Chi Hongyu went out to play with the King of City Lord... went out to do big things.

Ji Pingsheng greeted Jing Muxi and asked him to repair the house, and then changed the room and continued to explode.

After several months of hard work, Ji Pingsheng's research has not made any breakthroughs, and Chi Zhengyang's achievements have not been sorted out.

instead.

On the contrary, Bodhi was the first to blossom and bear fruit.

A corner at the back mountain.

His face was pale and bloodless, and his eyes were unconscious and his wrist was numb. Blood was dripping from the wide and thick wound, dripping into a large basin.

A vine like a straw was inserted into the blood-filled basin, ruthlessly sucking Bodhi's blood.

"How much has this been raised?"

Bodhi was lying on the bed, muttering weakly and weakly. The long-term large amount of bloodletting made him feel very dazed. There were hallucinations in front of him, and even the shiny bald head was dimmed.

He could not count how much blood he had released. For more than three months, he had been insisting on giving ten liters of blood to the hell flower every day. Sometimes he would faint because of the blood, and he would only heal the wound when he woke up the next day.

In addition, he will put more drugs when taking the medicine, more when he is in a good mood, and more when he recites scriptures and chants smoothly.

Now, Bodhi was lying flat on the bed, looking at the still sky and the light white clouds, and felt extremely sad and angry.

Senior sister, you are lying!

You said that a thousand liters of blood can transform into shapes, but now I'm almost two thousand liters!

fraud!

Senior sister, you big liar!

While Bodhi scolded Qiluo liar in his heart, he stuffed a blood-replenishing pill into his mouth.

"Amitabha, when will this day end?"

Bodhi moved his lips and shouted.

It seemed that the true feelings of Bodhi moved heaven, and it seemed that the Buddha responded to his shout.

Just when there was not much blood left in the basin, the Hell Flower, which had been drinking blood silently, took back the vines. After many violent tremblings, a pungent blood mist burst out.

The blood mist enveloped the hell flower in an instant, and the continuous oscillation of the air and fluctuations slowly spread.

"This is?!"

After Bodhi saw the abnormality of the hell flower, a splendid light suddenly shot out from the god's eyes. His weak body seemed to have returned to its original state. He suddenly sat up from the bed and looked at the hell flower filled with blood mist with excitement.

I sat up in a daze. This agile movement, this brilliant gaze, and this excited expression were very different from the previous second, and it was simply a medical miracle!

Under Bodhi's longing eyes, the body of the hell flower in the blood mist gradually shrank, and the blood energy in the sky was absorbed back.

Five minutes later.

A woman with a height of about 1.6 meters, delicate face but cold color, bloody eyes and red lips appeared in front of Bodhi.

The cold and beautiful woman looks about twenty years old, with long hair spread out and no clothes on her body. She just uses several vines to cover the key parts, revealing most of her newborn skin.

Although it is very tempting, Bodhi does not have that kind of worldly aphrodisiac in his eyes. No matter how exquisite the skin is, it is just a red pink skeleton in his eyes.

What he wants is not a skin, but the opposite sex who can reproduce with him!

"Oh oh oh oh!"

Bodhi looked at the woman in front of him, his whole body trembled slightly, and was so excited that he could not speak, and he screamed like a estrus orangutan.

He stared at the woman in front of him with tears in his eyes, and shouted in a trembling voice: "Little Prison?"

The woman looked at Bodhi with a calm expression. After two seconds of silence, she bowed gently, opened her red lips, and shouted slightly coldly: "Little woman Huazhu, my husband."

My husband?!

Bodhi was slightly stunned. He hadn't spoken yet, so why did he call me husband?

"Little Prison, why do you call me my husband?"

Bodhi subconsciously asked, and after asking, he regretted it. Isn’t this what he expected?

Hua Yu said expressionlessly: "In the past three months, my husband has been talking in my ears that you should be grateful for your life, why should you drink blood for me 1,516 times? The grace of a drop of water is repaid with a spring of 1,115 times. Two thousand,122 times, I can't repay you, so I promise you with my body."

"Isn't that what you mean?"

A pair of bloody eyes looked at Bodhi lightly, her face calm and unpredictable. She couldn't even tell whether she was willing or not.

"Amitabha."

Bodhi recovered from the ecstasy at the beginning, suppressed his restless heart, and said, "Bodhi is a person in the Buddhist path. He does not mean to repay kindness. In the end, it depends on your thoughts."

"Are you willing or not?"

Bodhi swallowed his saliva and stared at Huazhu with a nervous look on his face.

"If I say I don't want to..."

As soon as Hua Yu opened his mouth, he saw an unconcealed disappointment on Bodhi's face.

"If you want to..."

Hua Yu Er spoke, and the expression on Bodhi's face instantly turned dark and clear.

"Oh."

Hua Yu's mouth raised slightly, and a faint chuck came from her mouth.

"My husband, I agree, but in the end I have to listen to my sister's advice."

The cold look on Hua Yu's face gradually slowed down.

elder sister?

Bodhi was stunned for a moment and then instructed her to talk about who she was talking about. Without saying a word, she pulled Hua Yu's hand and turned around and ran towards Qiluo Courtyard.

"etc."

Huazhu broke free from Bodhi's hand, frowned and said, "Wait a moment, I'll wear a piece of clothing."

"ah?"

Bodhi was stunned for a moment, and only then did he realize that there were only vines covering his body on the Huazhu. After a careful look, his brain was full and his face was red and his ears were red.

"Amitabha, Amitabha, do not look at it if it is polite, do not look at it if it is polite."

Bodhi lowered his head and closed his eyes, muttering in panic.

Hua Yuman looked at Bodhi indifferently, and then he turned a long skirt on his body to cover his body with a casual move.

Just as I was about to speak, I accidentally swept Bodhi's wrist, which was still dripping with blood, paused slightly, grabbed Bodhi's wrist, stretched out his tongue and licked it a few times.

The numb feeling made Bodhi froze and said tremblingly: "Little Prison?"

“Not to waste.”

Hua Yu said lightly. After licking the blood on Bodhi's wrist, she transformed into a handkerchief and bandaged the wound.

After doing all this, she let go of Bodhi's hand and said calmly: "Let's go and take me to see my sister."

"Oh, oh, oh."

Bodhi replied blankly, white smoke emanating from his blushing bald head, turning around like a mechanical one.

Is this my wife? She is so careful and gentle!

The Bodhicitta is as chaotic as the thought.

"Here."

Bodhi pressed down on his rapidly beating heart, and walked towards the direction of Qiluo Courtyard with the newly transformed flower jail.

But before I could take a few steps, a cold and murderous sound came from behind me.

"etc!"

"What's wrong?"

Bodhi turned his head blankly, and then looked along the Hua Yu's sight.

They were clusters blooming in the sun.

Extremely beautiful flowers.
Chapter completed!