Jiang Youlin was sitting on the ground, expressionless, and quickly stuffed the bun into his mouth, like a doll whose soul had been drained out.

What's even weirder is that eating this food seems to make people extremely uncomfortable. After a while, his expression becomes very ugly, and he is using all his strength to resist something.

"ah!"

He couldn't help but scream, and lay on the ground convulsing uncontrollably, convulsing wildly, and it was terrifying and frightening.

Despite this, he still grabbed the buns scattered on the ground and stuffed them into his mouth.

One, two, three, four, five...

He ate in extreme pain, his face was covered with sweat and saliva, and dark red nosebleeds finally came out. At this time, Jiang Youlin no longer had the energy to care about such a trivial matter, and with a casual wipe, his delicate face was ruined and stained.

The blood and the buns went down together.

He vomited black blood all over the floor, and red blood flowed from his nostrils, from his mouth, and dripped from his white chin, soaking the skin of the bun until it became soft, like the entrails of something.

Jiang Qinfeng thought of the novels he had read before, and seemed to understand a little bit.

Jiang Youlin has neither spiritual roots nor spiritual fields. If he takes such a great spiritual energy tonic, he will definitely not be able to absorb it. Most of it will only wander around in his meridians, and life would be worse than death.

He felt a chill in his heart. Could it be that the original owner of his body died from eating this bun?

Jiang Youlin was dizzy from eating, and was about to get the fourteenth bun when his hand was caught by someone. He looked up blankly. The other person was very thin, but very powerful, casting a shadow on his body.

He was exposed to the summer sun, and this shadow gave him a long-lost sense of security, as if he had walked under the sun in the desert for a long time and finally found a green shade to escape the heat.

"Stop eating, don't you feel pain?" Jiang Qinfeng felt that his heart was about to hurt to death.

"...?"

At this time, Jiang Youlin was like an unconscious little fox. He didn't even realize who he was, and he tilted his head and looked at him in confusion.

"You don't need to eat...you don't need to finish..." He carefully pinched open the five claws holding the bun, for fear of scaring Jiang Youlin.

He successfully took the bun off Jiang Youlin's hand.

His snow-white face was covered with black and red blood, and his hair was scattered on his chest. Even though he looked so dirty and embarrassed, he could not hide the beauty of his facial features.

For a moment, I thought that the person in front of me was a wild monster that had just eaten human flesh and blood.

Jiang Qinfeng slowly took him into his arms, patted his thin back, and comforted him softly: "Be good, don't eat, okay?"

Jiang Youlin's body gradually changed from stiffness to softness, and his distracted eyes finally found their focus.

Sighing deeply, Jiang Qinfeng wiped the blood and saliva from his face with his sleeves, straightened his messy hair, and asked, "Are you feeling better?"

The child thought for a while: "Why are you here?"

This is to regain your sanity and know who is comforting you.

Jiang Qinfeng replied honestly: "The little girl who delivers the food boxes is sick, I will help deliver it."

"oh……"

He tilted his head, smiled sideways, and his long, silky hair slid across his beautiful face, which was incredibly beautiful: "She ate it secretly again, I'm afraid she won't survive tonight."

Because everyone in the Jiang family treasures this steamed bun, some people think that eating it can lead to immortality.

"How silly."

Jiang Qinfeng finally couldn't help it anymore: "Your mother seems to be crazy. If you continue like this, you will... be killed by her."

Jiang Youlin sneered and said: "What nonsense are you talking about? She is my mother, how could she harm me? She is doing it all for my own good."

"Loving someone...won't make him suffer like this. Don't you feel pain?"

Jiang Youlin fell silent.

Since he was born, no one has asked him this question.

Today, such a person asked him.

The more Jiang Qinfeng thought about it, the more wrong he became, and he spoke faster and faster: "Can you really cultivate immortality after suffering so much? It's so bloody, just like feudal superstition. Feudal superstition kills people! What if it's all in vain?

"

He was so worried that he spoke modern vocabulary.

"What nonsense are you talking about? Useless effort?" Jiang Youlin pushed Jiang Qinfeng away at once, "Useless effort? What qualifications do you have to say this is useless effort?"

Before Jiang Qinfeng could answer, he continued: "Humph, you are indeed qualified. You have such good spiritual roots. I don't even have a spiritual field, and I am always called a waste."

"I--"

"Get away! Get away! Get away!"

The child who was trembling in his arms just now glared at him angrily, his almond-shaped eyes red with anger, like a little beast cub unable to roar.

"If I don't leave, I won't leave. Let me tell you, if you continue like this, you and your mother will have big problems!"

The angry look of this child is really frightening. If Jiang Qinfeng were really a six-year-old child, he would have been scared away long ago.

But he is not.

So instead, he hugged her back harder to show his firm attitude.

"Trash! Bastard! Let me go! Let me go!"

Jiang Youlin bit Jiang Qinfeng's shoulder hard, making sure to bleed and bite hard enough to scare him.

It was a hot summer day, and Jiang Qinfeng was wearing thin clothes. Blood quickly seeped out of his clothes, spreading a faint red color.

Why hasn't he let go yet?

Why is he still holding me?

Jiang Youlin felt that he was going to be angry to death. He had never been so panicked in his life. He suddenly raised his head and saw the other person looking at him sadly.

"You must not like me, because you bit me and it bled. It hurts. Do you know that?"

His pupils instantly widened in disbelief.

His pale lips trembled for a while, and Jiang Youlin let go of his mouth. There was still the smell of that person's blood between his lips and teeth. He pushed Jiang Qinfeng away with all his strength, broke away from the warm embrace and ran towards the room before he could react.

He was barefoot and panicked. He suddenly stepped on the hem of his clothes and fell to the ground. His exposed skin instantly turned red. But when he turned around and saw Jiang Qinfeng looking at him distressedly, he seemed to come over to help him immediately, and he was too busy to help him.

He got up and rushed into the dark room.

"Don't run away? Why do you want to run-"

As expected, Jiang Qinfeng followed quickly and rushed to the front of the house. He slammed into the barrier and bounced to the ground. He covered his nose in pain and almost burst into tears due to a burst of pain.

Snap.

The door is locked.

Jiang Qinfeng took a deep breath, wiped the buns scattered around and put them back in the food box, and stood at the door for another half an hour.

"I'm leaving."

"I'm really leaving."

"Gone."

Finally left.

"Little Jiang? Why are you looking so sad?" Ji Yanghui waved his hand in front of him, but there was no response.

Jiang Qinfeng came to his senses and glanced at the dining table again, but there was still no sign of Jiang Youlin.

"Oh, I'm so happy that Master is not here, aren't you?" Xu Xingxing also noticed his extremely low mood and quickly came over to comfort him.

Jiang Qinfeng thought for a while and said, "Didn't you realize that Mr. Jiang didn't come to dinner twice?"

"Ah, what are you doing about this? Children are prone to emotions. As someone who has been there, I advise you that he doesn't even have a spiritual field, so there is no way he can go to Shangqingjing. Once you leave, you might be the one when you come back.

It's happened a hundred years later, why do you care about him?"

The last sentence "What are you doing?" was drawn out very long and funny by Xu Xingxing, with his unique ridicule.

Jiang Qinfeng couldn't help laughing.

But he was in no position to accuse them.

After all, no one has ever bullied Jiang Youlin. At best, they just treat him as if he doesn't exist.

Maybe in the eyes of these monks, those who can cultivate immortality and those who cannot cultivate immortality are not following the same path after all.

Jiang Qinfeng forced a smile to stop them from worrying. He lowered his head to look at the big fish and meat in the bowl. Thinking of those disgusting steamed buns, he suddenly lost his appetite.

Having had such an experience of cramming ducks, what did Jiang Youlin think when faced with these foods?

He doesn't know.

Maybe even if he asked, he wouldn't answer him.

Jiang Qinfeng walked back to the house dejectedly and opened the card interface in boredom.

[Compassion? Small acts of kindness] The card has shown that the task has been completed. The table in front of the Clay Bodhisattva is also filled with melon and fruit offerings. His compassionate face is hidden behind the curling incense, hazy.

"The system updates the [Moon Drawing] event. In order to ensure the smooth progress of the game, every full moon, all players can draw cards for free once, and there will be no waiting time."

"Tonight is the night of the full moon, and all players can draw cards once for free."

"Please ask the player whose name is Dog to open the card drawing interface."

well……

Jiang Qinfeng felt that he was no longer in the mood to draw cards.

World Channel: "Congratulations to player Cloud Qing, who sensed the SSR-level card [***?****] in Yuetan Pool!"

Jiang Qinfeng: "..."

Otherwise, still struggle?

He used his mind to open the card drawing interface. In addition to the white jade lotus and dark golden lotus on the left and right last time, a large half-opened moon-white epiphyllum appeared in the middle, glowing with light blue, as beautiful as

A dream.
Chapter completed!