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The man smiled wickedly, his gaze fixed on Qiao Sheng's neck as he said, "You have so many questions, which one should I answer?"

Qiao Sheng looked at him coldly and did not say a word.

The man could not maintain his smile anymore and said, "How about we make an agreement? You provide me with blood and I will protect you."

"Why did I make an agreement with you?" Qiao Sheng knew that he was not a match for the man. He pursed his lips and turned around to leave, at the same time taking precautions against the man's sudden attack from behind.

A bloody light flashed in the man's eyes. He reached out his hand to grab Qiao Sheng, but Qiao Sheng dodged to the side and the two of them started fighting again.

With a bang, Qiao Sheng crashed into a rock and spat out a mouthful of blood.

The man said regretfully, "What a waste, your blood."

Qiao Sheng wanted to raise his sword, but the man was the first to stand in front of him. A shadow fell, and Qiao Sheng's eyes flashed. Then, he narrowed his eyes and spat out two words from his mouth, "Yes."

"Ding! Triggered side mission. Mr. Qiao, please attack the person in front of you."

"I refuse." This man was not to be trifled with. He probably could not kill him.

"Mr. Qiao, you have no right to refuse."

"Heh..." Qiao Sheng sneered in his heart.

The man bent down and swiped the tip of his finger across the corner of Qiao Sheng's mouth. He wiped off the blood and sent it into his own mouth, "Good boy."

He picked Qiao Sheng up by the waist and his nostrils were filled with the smell of Qiao Sheng's blood. This time, Qiao Sheng was bleeding a lot and his face had turned pale.

Even Qiao Sheng, who was about to break through to the Nascent Soul Stage, was no match for the man. The man lowered his head to look at the unconscious Qiao Sheng and said in a low voice, "You should be glad that you have the blood of the divine vein flowing in your body."

...

When Qiao Sheng woke up, he found himself in bed.

He seemed to have not slept in bed for a long time, and his mood was a little strange.

He got up and took a bronze mirror. The image in the mirror was blurry. There was a white strip around his neck, and there was a faint red color seeping out.

As soon as he put down the bronze door, it was pushed open. The man was dressed in white, his hair was tied up with a crown, and he was holding a green folding fan in his hand.

Qiao Sheng had no interest in looking at it again after one glance. He sat up, took out a few tomes from the storage ring and placed them beside him. He casually picked up one and flipped it open.

The man walked over and used his folding fan to lift Qiao Sheng's chin and looked into his eyes: "What's wrong? Am I not good-looking?"

There was a trace of disdain in Qiao Sheng's eyes as he said frankly, "The first time I saw you in the coffin, I liked you."

The man's smile was frivolous as he used his hand to pinch Qiao Sheng's chin, "What about now?"

Qiao Sheng slapped the man's hand away, "I don't have good eyesight."

... ""

Flipping another page of the book in his hand, Qiao Sheng said without raising his head, "Go and find someone for me. His name is Ye Qingming."

The man looked at the red back of his hand and his eyes turned cold. He grabbed Qiao Sheng by the neck and lowered his head to Qiao Sheng's face. He said coldly, "What right do you have to ask me? Hmm?"

The unhealed wound on Qiao Sheng's neck split open again. Blood seeped out and dyed his neck red. His face was a little blue. It was a feeling of suffocation.

However, Qiao Sheng laughed and said in a low voice, "You can use more strength if you want to drink the blood of a dead person."

"Are you threatening me?" The man increased his strength again. At this moment, Qiao Sheng was extremely weak. If he exerted even a little more strength, this person would die in his hands.

"Yes, threatening." If the other party was not threatened by him, he would just fail the mission.

"Ding! I need to remind Mr. Qiao that if you fail the first mission, you will be killed." If he failed the first mission, then the host's strength could be seen. He would go and find the next host.

... "" Qiao Sheng's eyes were filled with gloom as he stared at the man. This was a huge gamble. If he lost, he would pay with his life.

As time passed, Qiao Sheng opened his mouth and gasped for breath with great difficulty. The tip of his scarlet tongue was faintly discernible behind his white teeth.

The man's heart skipped a beat and he let go of his hand. He licked the corner of his mouth and suddenly lowered his head to kiss Qiao Sheng's lips. He tightened the back of Qiao Sheng's head so that Qiao Sheng would not have the chance to break free.

In fact, Qiao Sheng did not have the strength to struggle. He was only stunned for a second before he kissed her. While they exchanged saliva, he tried his best to breathe as hard as he could.

The two of them were breathing heavily. Qiao Sheng's hand touched the man's lapels, and the man also pulled off Qiao Sheng's belt. At this moment, Qiao Sheng suddenly pushed the man away. He leaned on the side and panted weakly, his expression unfriendly, "You're from above?"

The man licked the corner of his lips that Qiao Sheng had bitten open: "Am I not?"

Qiao Sheng's clothes were messy, his chest was heaving up and down violently, his forehead was covered in a thin layer of sweat, and only his lips were red and moist on his pale face. After a moment of silence, he said, "If you say so."

In bed, no matter if the other party was a man or a woman, he was the one who took the initiative. He did not expect the man in front of him to be the same. Both of them were the ones who took the initiative. It was meaningless.

The man smiled and said, "You want to be on top?"

"Yes." Qiao Sheng glanced at him.

The man said calmly, "It's impossible in front of me."

"Oh." It was fine if it was impossible. If he wanted to find a partner, it would be easy. There were many men.

"But..." The man's gaze was mocking. "You can sit on my lap."

"Hehe." Qiao Sheng was not out of breath. He untied the cloth around his neck and threw it on the ground. He did not care about the hideous wound that was exposed.

"Tsk, I've told you many times that you're wasting your blood." The man frowned and pulled the powerless Qiao Sheng into his arms. He lowered his head and licked the blood that was gushing out of his wound.

Qiao Sheng raised his eyebrows and had a strange look in his eyes. This man's saliva actually had the effect of healing wounds? He felt a cool and comfortable sensation coming from the place where the man had licked him.

Finally, Qiao Sheng's wound stopped bleeding and the man leaned against the bed with a satisfied expression.

Qiao Sheng said, "Help me find Ye Qingming."

The man asked him, "Who is Ye Qingming? Why are you looking for him?"

"My disciple. Since he's gone, I naturally have to look for him." Qiao Sheng closed his eyes and rested.

"Chi -" The man was disdainful, "Is he very important to you?"

"Yes."

"Then I want to see who this Ye Qingming is." The man opened his folding fan and closed it again.

"It's up to you. Find him as soon as possible. See him alive, see him dead."

"Tch!" The man still snorted disdainfully. If not for the fact that Qiao Sheng was a relatively precious ingredient, how could he condescend to look for a disciple for such a weak person?

The man stood up and was about to leave, but Qiao Sheng stopped him, "Wait, what's your name?"

With his back facing Qiao Sheng, the man said without turning his head, "Zhedan."