C199

One hundred ninety-nine words for blood

On the empty ground behind him, more than 130 people lined up in a row, all of them Bronze Sword s out of their sheaths.

On a large rock in front of the crowd, there was a clay pot.

The soldiers walked towards the pot one by one, stabbing their swords into their wrists without hesitation. Fresh blood flowed like a stream towards the pot.

Chen Fei turned around late. These people had already gone through half of the process, yet there was already half a jar of blood in the pot.

Zheng Yang knelt down on one knee, and said: "emperor saving me first is equivalent to putting us in a tight encirclement, and risking my life to treat our injuries, as though we have recreated our grace, I am unable to repay them. I can only offer my blood to emperor as tribute, from today onwards, I shall live and die, all thanks to emperor!"

"Blood... Give Me... "Drink?" Chen Fei almost fell over.

Are you kidding me? It's only half a step and there's already several kilograms of blood in the jar. You're trying to push me to death!

These people were too honest. They were just expressing their loyalty. It was enough to just prick a finger and drip a drop of blood. How could they just directly stab it with their sword? The flow of blood was almost unstoppable!

These people seemed to be competing with each other. You have more blood, I have more blood, your cuts are deep, and mine are deeper. Why must you suffer?

"emperor, take it!" Even Mu Jiu had a huge cut, as he knelt on the ground, his eyes glistening with tears.

However, Chen Fei also knew that this was probably the most honorable way of expressing their loyalty in this era. They were sincerely grateful to him from the bottom of their hearts. They wanted to give up everything for him, so not accepting it would hurt everyone's heart.

But this was too much. Over a hundred people bled, and at least seven or eight catties worth of blood. It would still take several days for them to finish the meal.

More importantly, this was raw blood, and it was human blood. Letting Chen Fei drink it was indeed a psychological barrier.

"emperor, accept us!" Perhaps because they saw Chen Fei's discovery, the people at the back became more active as they no longer queued up in a disorderly manner. They all crowded around the jar, and as they raised their swords, blood splattered everywhere. Fresh human blood flowed into the jar like a fountain.

Seeing so much blood, the evil aura in Chen Fei's body began to stir.

Chen Fei was sure that if he were to grab the Frost Mourn, he would be unable to resist and would chop down.

Soon, more than one hundred and thirty soldiers had contributed their blood, and the terrines were almost full.

Zheng Yang took the lead, and everyone kneeled on the ground, as they shouted in unison: "emperor, please accept us!"

Take us, not our blood.

In this era's culture, it was a sacred ritual for the lower classes to willingly become vassals of the higher classes.

What to do, drink it or not?

Looking at the shaking blood in the jar, Chen Fei felt dizzy and his heart began to feel sick.

Suddenly, Chen Fei had an idea. He took out the Swiss Army knife from his waist and stabbed it into his left wrist. "Since you're betrothed by blood, then everyone will have a share!"

Chen Fei was not a true warrior, nor did he have a hobby of harming his own body. As a result, the stab was very shallow and was only a few millimeters deep.

Although Chen Fei squeezed his wrist hard, there were only seven to eight drops of blood dripping into the pot.

"Sssii!" A strange phenomenon occurred. When Chen Fei's blood mixed with the soldiers' blood, a strange sound was heard. It was as if something had been thrown into a pan of oil. The blood in the pot actually churned a few times, and then a wisp of green smoke rose up in spirals.

Chen Fei was greatly surprised. Could it be that after more than two thousand years of blood fusion, a chemical reaction had occurred?

No, it should be because of something unique about my blood.

Chen Fei thought, his blood was Ouyang Xiayu's antidote, he only needed a few drops to suppress her thirst for blood.

If that was the case, would the blood still be drinkable?

Would it be dangerous to drink?

However, at this very moment, it was hard for Chen Fei to back down. Since he had already made his move, he might as well make it to the end.

"Brothers, everyone has a share. Let's each have a bite, I'll go first!" Chen Fei stretched out both his hands and picked up the pot. With his neck tilted upwards, his throat moved in an exaggerated manner.

Actually, Chen Fei was just pretending. The moment the blood touched his lips, the strong fishy smell almost made him vomit, so he only took a sip.

After doing that, Chen Fei gave the jar to Zheng Yang: "You come!"

"Ahh …" Zheng Yang did not drink the blood, but held onto the jar, and turned to the hundred soldiers and wailed, "Did you see, the emperor's immortal blood and our mortal blood are mixed together! Did you hear that, the emperor wants to become sworn brothers with us! To be able to become the brother of an immortal, what a great kindness! "

"Even if we were to be smashed to smithereens, it would be hard to repay the kindness of the emperor!" Over a hundred people burst into tears.

Chen Fei did not have such a deep level of understanding, so not only was he not moved, he even felt that these people were being too pretentious. He shouted, "Why are you crying, why aren't you drinking it while it's hot? Do you want the blood to solidify? Do you want to eat the blood tofu?"

When Chen Fei got angry, the soldiers did not dare to say anymore. Zheng Yang took the lead and drank a few mouthfuls from the pot.

As the pot was passed down, everyone revealed a greedy look, as if the contents inside were not the fishy blood, but the sweet jade-like liquid. No matter how much they drank, it was still not enough.

The people at the front were so good at drinking that the people at the back were angry. They shouted loudly that they shouldn't be too greedy, they had to leave some for them.

Even so, after the red-scarred and fur-armored soldiers drank the blood, the amount of blood left behind by the cloth-clothed soldiers was already less than a fifth.

For this last bit of blood, dozens of soldiers almost fought, and in the end they even smashed the jars, licking the blood inside until not a single drop was left. It was so clean that one could not even see the color of blood.

Looking at these people fighting with red faces and red ears for a drop of blood, Chen Fei could only sigh helplessly in his heart.

The times were different, but the difference in human perception was too great.

Fortunately, he had finished drinking the blood and the smell of blood had almost dissipated. The air was filled with the aroma of roasted meat and baked bread.

After they finished eating, they would discuss how they could get close to the battlefield and how they could save Yu Ji.

Ah!" All of a sudden, Zheng Yang let out a cry and pulled open the leather armor on his chest.

"So hot!" Another person shouted out and pulled on his leather armor as well.

"There seems to be a ball of fire burning in my body, I …" I can't take it anymore! " More red-scarred soldiers began to shout.

Chen Fei was horrified to find that the 20 soldiers had painful expressions. Their bodies were covered in sweat, their skin was red as if they had been burned, and their eyes were bloodshot.

Chen Fei turned pale with fright. No way! Could it be that my blood is poisonous?

"I can't take it anymore!" Suddenly, Zheng Yang roared, and punched a wooden stake.

With a "kacha" sound, the wooden stake broke into two pieces.

Heavens, how did he become a martial arts master!?