East China Sea dust

Chapter 104

The young man shrank in the corner of the wall and couldn't avoid it. The antlers were poked out suddenly, and the pain that surged up like a tide immediately forced him to tears from the corners of his eyes. A pair of round almond eyes widened and stared at Ao Dingbo.

It's a pity that without the blessing of powerful demon power, the deer demon itself has the small body of a young man.In this way, not only did the eyes not have the slightest deterrent effect, but it made Ao Dingbo's mouth itch, and he couldn't help teasing him.

"Tsk," Ao Dingbo deliberately pretended to be sloppy, squatting in front of the hay mat and sucking his teeth: "Little devil, what's your name?"

The deer demon covered the antlers in front of his forehead, then grabbed a piece of moss with soil on the wall with his backhand and threw it towards the person, saying in a rough voice: "I didn't tell you!"

Following his movements, the golden light of the spirit binding lock flashed, and a thin red mark was instantly branded on the young man's wrist. The fine runes on the chain seemed to be engraved on the fair skin, and the already weak spiritual power of the deer demon suddenly disappeared. Was suppressed a bit.

"Oh!" The young man flinched and couldn't help crying out in pain.

Ao Dingbo dodged to avoid the soiled wall, and brushed off the dirt on his shoulders with his hand, the smile on his face disappeared little by little: "Toast is not a fine wine."

At this time, a flash of lightning suddenly struck outside the house, and the dark wind summoned by the Dragon King of the South China Sea howled furiously, blowing the branches and leaves of the phoenix trees in the courtyard tottering.The silver-white light flashed across the woodshed, illuminating his gloomy side face.

Ao Zhan stood behind with his arms crossed, his expression equally unkind.

The deer demon has only grown into an adult for several months, and has not recovered from the severe pain in his limbs. What he saw was such a gloomy scene.

In front of him were two big dragons, one green and one red, staring at each other. Finally, the young man couldn't help but hugged his knees and rubbed his back. His back was pressed against the cold wall, half of his small face was buried in his arms, and his expression was full of defense.

Ao Dingbo was the closest to him, half-closed his eyes and moved closer, with dragon scales gradually growing on his cheeks, and a pair of red vertical pupils looked extraordinarily coquettish and terrifying in the night of lightning and thunder.

The might of the real dragon descended overwhelmingly, enveloping the deer demon like a flood, making him almost unable to breathe.

Because of this, her cheeks flushed abnormally, and the deer demon couldn't help opening her mouth wide to inhale, and couldn't help touching her throat with both hands and scratching it a few times.

Seeing the ice-cold light flashing from the tip of the dragon claw under the electric light, the despair in the young man's eyes was fleeting, and he closed his eyes the moment the palm ignited by the dragon flame swung down heavily——

In an instant, the suffocation disappeared like an ebb tide.The wind and rain outside the house receded in an instant, leaving only the bright moonlight sneaking in through the window cracks.

Ao Dingbo's face could not find the slightest trace of evil spirits. With his clean and round fingertips, he picked up a corner of the bright white gauze at the neckline of the young man, glanced down and said meaningfully: "Tong Ling, you are a good man." name."

Under the collar of the young man was a deep red brand mark the size of a copper coin, with the word "Tong Ling" engraved in the middle.The brand mark landed right above the collarbone, and it was particularly eye-catching against Bai Shengsheng's skin.

Tong Ling's cheeks lost all blood, and regardless of the burning pain caused by the binding lock, he opened Ao Dingbo's right hand, which was holding his neckline, and gritted his teeth and said angrily, "You!"

Ao Dingbo stood up, and snapped his fingers casually to make the spirit binding lock tighter: "It turned out to be the Dian Cang Seal, but that bald donkey has some skills."

Hearing this, Ao Zhan took a step forward, looked down at the deer demon curled up on the pile of straw, and said, "Dian Cangyin?"

"Well," Ao Dingbo nodded, looking at Tong Ling with an unprecedented sense of pity in his eyes: "Dian Cang Yin was originally a forbidden technique of the monster clan, although the monsters that have been branded with the Dot Cang Seal can be used in the world, it can be used as a weapon." The demon power has skyrocketed in a short period of time, but from then on it must be manipulated by the caster forever and cannot escape. This brand on the neck is proof."

"Ah, there is one more thing," Ao Dingbo said after a pause, and added: "This seal must be refined repeatedly for seven to forty-nine days with the inner pill of the flesh and blood of the monster's relatives before it can be completed."

Stretching out his toes and kicking the boy's thin back a few times, Ao Dingbo raised his eyebrows and asked softly: "Little devil, did that bald donkey kill your father or your mother?"

As soon as the words fell, the deer demon, who was still curled up in the corner of the wall, suddenly stretched out a carp, opened its mouth towards Ao Dingbo's calf, and bit down fiercely, the sharp tiger teeth sank into the fabric, leaving two shallow pits.

"Hiss," Leng Buding was bitten, and although he couldn't penetrate the silk protection at all, the red-haired and red-eyed young man lowered his face and said angrily, "Let go!"

Tong Ling's eyes, which were already stained with a layer of light pink, stared round at this moment, and he refused to let go, and his gloomy eyebrows were now even more stained with a layer of hazy darkness.

It wasn't until Ao Dingbo leaned down and stretched out his hands to pinch the young man's sharp and thin chin and forcefully tore him apart that the deer demon stopped.

Tong Ling let out a rough gasp, a wound opened at the corner of her mouth, and the bright red blood dripped down her chin, and was instantly buried between the layers of clothing around her neck.

Ao Dingbo murmured softly: "It's quite fierce."

After letting go, he bared his teeth at the boy, and Ao Dingbo deliberately made a fierce expression, trying to scare him.

Finally, Ao Zhan couldn't help kicking his younger brother's ass, and warned in a low voice: "Do business."

It was only then that Chilong was willing to restrain himself, maintained a half-squat posture, and cleared his throat in embarrassment.

"I'm talking about you," Ao Dingbo simply planed over half of the hay and sat on it, looking at the deer demon at the same level: "It is said that the hatred of killing one's father is irreconcilable, why do you see that you are still desperate for that bald donkey? But the most insidious of the forbidden techniques, the Diancang Seal... don't you hate it at all?"

Coupled with Chilong's exaggerated tone between words, it can be said to be extremely capable of sowing discord.

Who would have thought that Tong Ling just raised his hand to gently wipe off the blood from the corner of his mouth, and after listening to Ao Dingbo's long speech, he just raised the corner of his lips and let out a sneer.

Perhaps it was the innate ability of the Bailu clan, the young man's face was exquisite and his features were delicate, even if he was mocking him with a cold face, his snow-white eyelash feathers and pale pink round pupils were gorgeous enough.

"Hate? Why hate?" Tong Ling asked back: "The relationship between monsters and beasts is a relationship between the weak and the strong. Even if he doesn't kill him, I will have to fight with him in the future when we compete for the Deer King."

"Flesh and blood of close relatives, how can it compare to the desire for supreme demon power."

The young man's voice was cold and cold: "Xuan Lan helped me so much, Tong Ling couldn't wish for it." Between the words, there was a trace of obsession with Xuan Lan's pathology in his eyes.

"..."

Ao Dingbo, who liked to cling to his elder brother and roll around like a baby, had a distorted expression for a moment when he heard the kid spit out such a lot of words that didn't fit his age.

Just because what Tong Ling said was right, the relationship between Yaozu was mostly as fragile as ice, which made it even more obvious that his relationship with Ao Zhan was abnormally close.

After the boy said that, he clenched his lower lip, allowing the wound just now to tear open again, licking the bloody smell with the tip of his tongue, and the cold look in his eyes was revealed.

Ao Zhan noticed the unnatural expression on Ao Dingbo's face, frowned lightly, stepped forward with folded arms, and said, "Just because you don't hate him doesn't mean Xuan Lan will care about you."

"Oh," the young man turned his head away with a snort, and said in a low voice, "I know."

At this time, Ao Dingbo finally came back to his senses, suffocated his bad breath, and echoed Ao Zhan: "Oh, this kid passed out at the time, and he didn't know that his good master took the witch to escape and threw him on the weed pile Didn't even look inside."

He held his chin and smiled and said, "Now I understand why we caught him so easily, huh?"

"... Enough!" Finally, Tong Ling couldn't help interrupting Ao Dingbo, and said through gritted teeth, "You don't need to tell me, I already know this."

Ao Zhan glanced at him condescendingly: "Since this is the case, is it okay to let Xuanlan lose one monster today?"

"It's useless, the life of a monster is nothing to him at all," Tong Ling's lips curled up in a strange arc: "Even if you kill me now, you can't threaten Xuan Lan at all."

Ao Dingbo smiled so much that he showed his white teeth, tilted his head and asked, "Really?"

For no reason, Tong Ling heard a hint of threat from the man's ending voice, and suddenly felt the chill in her heart when she was a child when she was stared at by other ferocious beasts in the mountains.

Before he could figure it out, he felt a sudden tightening of his neck.

Immediately afterwards, there was a burst of dizziness, and when the foreground became clear again, Tong Ling found that her feet were already in the air—the whole person was lifted up by Ao Dingbo's neck, unable to struggle.

The boy quickly blushed due to lack of oxygen, coughed several times, couldn't help stretching out his hand and scratching Chilong's wrist feebly, trying to rescue himself from the suffocation.

The Diancang seal on the collarbone shone brightly as if inspired. If Xuanlan had the heart, he would have noticed that the monster that made a contract with him might not be safe at this time.

Ao Dingbo still had that bright smile on his face, and his tone was quite hearty when he spoke: "Why don't you give it a try and see if that bald donkey will come to rescue you?"

I don't know how long it took until Tong Ling's struggling movements became weak, his pupils became dilated, and his lips became blue and purple.

Even so, outside the firewood room is still calm.

Sure enough, no half of the figure appeared.

Seeing this, Ao Dingbo snorted softly, loosened the shackles between the young man's neck, and cursed in a low voice, "You bastard" outside the door.

Tong Ling was released suddenly, her knees softened, and she immediately fell down on the hay mat, covering the red marks on her neck with her hands, and coughing loudly while taking a deep breath.

Ao Zhan has been watching from the sidelines since the moment he entered the firewood room, and now he is looking at the open space outside the door without leaving any traces from the corner of his eye, and he has not found the spiritual power belonging to Xuanlan after several times of careful feeling.

Only then did it finally confirm that Tong Ling could not be used to lure the snake out of the cave.

"Tch, shameless villain..." Ao Dingbo patted the grass clippings on the hem of his clothes and muttered a few words, then looked back at the White Deer Demon who seemed to be coughing up half his life, and said lazily: "Forget it, I will spare your life today." After speaking, he wanted to leave the firewood room with Ao Zhan.

Unexpectedly, at the moment when the two turned around, the young man who had been hanging his head in the corner suddenly said with an unusually hoarse voice: "...wait a minute."

Ao Dingbo scratched his head, looked back, and said bluntly: "What else do you want?"

Tong Ling propped his hands on his side at this time, his thin body was even thinner under the light of the kerosene lamp, and his pale pink eyes were completely covered by the white hair falling from his forehead, and he whispered to Ao Dingbo : "How about making a deal?"

"I can tell you where their hiding place is, and accordingly...you have to exchange Zhang Ningyue's life."