unique fragrance from the Tushan bloodline rushed into Bo Qiu's nose. In the end, he could not resist the temptation. His eyes darkened. He did not refuse anymore. He held her arm and kissed her palm.
"hiss."
Perhaps because it was difficult to endure, Bo Qiu's first bite was particularly fierce. Tu Nian couldn't help but gasp as he endured it.
"Does it hurt?" He asked briefly without looking up, his lips and teeth rubbing against her palm.
"A little bit." Tu Nian said truthfully.
Bo Qiu did not respond to this, but Tu Nian could clearly feel that his movements had become much lighter.
His nose rested against her palm, and his slightly drooping eyelashes slowly brushed across her fingertips as he sucked, making her heart itch.
Bo Qiu lowered his head in front of her. From this angle, she could see his long silver hair hanging loosely on his shoulders, as if covering him with a layer of gauze, making his sculptured face look hazy and beautiful.
At that moment, Tu Nian suddenly understood. No wonder so many people in Strange Stories from a Chinese Studio were killed by fox spirits. "To die beneath the peony flowers, even as a ghost, is a romantic"—this saying is indeed true.
After watching for an unknown amount of time, she suddenly asked, "What does it look like to transcend the tribulation?"
Bo Qiu's movements paused at first, and soon stopped completely. He raised his head from her palm, a thoughtful expression on his face.
"A large dark cloud will appear in the sky, followed by several bolts of lightning..."
At this point, he fell into deep thought. After a moment's silence, he smiled and said, "At that time, I was only concerned about saving my life. I don't remember much else."
Tu Nian smacked his lips, "Does it hurt when you're struck by lightning?"
Bo Qiu thought for a moment and said, "It hurt the first time, but I didn't feel anything the second time."
"That's it." Tu Nian nodded.
"Why are you asking this?" Bo Qiu was puzzled.
"You're going to suck me dry if you don't say something." No kidding, she was feeling dizzy.
"……Feel sorry."
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