God level hypnotist

Chapter 59

It was a tall and slender young man with untied black hair, splashed down like ink, entwined on the wide sleeves of the moon-white robe, coming with the wind, hunting.

He didn't seem to pay attention to everything around him at all, he just stared at the deep eyes that looked like dots of lacquer, glanced forward casually, then closed his eyes, and came straight.

"Give him to me." He stopped in front of the woman, his beautiful thin lips parted slightly, and his voice was as cool as water.

Hongyu gritted her teeth, and looked at the person in front of her with gloomy eyes.

However, within a few months, the young man seemed to be a different person. Although he still had the same appearance, there was an uncontrollable monstrous aura that escaped from his eyes.

The eyes are like autumn water implying, and also like the rolling of giant waves. When you raise your eyebrows or squint your eyes, it will make people linger and frighten.

This is a characteristic unique to a powerful fox demon.

Not only that, the coercion pervading Meng Heng's body is completely different from the past!

She could feel a powerful breath from him that she had never felt before.

It is somewhat similar to Xuan Yulang, but also somewhat different.

Although it was slightly inferior to the shuddering and pure sinister aura from Xuan Yulang, it was mixed with an admirable and admirable aura.

Hot and warm like the sun.

Even a fox with her level of cultivation couldn't resist.

Hongyu's face was so gloomy that she could squeeze out water.

In just a few short months, what happened to the other party? !She has never seen the effect of cultivation that can change her appearance and advance thousands of miles every day!

Seeing that the woman didn't answer, Meng Heng was not in a hurry, instead he smiled leisurely, like the sun shining on the leaves of a tree, making those who looked at him feel itchy.

"I'll say it again, leave him to me." After saying that, he lazily put away his smile, and cast his eyes as deep as the sea over, and glanced at the woman.

Clouds rolled over, the coercion no longer restrained, and it came overwhelming.

With just one glance, she was unable to resist, like being struck by lightning.

Her fingers slowly loosened the shackles on the youth.

Meng Heng glanced at her approvingly, reached out to take the young man, put it on his shoulder, turned around and was about to leave.

At this moment, a group of little monsters around him struggled to surround them.

Although they were also shocked by the powerful aura exuded by the young man and suffered terribly, at this moment they dared not let the two of them go.

Meng Heng chuckled lightly, and glanced across the group of monsters.

"You are ordered by Hongyu, and you obey the nature of the demon, and you are helpless. Therefore, I have no intention of embarrassing you. I just ask you to see the situation clearly and act according to the trend. Don't follow Hongyu to do evil again."

With a deep and gentle tone, he used half of his spiritual power to spit out these words word by word, like a bell in the morning and a drum in the evening, shocking people's hearts.

The demons only felt their hearts tremble, and couldn't help being in a trance. When they regained their senses, the young man had long disappeared in front of them.

Surrounded by a group of guards with knives who did not know when, they took the black black iron and locked them up firmly without saying a word.

Although it is not difficult for a monster to hide and escape from a predicament, the words of the young man before he left seemed to have taken root in his heart, and they echoed in his mind for a long time, and they couldn't resist. Just like this, he let the guards tie him up and was driven over by him.

Only Hongyu escaped silently, apparently struggling to escape.

The guards searched around for a while but failed, and seeing that it was getting late, it was really not suitable to stay for a long time, so they had to give up. Fortunately, they had already grasped the other party's handle, so they listened to the order of the third prince, who was dressed in casual clothes, and together with Li Qing and the others packed up the troops. Back to Beijing.

However, His Royal Highness, who was rescued by Doctor Meng, was quite reassuringly ignored.

To them, this was unexpected, but more reassuring than planned.

Over there, Meng Heng used his spiritual power to half-carry and half-support Xiao Yu all the way to the west. It was not strenuous, so he was not in a hurry. He just walked slowly on the vast wasteland, as if he was going with the beautiful sunset.

The stars in the east are gradually rising, the dusk is all together, and the evening wind is blowing.

Xiao Yu stared straight at Meng Heng's soft and moving side face hidden in the sunset light, the surprise and ecstasy in his eyes gradually settled down, and turned into a deep look that was too thick to dissolve.

Meng Heng laughed softly and said, "Why, you don't recognize me after a few months?"

"Or, you see me but don't dare to recognize me?" He glanced at the young man with a smile that was not a smile, his voice was light and soft, like this cool wind, blowing past his ears.

Xiao Yu opened his mouth, as if he wanted to say something, but he kept silent. After a while, his throat moved slightly, and he said in a hoarse voice, "Heng'er, how did you find this place?"

Then, suddenly appeared in front of me?

But he swallowed the second half of the sentence, together with the past few months of Xun Mimi, he suppressed it in his heart.

Meng Heng raised his eyebrows, the smile on his lips didn't fade away, but he didn't look at the young man, he just said indifferently: "I was just passing by here, and I happened to see your guards wandering around in this vast wasteland, lost in thought, so I just Arise, and come here with them."

After finishing speaking, he paused for a moment and said, "I didn't expect to meet you."

What he said was careless and full of loopholes, but Xiao Yu didn't have the mood to ask carefully at this time, he just felt that the joy and sorrow overflowing from the bottom of his heart were about to overwhelm him.

He stared at the boy without blinking, seemingly tireless.

"It's good that you're fine." All kinds of complex emotions, questions and worries piled up in his heart, and he couldn't ask any questions. After a long time, he sighed softly.

Meng Heng couldn't help sneering: "You still have time to care about me? Don't look at what you have become."

He stretched out a finger to poke between the neck of the man on his shoulder, concentrating slightly, feeling the strength of the breath flowing through his pulse.

But he frowned.

This person is already too weak, and his vitality has been sucked by all the monsters to the point where there is not much left. I am afraid that if he is one step late, he will...

He couldn't help but see a gloomy look in his eyes.But he gently put the young man in one place with his hands, and he took out a dagger that he carried with him, and tied up his sleeves casually, revealing a piece of jade white arm.

Wherever the dagger passed, a bloodstain suddenly appeared on Bai Shengsheng's wrist.

The young man exclaimed, but he was powerless to stop it, so he had to watch the young man move helplessly.

Meng Heng smiled at him indifferently, raised his arm and took a few mouthfuls of the gurgling blood, but he didn't swallow it, just kept it in his mouth, sitting cross-legged on the ground, recalling his daily practice experience in his heart, and took the mouthful The yin-closing qi mixed in the fresh blood was slowly suppressed, and then guided into his abdomen, leaving only the pure and warm yang qi.

This is probably the biggest income he has gained from wandering in Yumian Mountain for two months.

Try to control the two strands of breath that are entangled back and forth in the blood, make them mutually support each other, and use them for your own use.

Although he hasn't reached the point of perfection, it is still possible to temper a mouthful of blood to replenish a little Yuanyang for others.

It is said that only he himself can do this.Whether it's Hongyu, or the many fox monsters in Yumian Mountain who are staring at him, they can only look at his own blood and sigh.

Hateful but also ridiculous.

Unexpectedly, in his second life, the blood in his body would become a treasure. This fact is more or less unreal.

He withdrew his thoughts, leaned over to the pale and weak young man's lips, pressed the mouthful of blood and said in a muffled voice, "Open your mouth."

The vague voice was slightly hoarse, different from the usual clear voice, but it was even more mind-boggling.

The young man's expression was a little dazed when he was touched by the warm breath that was close at hand.

Meng Heng raised his watery and deep eyes, and smiled evilly: "Don't you dare drink my blood?"

Xiao Yu didn't answer, but his eyes couldn't help but stop on the boy's blood-stained lips.

Dazzling and coquettish red.

He felt that his throat was slightly dry, and his cheek seemed to be scalded by something, which made him flustered by the heat.

However, the young man let out a low laugh, and then his jaw was pinched, and a pair of warm, soft lips with a fishy-sweet smell were caught off guard.

A stream of hot liquid flowed slowly, and the young man seemed to think the speed was too slow, so he stuck out his tongue and pressed it against the tip of his tongue.

The last sliver of sanity was completely lost, and Xiao Yu felt his brain explode, and his whole body was as hot as being placed on boiling water, with a trembling that was both anxious and drowsy.

Breathing became uncontrollably short, Xiao Yu couldn't help but raised his hand to caress the back of the boy's head, his strength gradually sank, and he held the boy tightly, and the tongue that was entwined with the boy also turned from defense to offense, obsessed and cautious He kissed and pecked inch by inch.

It's like treating a lost and found treasure.

Until now, he finally had some real feeling of the boy returning to him, not the phantom in the dream, nor the blurred figure buried in the memory, but the real, intact Heng'er.

A trace of sourness welled up from the tip of the nose, and tears of bitterness and joy snaked down the corners of the youth's closed eyes and flowed between the lips and teeth of the two.

Meng Heng was slightly stunned for a moment, his heart softened as his thoughts turned, and he couldn't help but lightly raised his arms to hug the young man tightly, closed his eyelids slightly, and indulged in the tight lips and tongues of the two.