Lin Zizheng sat beside Qin Mo with gaze fixated on him, a blood-thirsty light flas.h.i.+ng in his eyes. Who was it? Who dared to hurt his Ds.h.i.+xiong? His fingertips trembled as he reached for Qin Mo's b.l.o.o.d.y collar.
A white shadow burst from Qin Mo's arms and appeared before him. Lin Zizheng narrowed his eyes at the little fox standing in front of Ds.h.i.+xiong to block his hand.
“Hmm!” With a cold snort, he lifted his cuff, and a black light flew toward the little fox.
In a flash of white, it avoided the attack, and Lin Zizheng eyes widened a little with surprise. He did not expect the fox to escape his attack.
Nevertheless, his mouth curled upward in a mocking curve. His hands s.h.i.+fted, and a fine black silk appeared, wrapping tight around the little fox.
Displeased with the capture of the little fox, Lin Zizheng's brow wrinkled, and he flung it to the far corner.
The little fox stood up awkwardly, still tied up by the unknown black thread, and scowled at Lin Zizheng. If it wasn't recovering still, such a child wouldn't bully it.
After handling the fox, Li Zizheng's gaze once again focused on Qin Mo. Without hesitation, both hands untie his lapel.
His hands clenched into fists when he saw the damage, sorrow alight in his eyes.
There was a terrible, bloodied hole in the jade-like shoulder that should have been flawless. This was where that Attendant Meng's spear landed, and crimson blood flowed from the wound.
Lin Zizheng's eyes darkened, and he whispered, “Ds.h.i.+xiong…” He caressed the wound but, as if scalded by the blood, quickly retracted his hand.
He looked at the vermilion smeared on his fingertips, and his eyes flashed. This was the blood of his Ds.h.i.+xiong. Unconsciously, his tongue slipped past his lips and licked the blood from his fingers.
They were soon cleaned as if they were never dyed crimson. He turned to Qin Mo again, pupils red. He lowered his head and licked the blood away little by little.
When he raised his head again, his lips were stained just as red, and the pallor of his skin looked ghostly. He did not care. His tongue swept over his red lips, and his voice was strange when he spoke, "Ds.h.i.+xiong's blood is sweet!"
There was no trace of it left on Qin Mo, but the brutal wound was still the same. Lin Zizheng took out a jade bottle from his bag and tapped out a yellow pill.
He found five of these pills in a mysterious cave during the small heavenly grottos compet.i.tion. So long as the cultivator still had a trace of life left, it could bring them back to full health no matter how grievous the injury.
He crushed the pill to find powder in his palm and sprinkled it onto his Ds.h.i.+xiong's wound. It healed rapidly, visible to the naked eye.
As it healed, Lin Zizheng took out another one and looked down at Qin Mo. His gaze finally settled on his thin, pale lips. This pill, it needed to be consumed to get its best effect…
His tongue swept over his lips again at this thought, and antic.i.p.ation welled within him. Setting the pill against the flat of his tongue, he lowered his head to Qin Mo's.
Qin Mo's breath was warm. Lin Zizheng narrowed his eyes. Even unconscious, his Ds.h.i.+xiong was still so warm. He pushed the pill from his mouth into Qin Mo's and the sensation on the tip of his tongue made him reluctant to pull away.
Red filled the little fox's vision. This b.a.s.t.a.r.d dared to violate Qin Mo like this, d.a.m.n it! It struggled harder, but the tight silk did not budge.
Lin Zizheng raised his head and looked down to Qin Mo's pinkish lips, the corners of his mouth rising. He stroked his finger along them
His gaze swept down to the wound on his shoulder, and the tenderness in his eyes vanished. Bloodl.u.s.t sharpened them to narrow slits, and his voice was rough, "Ds.h.i.+xiong, who hurt you?"
With this question in mind, he lowered his head to press his forehead against Qin Mo's. Closing his eyes, his long lashes left pale shadows on his cheeks.
By accident, he learned a secret technique to read someone's mind without hurting them, but it would only work if the other person didn't resist, and it could only read two days' worth of memories. This was enough to learn who tried to murder his Ds.h.i.+xiong.
"Them!" Lin Zizheng smiled with a touch of untold blood-thirst.
"Please, I don't want to see them again," he spoke fiercely as if talking to himself.
But a black shadow materialized beside him, and a strange, ancient voice replied, "Yes!"
"Wait!" Lin Zizheng stopped it as the shadow was about to leave. He thought back to the image of Jin Ling-er kissing Qin Mo. His eyes narrowed, and he dug his nails into the palms of his hands, whispering a command to the shadow.
The shadow disappeared, and Lin Zizheng s.h.i.+fted his attention back to Qin Mo. A complicated look flashed in his gaze, and he muttered, "Ds.h.i.+xiong, I hope you won't blame me. After all, I…" His last sentence dissipated in the air, there was no one else to hear it.
The sound of water rang in Qin Mo's ears, and he s.h.i.+fted a little, opening his eyes.
A young man stood at the entrance of the cave. The fractured sunlight fell behind him, making him look especially warm. A brilliant smile flickered onto his face when he saw Qin Mo had woken. "Ds.h.i.+xiong!" he rushed to his side.
Qin Mo propped up his sore body, clear that this was Lin Zizheng.
"Ds.h.i.+xiong, be careful. Your wound isn't completely healed." Lin Zizheng supported him to his feet.
Qin Mo looked around and remembered that he had entered the cave in a hurry. The last thing he heard wasn't an illusion, but really Lin Zizheng.
Qin Mo completed a cycle of spirit power by reflex and was surprised to find most of his injuries were nearly healed. He looked at Lin Zizheng and understood he must have used one of the best medicine he had on him.
Qin Mo's heart warmed at the thought, and his mouth curled a little. He whispered to Lin Zizheng, "Thank you."
Lin Zizheng spotted the flush of his Ds.h.i.+xiong's ears and his eyes sparkled, sweeping to Qin Mo's thin lips. The memory of that soft touch returned, and he smiled radiantly, "Ds.h.i.+xiong, as long as you're fine!"
When Lin Zizheng didn't inquire about his injuries, Qin Mo was relieved. He wanted to solve this grievance himself. Regardless of Lin Zizheng's ident.i.ty, in his eyes, the boy would always be a child that didn't need to grow up and could stay under his care.