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Linno drank as if he was pouring wine,
In a while, half a jar went down,
A small half of it sprinkled on his chin, neck, and clothes, showing a mess. It wasn't that he deliberately pretended to be forthright, but that jar's mouth was too big,
It wasn't easy to pour every drop into his mouth.
He had just added a lot of wounds to his body,
The burning knife was a little stinging on it. However, Linno and the system had loved and hated each other for hundreds of years,
His nerves were extremely thick,
The last thing he was afraid of was this kind of pure pain — strong wine washed the wound,
This kind of pain that made ordinary people cry for their parents, for Linno, was like scratching an itch.
He didn't care,
Fang Tuo, on the other hand, felt uncomfortable.
But he didn't say anything,
But the corners of his lips pursed even tighter.
Linno took another sip, took a deep breath, and finally turned to look at Fang Tuo for the first time. "What's the matter?"
Fang Tuo said in a deep voice, "There are still two months … It's your birthday."
Linno laughed self-deprecatingly. "So you're here to celebrate my birthday?"
Fang Tuo was silent.
Lin Nuo exhaled and said, "It doesn't matter if you're here to celebrate my birthday or to send me off.
I thank you for both. "
This was an unscientific world,
The lifespan of a cultivator was like the gene lock that Linno read about in science fiction novels in his previous life,
Every time you level up, you unlock a lock,
Every time you add a lifespan,
On the day,
You can't even live a day more. Therefore, cultivators were like dogs chasing after dogs, desperately cultivating and cultivating. Their lives were not as pure as ordinary people.
However, Linno didn't have this problem. His injuries directly made it impossible for him to level up, and he withdrew from this long-distance race between life and time.
There were still two months. It was both his birthday and his death day.
Fang Tuo was silent for a moment before he opened his mouth and said in a dim voice, "I didn't get the life-prolonging fruit."
Linno took another sip in annoyance. "Three thousand years. I've lived long enough. What lifespan? "
"I won't let you die."
Linno held his breath. His hand that was holding the wine jar paused for a moment. He said, "It's not your first time cultivating. The path of cultivation has always been narrower and narrower, and the people by your side have always been fewer and fewer …"
"… I'm currently at the Demigod Stage."
Linno's face instantly turned pale, and the hand holding the wine jar began to tremble. In the end, he flew into a rage and heavily smashed the wine jar on the cliff beside Fang Tuo's face. He said sternly, "Fang Tuo, what the hell have I done wrong to you?!"
He no longer held any hope. With this person's temperament, how could he break his oath and activate the Thousand Threads Gu to find him just to collect his corpse?
"It's I who have wronged you." Fang Tuo closed his eyes. "I'm sorry."
In the next instant, the sky and earth spun. The difference of two great realms made Linno's struggle seem weak and laughable. He gave up the action of pulling his wrist out of Fang Tuo's palm. He gritted his teeth and said, "Fang Tuo, if you dare … I won't rest until you die!"
"Won't rest until you die?" Fang Tuo laughed at himself. "Fine. Then let's not rest until you die!"
He bit down.
Linno fiercely struggled. Fang Tuo crouched down, suppressing his four limbs. He slapped his palm on his chest, scattering the destructive spiritual power that was about to gather in his chest.
Linno's eyes were red. "Scram! Scram! "
Fang Tuo pursed his lips and reached out to pull at his belt.
"Fang Tuo!"
The usually cold voice carried a bit of weakness and pleading. Fang Tuo's hand froze in midair, but then he sealed it with a finger.
Linno's words had not left his mouth before he lost his breath. His back that was arched due to his desperate struggle fell limply. The only thing that could still move was his eyes covered by the black silk.
Linno pursed his lips, his gaze somewhat unfocused through the black silk, looking at the stars in the sky. He silently raised a middle finger in his heart. This f * cked up world, this f * cked up life!
This was not the first time he had fallen into this kind of situation.
Several hundred years ago, he had been waiting in his secret cave for nirvana rebirth. When he woke up, it was like a nightmare.
He had been pressed down by someone in the most unbearable position, but his heart felt like it was flying in the sky. His body was filled and pleased. That person's every movement made him feel extreme happiness. His body trembled with excitement every time he touched …
His mind was blank. He did not want to think of anything. He only wanted to drown in this boundless pleasure and satisfaction …
No! This is not right!
He tried his best to stay awake, but his body and soul seemed to be no longer under his control. His hands fell on that person's shoulders, but they turned into caresses and desires. His words of resistance turned into a bewitching moan.
Linno's heart was cold and somewhat selfish. He did not care about things that he did not care about. But there were some things that he could not tolerate at all.
He had always been more ruthless to himself than to others. He was angry at this man's violence and humiliation, but what he could not tolerate even more was the unbearable desire in his body.
He did not reject physical intercourse, but the premise was that both parties were in love and had to be willing!
He bit his tongue and barely regained a trace of clarity. He spat blood on the man's face and sent him flying. Only then did he realize that he was still seriously injured and did not have the ability to kill. He forced himself to stagger out of the room.
He ran around aimlessly. The first person he saw was the female lead, Lin Ling-er. Linno fell to the ground. He thought that he had escaped, but he did not expect that when he woke up, he was still on the bed. It was just that there were black chains on his hands and feet, firmly confining the spiritual energy in his body. Then he recognized that the man from before was the male lead, Fang Tuo.
In the following days, there was almost no light at all. He tried to escape a few times, but unfortunately, he was always found and brought back. When he ran the furthest, he almost succeeded, but Fang Tuo activated the Thousand Threads Gu and sensed his position, causing him to fail at the last step.
Since then, he completely lost the ability to move. The chains that bound him changed from the Spirit Restricting Chain to the Dragon Trapping Nail in his shoulder.
During that time, he asked the system for help several times. When he was trapped, he asked it to help him escape, but there was no response. After he escaped, he asked it to help him block the Thousand Threads Gu's detection, but there was no response. After he realized that Fang Tuo might be using some kind of method to heal him, he asked it to help him regain the ability to speak and communicate, but there was no response. In the end, he only asked it to block his detection, but there was still no response.
Fortunately, the last few days were not so difficult. After realizing what Linno hated the most, Fang Tuo no longer tried to arouse his desire. There was no touching, no foreplay, and he tried his best not to touch his skin. He only used a black ribbon to cover his eyes, and then drove straight in.
Sometimes, Lin Nuo would even think: So ruthless, as if he killed his father … To do such a thing to a man, our sexually normal male lead-sama might be even more disgusted than him, right?
On the other hand, because he couldn't bear the fierce impact, his physiological tears soaked the ribbons that covered his eyes.
He didn't know how many days and nights had passed. Fang Tuo washed his body as usual, changed him into a soft robe, and untied the ribbons that covered his eyes … Then, he placed his sword, robe, and spatial artifact one by one in front of him. Finally, he pulled out the artifact that restricted him from his shoulder.
Linno calmly watched the dragon-shaped jade nail leave his body with a few drops of blood. Then, he slapped the man who was about to open his mouth to say the first word.
The Departing Sword felt its master's call. With a happy cry, it flew into Linno's palm, and then it slashed horizontally, leaving a deep wound on Fang Tuo's body.
Linno's face was calm, but his hand didn't have the slightest bit of mercy. In his two thousand years of cultivation, this was the first time he had such a strong killing intent towards a person.
The system screamed in his mind, issuing an ear-piercing alarm. Linno sneered. Not to mention that he was some nuisance of a male lead, even if he was a celestial being or an immortal emperor, he would still chop him into minced meat today.
That battle lasted for no less than three days and three nights. The surrounding hundreds of miles of mountains and rivers were turned into fine powder.
His power was completely restored, and he even advanced by a realm. On the other hand, Fang Tuo seemed to have consumed a lot of energy, and was not his opponent. However, when he gained the upper hand, Lin Ling-er came and began to chatter incessantly.
She told him that he had been in a coma for hundreds of years. She told him that it was because Fang Tuo had given him a magical medicine that could freeze any injury that he was able to live until now. She told him that in these hundreds of years, Fang Tuo had brought him to countless secret realms, searching for countless elixirs in an attempt to heal his injuries … Finally, she told him that because his lifespan was nearing its end, Fang Tuo had no choice but to use the ancient divine object, the Thousand Threads Gu, that he had found after narrowly escaping death. Under the effect of the Gu, half of his cultivation was transferred to him, and only then was he able to heal his injuries, raise his realm, and prolong his lifespan. For this reason, Fang Tuo had dropped an entire realm, and hundreds of years of cultivation went up in smoke …
Linno was so angry that he almost laughed. Did he have to thank the male lead for his selfless sacrifice?
But, did anyone ask him if he needed to sacrifice himself? Did anyone ask him if he was willing to use this method to survive?
He originally thought that his heavy injuries were still due to the failure of Nirvana, but it turned out that it was because of that "magical medicine", and even half of the Nirvana power in his body was absorbed by the male lead! He should have been able to recover and obtain supreme talent, but now he had inexplicably been in a coma for hundreds of years. His foundation was damaged, and there was no hope for immortality. He had also suffered such humiliation, and now he was supposed to be grateful?
He swept his sword, and the male and female leads were involved in the attack. Since you are so noble, then you should die together!
However, he did not succeed in the end, not because he was moved by Lin Ling-er's words, but because there was a thief in his house.
After the system failed to obstruct him, it actually shamelessly issued a mission to protect the male and female leads, and immediately began to punish him with a "negative mission", and even tried to take control of his body.
He was now ruthless, and even the system could not control him. However, under the interference of the system, Fang Tuo and Lin Ling-er escaped from his sword again and again.
At this moment, Linno's body also began to show signs of abnormality. When others reached his realm, their spiritual energy would circulate endlessly, and not to mention three days and three nights, even three years would not be a problem. However, he was already showing signs of fatigue, and with the system causing trouble, it was impossible for him to kill them.
He stopped attacking, and pointed his sword at the tottering male and female leads, forcing Fang Tuo to swear that he would never trigger the Thousand Threads Gu poison.
At that time, Fang Tuo used his pair of dark eyes to look at him gloomily, and after a long silence, he made a heart demon oath.
If he made a heart demon oath, he would be haunted by the heart demon during the tribulation, and he would have a slim chance of surviving.
In the end, Linno turned and left without looking back. He did not ask Fang Tuo to remove the Thousand Threads Gu, because he knew that once that thing was planted, there was no way to remove it.
The Thousand Threads Gu was another golden finger that the author gave to the male lead. He probably thought that the male lead's cultivation progress was too slow, so he came up with this thing. There was only one pair in the world, and it was the only divine item in the world that could allow people to advance quickly without any hidden dangers.
According to legend, this thing was refined by a powerful person in ancient times, so that his sweetheart with low cultivation could share immortality with him. As long as the male and female Gu were consumed separately, when their spirit and flesh intertwined, they could share their cultivation, realm, aptitude, and so on. In addition, there were some small functions that increased the couple's interest. For example, as long as the male Gu was moved, the other party's desire would soar, and they would be unable to control themselves. For example, if the two parties were connected, they could sense each other's location. For example, if one party was aroused during intercourse, the other party would also be unable to control themselves.
It was a pity that this item was too difficult to refine. His lover had passed away before he could finish, so this item was left behind.
In the original work, the male lead fell into a lost ancient land and was seriously injured. He met a "Goddess" who had lived for tens of thousands of years and had amazing cultivation. The Goddess recognized him as her lover in her previous life. In order to save him, she gave him the Thousand Threads Gu and dual cultivated with him. She also gave him half of her cultivation.
In fact, although the female lead of this novel was Lin Ling-er in name, the only one who really had a physical relationship with the male lead was the short-lived Goddess.
But now, the Goddess was nowhere to be found, and the ones who planted the Thousand Threads Gu inexplicably became him and Fang Tuo.
Lin Nuo couldn't wait to drag that unscrupulous author out and strangle him to death. The matter between men and women is the exchange of P1S with P1S. If you don't understand, go back and ask your biology teacher. Why are you writing such nonsense!
If he had known that this lunatic Fang Tuo would do the same thing, he would have killed him the last time they met! It wasn't that he didn't have a chance!
Ever since the battle with Fang Tuo, Linno avoided Fang Tuo. But four hundred years ago, he still met him once, and it was him who bumped into him.
Four hundred years ago, Linno, who had nothing to do, accidentally drifted a little too far away and lost his direction. So, he activated the formation plate again. His array disc's fixed point teleportation location was set in his own secret nest, which was the place where he had once prepared to undergo Nirvana. He had not returned for a long time, but when he opened his eyes this time, he saw Fang Tuo who had taken over his nest.
But Fang Tuo didn't see him. Fang Tuo was about to die.
Linno drank like he was pouring wine. After a while, half of the jug was gone. A small part of the jug spilled on his chin, neck, and clothes. It was a mess. It wasn't that he deliberately pretended to be generous, but the jug's mouth was too big. It wasn't easy to drink it all.
There were a lot of wounds on his body, and it was a little painful when the burning knife spilled on them. But Linno had been fighting with the System for hundreds of years. His nerves were incomparably thick, and he wasn't afraid of this kind of simple pain. Washing his wounds with strong alcohol, this kind of pain that would make an ordinary person cry for their parents, was just like scratching an itch for Linno.
He didn't care, but Fang Tuo felt uncomfortable. He didn't say anything, but the corners of his lips tightened.
Linno drank another mouthful, took a deep breath, and finally turned to look at Fang Tuo. "What's the matter?"
Fang Tuo said in a low voice, "There are still two months … it's your birthday."
Linno laughed at himself. "So you're here to celebrate my birthday?"
Fang Tuo was silent.
Lin Nuo exhaled and said, "I don't care if you're here to celebrate my birthday or to send me off. Thank you."
In this unscientific world, the lifespan of cultivators was like the gene lock that Linno had seen in science fiction novels in his previous life. Every time you leveled up, you unlocked the lock and increased your lifespan. When the time came, you couldn't even live a day longer. So all day long, cultivators were like dogs, desperately cultivating and cultivating. Their lives weren't even as pure as ordinary people's.
But Linno didn't have this problem. His injuries directly made it impossible for him to level up, and he withdrew from this long-distance race between life and time.
There were still two months. It was both his birthday and his death anniversary.
Fang Tuo was silent for a moment before he opened his mouth. His voice was gloomy. "I wasn't able to snatch the Life Extension Fruit."
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