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"Loong Biao, instruct the others to boil two buckets of hot water. Elder sister and I are going to soak in a bath to wash away today's bad luck!" Loong Xiaoyun ordered arrogantly.

"Yes, young master Xiaoyun. I will send someone to do it immediately!" Loong Biao answered respectfully, not daring to show the slightest disrespect.

"En!" Loong Xiaoyun had been humiliated and rolled his eyes for more than ten years. Today, he finally experienced what it was like to be a young master. It was really fun. How many times had he dreamt that he would have a day where he could turn things around? He had never imagined that this day would arrive so soon!

"Younger Brother Yun, aren't you going too far? You stole Loong Xiaochuan's tent, aren't you afraid that he will hold a grudge? " Loong Ziyuan asked worriedly.

"Sis, you're overthinking it!" Loong Xiaoyun explained: "Don't tell me that if I don't rob his tent, he won't hold a grudge? It's the same grudge anyway, so why do we have to look around? I've already done my best to spare his little life! "

"That's true!" Loong Xiaoyun thought about the attack on the river, this must be related to Loong Xiaochuan, but now they're just stealing a tent from him, what's the big deal?

"Come, come, sister, take a good bath, change into clean clothes, then have a good meal! and in the end, a beautiful sleep. Don't forget, what about tomorrow when we still need to hurry to the Thousand Mountain Sect? " Loong Xiaoyun held Loong Ziyuan's hand and walked towards the tent that belonged to Loong Ziyuanang.

Looking at Loong Xiaoyun's arrogant attitude, Loong Xiaochuan was so angry that his lungs were about to explode, but he dared not to say anything. He waited for Loong Xiaoyun to walk far away before he said: "Loong Xiaoyun, I will kill you!"

Loong Biao knew that Loong Xiaochuan was just speaking out of anger, so he didn't care too much about it. Instead, he pinched his nose and reminded him, "Young master, endure the calm for a while. Are you taking a bath and changing your clothes? This smell is really —"

"Taste?" Only then did Loong Xiaochuan realize that his crotch was wet. It was fishy and smelly, and he almost vomited, "Hurry, hurry, help me up, why didn't you warn me earlier! Hurry up! "

After returning to his tent, Loong Xiaoyun quickly took off his clothes and jumped into the bathtub that he had prepared earlier. Due to Loong Xiaoyun's powerful performance today, no one dared to share a tent with him. Loong Xiaoyun was also very happy to be free. He was alone in the warm bath water, and his whole body felt extremely comfortable.

What happened today was like a dream. He almost died at the hands of Hei Lian, but he never thought that disaster would bring him good fortune. Not only was he not dead, his Cultivation Level had been strengthened, and he had even obtained a powerful weapon.

Loong Xiaoyun played with the black sickle in his hand. He no longer felt that the black sickle was heavy. Perhaps he got the approval of the weapon, so it was easy to swing it now.

"This weapon is definitely not an ordinary weapon. Although it's a bit strange, it suits my taste!" Loong Xiaoyun muttered to himself. With this weapon, he would be able to use Hei Lian's ultimate move, Ghost Fear. This way, even if he met a second grade Cultivation Level, he would have the strength to fight.

"From now on, I am your master!" I've heard that all good weapons have a name, so why don't I give you one too! " Loong Xiaoyun thought for a moment, then he took a sharp knife from the side and carved two words on the handle of the black sickle, "Death god!" A good name, if anyone dares to bully me again and look down on me, I will let them have a taste of death!

After playing with the Death Scythe for a while, Loong Xiaoyun reluctantly put it aside. Logically speaking, Loong Xiaoyun should have been scarred after receiving so many wounds. Even if all of them were healed, scars should still be left behind! However, when Loong Xiaoyun looked at his body, not only was there not a single scar, it was instead as smooth and tender as a newborn baby.

This kind of powerful self-recovery ability was originally something that Loong Xiaoyun did not have. Therefore, Loong Xiaoyun naturally associated it with the process of him consuming Hei Lian's blood. When he drank Wu Tie's blood, he had an incomparably carefree feeling. It was as if he was born to be a blood drinker.

His own Soul Nebula was also very strange. It could actually absorb Spiritual Power from blood. This was something Loong Xiaoyun had never seen or heard of. But now, it was truly happening to him. Loong Xiaoyun couldn't explain, why did this happen? He only knew that he had obtained incredible benefits from Hei Lian's blood.

Hei Lian had the Fifth Heaven of Second Grade's Cultivation Level, if he could completely absorb it, it would definitely be a heaven-defying thing. Maybe it was because he had to constantly repair his injured body, which used up a large amount of Spiritual Power. Otherwise, it was very possible that he had increased by more than a small realm.

If he could really raise his Cultivation Level by drinking the blood of others, then would he need to train so hard? A very evil thought emerged in Loong Xiaoyun's mind. If everything was as he thought, he could quickly improve his Cultivation Level in a short time! If he wanted revenge, it would no longer be a dream.

"No, no!" How can I think that? " Loong Xiaoyun shook his head with all his might, "Draining the blood of others, isn't that tantamount to killing! "No, I can't do that!"

"But what if the other party is an enemy? Can I turn waste into treasure? " Another idea popped into Loong Xiaoyun's mind. In this world, there were plenty of people who looked down on him and wanted to kill him, so there was no need to be courteous to these kind of people.

"Let's temporarily call this power the Power of Blood!" Loong Xiaoyun had a plan in his mind. It wasn't impossible to strengthen Cultivation Level by sucking blood, but he had to be a different person and not do anything to innocent people.

"Younger Brother Yun, are you there?" Loong Ziyuan's shout came from outside the tent.

Loong Xiaoyun did not dare to be careless, he quickly replied, "Sister, please wait for a moment, I will come out after I put on my clothes!"

Loong Xiaoyun quickly put on his clothes and came out with his wet hair draped over his shoulders. Loong Ziyuan had changed into a new set of clothes, looking slim and elegant, looking very attractive. Loong Xiaoyun couldn't help but praise her, "Sister, this looks really beautiful. If I wasn't your brother, I would definitely find a way to marry you!"

"Fuck you, can't you be more serious!" Loong Ziyuan smiled, and then finally got to the point, her face becoming serious, "Younger Brother Yun, there is something I must remind you, about you consuming Hei Lian's blood to strengthen the Cultivation Level, you must not spread it, or else there will be endless troubles in the future!"

"Hmm? Sis, are you talking about the Power of Blood? " Loong Xiaoyun asked.