C23 This Is How Antagonists Are Raised

Zhedan's blood should have the ability to control him. When Zhedan pushed him out, he couldn't move.

Qiao Sheng had been betrayed before. The first time was when he was shot in the back by his most trusted subordinate in the real world and died in a failed deal.

The second time was when Zhedan personally traded him to a man called Hill as if he was an item.

He had clearly heard Hill call Zhedan his cultivation base, and with the white wings of these two people, Qiao Sheng guessed that Zhedan and Hill were not from this world. They might have transmigrated as well, but they were definitely not from the same world as him.

His world was materialistic, and a winged, bloodsucking monster like that would have been a lab rat in his world.

Even if Zhedan could fight a hundred or even a thousand, he wouldn't be able to withstand the endless bombardment of cannonballs and the use of all kinds of high-tech means.

"Little cutie, your blood is really fragrant. Even through a layer of skin, I can still smell the sacred and pure smell of blood flowing in your veins."

The crown of the tree was a different world. There was a pond and a rock garden. The grass was green and the flowers were fragrant.

Beside the pond was a white European-style pavilion. There was a modern tea set on a rectangular metal table.

Seeing Qiao Sheng's cold expression and his gaze on the tea set, Hill took off the white gloves he was wearing and poured a cup of steaming coffee for Qiao Sheng.

"I brought this from another place. How about it? Have you seen it?" Hill shook his head with a smile and muttered to himself, "How could you have seen it?"

He pointed at the dark brown coffee and said, "This is called coffee. It's for drinking. It's a little bitter, but it's fragrant and soft to the mouth, refreshing the mind. Do you want a cup?"

Hill was in a good mood. He didn't want to return to the original world. He felt that this cultivation world was good, and it felt good to be stronger than others. He enjoyed his life here very much.

The tree was his mobile castle, and if he followed the only path he would find a modern villa, and if he wanted to he could get someone to wait on him.

He did not take part in the quarrels of the world, but went out for a walk and a drink of blood from time to time, and lived comfortably, no longer fearing death by the demons or the gods. The only bad thing about him was that he was growing weaker and weaker, and if this went on he would not be able to keep his footing on the road.

Fortunately, the blood of the world's holy pulse helped him recover his lost strength and fill him with energy.

This was what Zhedan told him after finding him in the Nether Sect. The two of them had reached an agreement at that time. Zhedan gave him the person, and he gave the bracelet to Zhedan.

Qiao Sheng looked at Hill in silence and ignored him. Hill did not care. He drank his coffee in one gulp, then stood up and pinched Qiao Sheng's chin. He said in a playful tone, "Little guy, do you hate cultivation? He gave you to me and left with the things."

It was an age of survival of the fittest, and the winner was king and the loser was bandit. He had been overconfident and had led the wolf into the den.

Moreover, Qiao Sheng's gaze met Hill's, and the corner of his mouth raised into a faint smile. "What does my hatred for him have to do with you?"

"Yes, it indeed has nothing to do with me," Hill said. "So, can I suck your blood now?"

Qiao Sheng sneered and turned his head to the side. He couldn't even move now, so how could he have the right to refuse?

Hill licked the corner of his mouth, his eyes deep. He could clearly see the green vein on Qiao Sheng's neck, and the blood circulating through his body.

People like him could see with their naked eyes whether a person's blood was pure or not.

Hill's fangs were exposed, and his eyes were as red as Zhedan's. He lowered his head and stabbed his fangs into Qiao Sheng's neck.

This was the first time someone other than Zhedan had sucked his blood. Qiao Sheng's face was ashen, and Hill's expression was crazed and infatuated. A wave of nausea washed over him. He turned his head away and closed his eyes. It was better not to look.

Just as Qiao Sheng was counting down the time, the ground suddenly shook and a deep gash appeared on the ground. Hill's expression changed. He kept his fangs and did not even look at Qiao Sheng. With a wave of his hand, a door of light appeared in front of him. He hurriedly stepped through the door of light and disappeared from where he stood.

Qiao Sheng's eyes flashed as he leaned against the table leisurely with his legs crossed. One of his hands was supporting his chin while the other hand was lightly tapping on the table again and again in a lazy manner. The wound on his neck was still bleeding profusely and soon half of his clothes were wet. However, Qiao Sheng did not seem to care at all. The more blood he lost, the better his mood became.

"Mr. Qiao, you will die from excessive blood loss." The system could not help but remind Qiao Sheng.

"Yes," Qiao Sheng answered casually. He opened his thin lips slightly, "I won't let me die because of this."

The system did not know what Qiao Sheng was thinking, but it really did not want Qiao Sheng to die, so it calculated the time. If Qiao Sheng could not hold on any longer, it would bring him to the main space.

"It's here..." After an unknown period of time, Qiao Sheng spat out two words. Then, he supported his dizzy head and stood up. He narrowed his eyes and quietly looked at Zhedan, who was walking towards him.

There was red blood on Zhedan's white wings. He didn't know if it was Hill's or Zhedan's own.

Zhedan liked to wear red most of the time, and this time was no exception, so it was hard to tell if Zhedan was injured or not, but there seemed to be blood spurting out of his face.

In contrast, Qiao Sheng looked especially miserable. He was dressed in white, and half of his body was dyed red. His clothes were messy, his face was almost transparent, and his thin body was on the verge of collapse.

Qiao Sheng smiled at Zhedan and then fell back.

Zhedan did not know what he was thinking when he saw Qiao Sheng fall. By the time he reacted, he had already caught Qiao Sheng.

He just held Qiao Sheng like that, not moving at all. After a while, Zhedan smiled bitterly and said, "Did you already expect this..."

Qiao Sheng, who had fainted, could not answer Zhedan's question. Zhedan did not necessarily need Qiao Sheng's answer. He looked around and finally flew to Hill's villa with Qiao Sheng in his arms.

It had to be said that Hill had been able to create such a space by himself, and the only reason he had been able to get rid of Hill so easily was probably because he had spent a lot of effort to maintain it.

"Stupid," Zhedan said meaningfully.