Yu Longting's composed and tranquil voice shattered in an instant.
Then came the thunderous sound of heavy fists pounding on the table.
Chen Ahmao was also very worried, "Master, why are you crying blood tears? My mom is a doctor, should I call her to come and see?"
"Ahmao, there's no need to trouble her, you better go back."
I barely managed to open a slit in my eyes, and everything I saw was tinted with blood-red.
Apart from the fresh blood incessantly flowing from my eyes, waves of dizziness afflicted my brain, and the bones in my face strangely itched.
Chen Ahmao was not reassured, "But you... you look... very serious."
"Stop making trouble and leave," I said sternly, my whole being on the verge of collapse.
My mind was also in chaos, having no clue why I... suddenly started crying blood tears, contracting the so-called Blood-weeping Syndrome.
Yu Longting exploded in anger, "Keep babbling and I'll break your neck."
"I'm leaving right now, this instant," Chen Ahmao darted away as if his feet were greased, "Master... you must take care of yourself..."
As soon as Chen Ahmao left, I gripped Yu Longting's sleeve tightly, "What is Blood-weeping Syndrome? Is it serious?"
"Those who are tainted by Demonic Qi but not cultivating demon arts will get Blood-weeping Syndrome," Yu Longting's knuckles clenching tightly, creaking ominously, "It must be Lin Xintu, she took advantage of the situation to get close to you and struck against you. I'll go and slay her!"
"No... it couldn't be Xintu, don't go," I saw everything as blood-red silhouettes, desperately holding onto Yu Longting's arm by instinct, shaking my head vigorously. Original content can be found at noⅴelfire.net
Yu Longting, disappointed as if I had failed him, cupped my face, his teeth gritting, "Has your IQ gone to the dogs? Where's your usual cleverness and decisiveness? Before and after the onset of your Blood-weeping Syndrome, she's the most suspicious one! Could it be your disciple's family is behind it??"
"Ahmao couldn't do it, he... his family are all... ordinary people... all very kind," my facial bones shifted from itching to squeezing and misaligning, pain as sharp as needles penetrating marrow made me groan in discomfort, "But it's not Xintu, we can bet... please don't go after her, alright?"
"Just because I share that useless blood relation with her, you believe her lies? Su Wan, what am I supposed to do with you?"
Yu Longting held me close, heart-wrenchingly, afraid to hurt me, his grip constantly tightening and loosening, his clean cuffs wiping away my blood tears.
He tried to infuse Spiritual Power into my body, but it was repelled by a strange force within me.
Having no other option, Yu Longting stuffed various kinds of spiritual pills and magical medicine into my mouth, to little effect.
At that moment, a crushing pain attacked my facial bones, and I curled up in agony, covering my face, "My... my facial bones hurt so much... massage it for me... it feels like they're going to be crushed... I hate pain the most..."
"Mommy's not afraid, Dumpling will blow on it, Dumpling will massage mommy."
Dumpling in my belly, connected to me by Telepathy, reached out a little hand, eager to soothe me.
His little short arm could only touch my belly, keeping him in mind as he twirled around.
A tremor ran through my heart, and I gently touched my belly, "Thank you, Dumpling, mommy's fine, don't worry... I'm not in pain."
"I'll give your mom a massage, we don't need you, little thing," Yu Longting's cold fingers touched my facial bones, his fingertips caressed my contours over and over again, that face in my eyes, turning deeply red, became increasingly inscrutable, "Wanwan, or... shall I go find Qingyang for a set of Cultivation Techniques, and you start cultivating demon arts? Your husband can accompany you..."