Chapter 13
Cutting Flesh and Drink Blood

“Who is it? Come out! Why are you following me?” Wei Zi shouted in the middle of the mountain pass.

The fallen leaves rustled, but no one responded.

Wei Zi turned around. She was about to leave when a breeze blew her body, and somebody held her tightly.

“Mother. Oooh, don’t leave me ……” Someone fell in front of her chest, grabbed her collar, and sobbed in a babyish voice.

She raised this person’s head. Only then did Wei Zi see that it was He Jun, the beautiful beast. He had mistaken her for someone else.

Wei Zi thought when they all said that Fei Ying looked similar to her. A vicious thought was rising in Wei Zi’s heart. She had stayed several days in the Lin Xian Sect, and most of them were Immortal Cultivators who had been enlightened.

She had yet to eat green vegetables and tofu every day, to the point she wanted to vomit. However, where would she be able to find meat and fish here? Except for the beast in front of her.

She gently stroked He Jun’s face and said, “Mother is here. Come with Mother.” She led He Jun to a small cave at the mountain pass.
Wei Zi drew out her sword, which emitted a cold light that shook He Jun’s eyes.

Wei Zi handed the sword to He Jun and said kindly, “Would you like Mother not to leave you …….”

“Uh huh ……” He Jun’s big teary eyes looked at Wei Zi and then nodded.

“But Mother is so hungry. If you cut your meat for Mother to eat, I won’t leave you, okay?” Wei Zi hugged his head and stroked his hair while saying.

“How do I cut my meat for my Mother to eat?” He Jun asked cutely.

“Come, I’ll teach you.” Wei Zi’s hand covered He Jun’s hand, pulling his hand to his arm and ruthlessly cutting it down.

“It …… hurts …… ” He Jun screamed miserably, blood splattered down on the ground.

He Jun’s face was somewhat pale. He pitifully held Wei Zi’s sword, roasting the piece of flesh she cut off in front of the fire for her.

The aroma was fragrant and tempting.

“Mother, mother ……” He Jun shouted at Wei Zi, who was in the middle of practicing.

Thin sweat covered Wei Zi’s reddened face. This Demon Cultivation Book was different and too slow. She couldn’t help but want to scold Liu Wu, who didn’t even shoot his yuan yang to her yesterday. But, well, he is not the only man under this sky…

Wei Zi took the roasted meat handed over by He Jun and took a bite. It was delicious and juicy.

Wei Zi looked at He Jun with much gentler eyes.

Wei Zi couldn’t let him die now. She remembered the wound medicine that Liu Wu gave her, so she lifted He Jun’s sleeve and sprinkled it on the wound for him.

“Did it hurt?” Wei Zi asked.

He Jun smiled and then shook his head.

What a fool, Wei Zi said in her heart. She stroked He Jun’s black hair and said, “Remember, you can only come over and call me mother when it’s just the two of us. Otherwise, I’m going to leave you. Do you understand?”

“Uh-huh, Mother.” He Jun obediently rested on Wei Zi’s knees, feeling her body heat.

“Mother, are you thirsty?” He Jun looked at Wei Zi pleasingly, his eyes filled with sincerity.

Wei Zi was puzzled.

“I’ll give Mother some water to drink.” He Jun distanced himself and cut open his veins, then reached out to feed the gurgling blood to Wei Zi.

Wei Zi felt nothing but sweetness in her throat, and a warmth wrapped around her entire body. She felt her aura had increased by a few more points.

“He Jun, He Jun, where are you?” He Luan was calling her foolish brother. Well, it’s okay. He can never get lost in the Lin Xian Sect.

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Author notes: The heroine is simple and unpretentious woman.