In the middle of the night, Xue Qing went out to the latrine.

Xuemeng took Xueqing's blood bag, and Xueqing who came back saw him: "Xuemeng, why did you take my blood?"

"Is this your blood? Why didn't you write your name?" Xue Meng excitedly put a bag of blood into his pocket.

Xue Qing was lying on the bed, with Xue Meng's thighs pressing on Xue Qing's belly, and his hands pressing on Xue Qing's neck. Xue Qing felt uncomfortable, so he turned around, and Xue Meng's hands were clamping Xue Qing like iron pliers.

Xue Qing had a nightmare, and when he woke up, Xue Qing stared at him excitedly under the moonlight.

Xue Qing pried off Xue Meng's hand, Xue Meng smiled and did not let go, Xue Qing pried off the leg pressing on his stomach, Xue Meng's leg exerted force, Xue Qing knew that Xue Meng did it on purpose.

The next day I drank blood outside the house. Xue Qing tore open his bag and drank. Xue shook the blood bag in Xue Qing's hand violently, and some blood flowed on the ground.

"Xue Meng, stop bullying him." The blood-drinking disciple next to him couldn't help but interrupt.

"Shut your mouth, if you say anything again I will make you eat shit."

Xue Meng grinned and shook even more violently, causing a lot of blood on Xue's blue face.

Xue Meng put his hand into Xue Qing's pocket and took out a bag.

Xue Qing's hand grabbed Xue Meng's hand: "Brother Xue Meng, this is my blood. You can't take it. It's still a few days away. If you take it, I won't have anything to drink. You took it from me yesterday."

I gave you a bag of blood, please don’t take any more of my blood."

"Let go." Xue Meng's voice was cold.

The blood is green and does not let go.

"Fuck you, who gave you the power?" Xue Meng almost slapped Xue Qing's face and snatched the blood from Xue Qing's hand.

Seeing his blood being snatched away, Xue Qing felt as if his soul had been drained out, and he snatched the blood bag from Xue Meng's hand.

"Damn it, you dare to rob me." Xue Meng slapped Xue Qing's head again, but Qing Xue refused to let go.

"Still not letting go? Are you letting go? Are you letting go?"

"Don't let go."

"Don't let go, right? I told you not to let go! 'Bang!' I told you not to let go! 'Bang bang.'" Xue Meng kicked Xue Qing to the ground with his two feet, grabbed Xue Qing's hair and hit him against the ground.

Bleeding.

He touched his head and there was a lot of blood on his hands.

"Remember me, don't contradict me next time. If you do, I will destroy you!"

Xueqing stood up.

"What? Not convinced?"

Xue Qing's hands were clenched into fists, and the disciple next to him was holding Xue Qing's hand.

"Look at how coward you are." 'Bang.' Xue Meng punched Xue Qing's nose. Xue Qing's nose was punched crooked and nosebleeds flowed out.

Xue Qing kicked Xue Meng, but he was held back by two disciples, and they did not kick Xue Meng.

"You dare to kick me?" Xue Meng was so angry that he flew up and kicked Xue Qing in the chest. The two disciples quickly let go, and Xue Qing rolled in the air and fell to the ground.

Xue Qing rushed towards Xue Meng, and the two disciples who let go immediately grabbed Xue Qing: "Xue Qing, forget it, what's the point of fighting with your fellow disciples?"

"That's right." The disciple next to him agreed: "You have to fight with the people outside."

Xue Meng slapped Xue Qing on the face.

"Let go." Xue Qing glared at the two disciples.

"Xue Qing, forget it, we are doing this for your own good." the two disciples said with playful smiles.
Chapter completed!