You Are Strong But It’s Mine Now

"From now on, you are both my sword master and my feeder."

The man's voice still seemed to haunt his ears, Ming Shuiyun was still a little dazed as he walked on the campus avenue illuminated by the street lights.

"Wow, Shuiyun, are you alright!?"

A skinny girl in blue and white rabbit pajamas was sitting on a bench beside the road. When she saw Ming Shuiyun, she was startled and ran over: "Why are you covered in blood? Do you want to go to the doctor?"

"I...it's okay, the blood on my body is not mine." Ming Shuiyun shook his head: "Thank you Qingyun."

"It's very late now, the hot water in the dormitory seems to be out at 11 pm, you should go back to take a shower." Ming Qingyun took a serious look at Shuiyun's body and was relieved after confirming that nothing was ruined: "Your sword Sheath fought with that mad dog, Sister Shuangli?"

"Yeah." Ming Shuiyun didn't want to talk about it, and changed the subject: "Qingyun, why are you sitting outside?"

"I just finished washing my hair, and I couldn't dry it with an ironing board. It's so cool outside, so I came out to look at the stars." Ming Qingyun glanced at the bright dormitory building behind: "And there's still noise inside."

"what?"

"It's nothing." Ming Qingyun stretched his waist: "Anyway, this is also a safe area. I prefer to be alone. Shuiyun, you can go back by yourself. The room is room A on the third floor."

"Well." Ming Shuiyun took two steps, suddenly remembered something, went back and grabbed Ming Qingyun's right hand.

A lazy cloud print that was neither smoke nor cloud appeared on the back of Ming Qingyun's hand.

"You also participated?" Ming Shuiyun asked in surprise.

"Well, I wanted to participate from the beginning, but it would be too boring to quit in the middle."

The girl in the pajamas yawned lazily: "And don't look at what Sister Shuangli said, in fact, the people who quit at the beginning are definitely not as respectable as those who quit at the end."

She tapped the mark on the back of her hand: "There are winners and losers in this game, but the chips don't. These are our chips - instead of giving up your chips at the beginning, it's better to hold the chips in your hand first. ."

"As time goes on, the value of the chips will only get higher and higher, and we speculators will get more and more."

Ming Shuiyun said in surprise: "I saw that you and Chaoyan were not there just now. I thought you were really going to give up... and you are not too obsessed with seeking swords and positions."

"Indeed, although Chaoyan and I are not the same, we are both people who like to live a stable life." Ming Qingyun giggled and said, "Thanks to Sister Shuangli's mad dog who drove you away, the holy sword shines brightly. There is no one around, so Chaoyan and I have the opportunity to easily obtain the oath mark, and quickly make a contract with the scabbard and come back to take a bath."

Ming Shuiyun couldn't help feeling a little dejected. They took a lot of effort to complete the oath ceremony, but others could easily pass it if they seized the opportunity. It's like a new game you bought at full price without a discount, and the next day's platform gave it away for free... Ming Qingyun Min Rui felt that his sister was a little unhappy, and said with a smile:

"However, the scabbards of Chaoyan and I are just like us. They are both people who are not strong in competition. Otherwise, they would not have been out of action just now. It is estimated that they are already thinking about how to persuade the two of us to go to Shuangli. Sister... Shuiyun, where is your scabbard? Is he someone you can trust?"

Ming Shuiyun was stunned for a moment, suddenly shivered, and the wound on his neck seemed to be aching again: "I... I don't know."

"I've changed from a contestant to a punter now, Shuiyun, tell me honestly, will your scabbard be willing to help you win?" Ming Qingyun stretched and asked curiously, "If You guys are determined to compete for the throne, then I will try to please you early to make a bet..."

"I have no idea!"

The embarrassing silence began to spread, and screams came from far away from the dormitory.

"You don't seem to be looking very well." Ming Qingyun said, "Go back and take a hot bath, I'll sit for a while."

"Um... I'm sorry."

"No need, I've asked too much." Ming Qingyun smiled and said, "But if you have any secrets you want to tell someone, even if you come to me, I'm very tight-lipped."

She made a zipper gesture and raised her eyebrows.

Ming Shuiyun nodded gratefully, and when he turned to leave, he heard Ming Qingyun say:

"Don't put too much faith in scabbards, whether they are good or evil. We see them as a tool for victory, why not they use us as a medium to achieve their ambitions? Just because they can't betray, doesn't mean they will have feelings for us. "

Ming Shuiyun froze for a moment, and then walked into the dormitory without stopping.

As soon as he walked to the third floor, Ming Shuiyun heard a loud noise. She looked at Room A, where the bright lights came out through the cracks of the window and door. She vaguely anticipated something and took out the key to open the door.

"—Dai Lan, you actually attacked me!"

"That was thrown by Sister Shuangli! It's none of my business!"

"It's none of my business! Let's besiege Taolang first, it hurts too much!"

"Come on! Let me pick you two!"

Reflected in the eyes of Ming Shuiyun, it was a female student dormitory with pillows flying around.

The battle scene is extremely hot. Several nominally radiant royal princesses and candidates for the next emperor are using the strongest individual weapon in the dormitory [pillow] to engage in random fights. The tactics of all parties emerge in an endless stream, sometimes collaborating vertically and horizontally, sometimes targeting Focusing on fire, sometimes playing in the jungle, sometimes in the middle of a wave - in short, it's a few blind fights.

"It's very lively, isn't it?"

Just when Ming Shuiyun was stunned, the door of the bathroom next door opened, and Mingyue Banquet, who was wiping his head with a towel, came out. She glanced at the battle situation in the dormitory with her eyes with dark circles and eyeshadow, and commented: "If the scabbards saw that their sword masters fought like this, would they be disheartened and just give up this sword hunt? A fight?"

"Why, why?" Ming Shuiyun pointed at them and asked blankly.

"It's like this, Taolang and Dailan were all dirty when they came back, and they weren't much better than you." Mingyueyan glanced at Ming Shuiyun's 'battle goddess skin' and said, "Then they found out Sister Shuang Li actually came back to take a bath long ago. They were all lying on the bed and reading, and they were angry. After the two of them took a bath, they attacked Sister Shuang Li at the same time."

"New hatred and old hatred, it's not hard to understand, isn't it? I was chased by Sister Shuangli's scabbard for one night, and when I came back, I saw Sister Shuangli chattering again. It's normal to have fire in my heart, but this is a safe area, so Just throw the pillow away."

Mingyue Yan made a gesture of 'please': "Shuiyun, do you want to join the war? You don't need to take a pillow, you can just go over and hug them if anyone is upset - the other party will be crying and begging you not to come."

Ming Shuiyun looked at his blood clothes and shook his head: "I don't have such a bad taste... What I'm asking is, why are they here?"

"Of course they are here." Mingyue Yan said, "This is their bedroom."

"But it's also my bedroom..." Ming Shuiyun looked at his bedroom key: "Could it be...?"

"Speaking of which, you don't seem to come to the dormitory to pack your luggage during the day." Mingyue Yan suddenly realized: "No wonder you don't know—"

"The seven of us all slept in the same eight-person dorm. In the next six months, we will fight openly and secretly outside during the day, and we will continue to intrigue when we return to the dormitory at night. How about it? Are you happy or surprised?"

Maybe because there were too many emergencies tonight, Ming Shuiyun wasn't surprised, he just sighed: "This arrangement is too strange..."

"Maybe it's encouraging us to find a way to exclude competitors in the safe area? I even suspect that the dormitory room killing incident will happen in a few days."

Mingyueyan wiped her hair and said, "By the way, the book that Sister Shuangli read just now is Song Tixing's latest book, The Record of Atonement: The Northern Train Murder Case. I suggest that you also buy a few murder novels to enrich yourself. , even if you don’t learn how to kill, at least learn how to leave information.”

Song Tixing is a well-known best-selling author of homicide novels by Huiyao. Although the audience of homicide novels is not large, the readership is extremely strong. "The Record of Atonement of Injustice" is a best-selling novel that has been popular for more than 20 years. A play adapted from "The Atonement of Injustice".

Mingyue Banquet's sarcasm was just right, and sometimes Ming Shuiyun couldn't tell whether she was really suggesting or joking. She found her bed to pack her luggage, took out a change of clothes and prepared to take a shower, when a greeting suddenly came from the bed next to her.

"Shuiyun, are you injured?"

With his eyelids drooping, Ming Chaoyan, who was in a daze, held his hands to sit up: "I know a little bit of interior warfare..."

"No, I wasn't hurt."

Noticing that Ming Shuangli and others were all looking at him, Ming Shuiyun had no choice but to shake the **** clothes on his body and explain, "The blood on my body is not mine."

Ming Shuangli suddenly moved his nose and took a serious sniff, "Well... a part of it is Nie Ruo's blood."

"Really?!" Ming Taolang was shocked: "Sister Shuangli, can you smell the difference between blood with your nose?"

"Of course!" Ming Shuangli said with his arms on his hips, "The blood of different people must be different!"

Ming Dailan stopped throwing the pillow: "Really? What's the difference?"

Ming Shuangli coughed and said solemnly: "For example, the blood of stinky men must be fishy and stinky, but the blood of our beautiful girls is as sweet as fine wine, and as refreshing as scented tea— —”

"Really!" Ming Taolang opened his mouth directly at his arm: "Then I'll try—"

"do not!"

A new round of jumping started, so everyone didn't notice that Ming Shuiyun's face suddenly turned pale.

Ming Chaoyan rubbed his eyes and fell on the bed like a piece of wood, holding the holy sword doll next to him: "Since Shuiyun is fine, I will continue to sleep..."

"Well, you can continue to sleep." Ming Shuiyun said with a smile. Chaoyan's family was very strict and she was young. She should go to bed at nine o'clock, so it was no wonder that she could fall asleep peacefully in such a noisy environment.

Carrying the clothes and towel into the bathroom, Ming Shuiyun slowly took off his clothes. Because she was soaked in blood for too long, she only wore cool, thin and breathable clothes in the summer, so the clothes were almost stuck to the skin, and the temperature of the blood remained on it.

Take off all the clothes, turn on the switch of the shower head, and the rushing hot water flows from the top to Ming Shuiyun, dripping water dripping on the hair, flowing through the collarbone, across the back, across the peaks and ridges, Along the long legs, washed away all the tiredness, all the filth from her.

In this cramped bathroom, after taking off all the comfort, and listening to the sound of running water, Ming Shuiyun was finally able to calm down and think about what just happened.

She stretched out her hand and touched the wound next to her neck. Those are two teeth mark holes. There is no blood in the holes. It seems that the bleeding has stopped and healed. Maybe it will return to its original state when I wake up tomorrow.

But she will not forget that just now, in the wild countryside of Vientiane Forest, the red-haired man lay on top of her, bit her neck, pierced two holes, and sucked her blood.

She was sluggish and passive the whole time, not knowing what was going on. Until he finished sucking the blood and licked the wound, he said in her ear:

"My first wish is for you to be my provider."

"Whenever, wherever, whenever I need it, you supply me with blood like this. It's a symbiosis of sin between you and me, you need me to fight for you, and I need you to be mine... …food."

"If you can become the new emperor, maybe we can end our symbiosis, or maybe... it won't end, but you can work hard."

"From now on, you are both my sword master and my breeder."

Recalling that scene like a dream, Ming Shuiyun's body couldn't help shaking. She couldn't understand why things had turned out this way, why her scabbard sucked blood, why their relationship had become so weird, why she had to be chosen...

"Just because they can't betray doesn't mean they will have feelings for us."

"The blood of these beautiful girls in their prime is as sweet as wine, and as refreshing as herbal tea—"

The words I just heard suddenly echoed in my mind. Ming Shuiyun slowly squatted down and hugged his legs, letting the water spray his body wantonly. This strong and beautiful girl's psychological defense line collapsed after all, revealing her world view. Broken Confused Expression:

"Am I having a nightmare, or..."

"Having a sweet dream?"

……

……

"Very well, she should now think that I'm just an ordinary blood-sucking pervert."

After taking a shower, Le Yu looked in the mirror and found that her injury was almost healed.

"Could it be that fresh puree is better than mixed juice?" Le Yu was a little surprised, he just sucked a little blood from Ming Shuiyun, probably around - no matter how much he was afraid of her weakness or coming to relatives.

After drinking a whole bottle of red juice, the serious injury could only be alleviated, but it healed after sucking fresh blood. Is it true that the fresher the blood bottle, the better?

No, Le Yu quickly rejected the idea. The blood itself has no healing effect, but the action of 'blood-sucking' triggers the passive effect of the blood-drinking eight rice stream, allowing his mental power to automatically guide the streamer to heal the injury.

According to this logic ~www.wuxiaspot.com~, it should be that the blood-sucking ritual of Yueyu is too coquettish, which leads to the super-effective passive effect. If drinking the blood bottle can only trigger 50% of the healing effect, then Le Yu just attacked the beautiful girl in the Moonlight Forest to **** blood, I am afraid that the healing effect is not strengthened to 1000%, and the mental power sings praises for Le Yu's perverted behavior.

Although he discovered the blood-sucking trick of the blood-drinking eight rice-liu, Le Yu did not intend to use this secret. He sucked blood just to scare Ming Shuiyun, he didn't really have such a hobby.

Fortunately, Bloody Badaoliu really has the skills to assist blood-sucking, such as temporarily creating two sharp, light-exploding teeth, otherwise Le Yu would not know how to poke two holes in Ming Shuiyun's neck.

I believe that after such a fright, Ming Shuiyun must have been frightened and frightened by Le Yu, but in order to seek the sword and compete for the throne, he had to compromise and listen to her words.

When I think that my sword master hates and fears me, but I can only listen to my own words, Le Yu feels very refreshed - don't get me wrong, Le Yu is not a psychopath, it is the result of the proletariat's successful resistance to the ruling class A happy heart is a reasonable mood.

All in all, at least Le Yu doesn't have to worry about what the Sword Master thinks of him.

Qing [New] Lan, steady.

After the internal worries are relieved, Le Yu also has to deal with the external troubles.

Sitting at the desk, he picked up the lesson plan written by Qin Yueyang, and started to prepare for his first class——

Main Title: "The Destruction of Silver Blood"

Subtitle: "Research on Jing Zhengwei Doctrine"