My Darling Sick Beauty

There was a sense of urgency in the atmosphere.

At night, he loosened his collar and untied his bright red cloak. The snowflakes on it disappeared as soon as they shook and hung up as usual.

"Who is this?" Wen renye asked.

Jiang Zheliu took a look at him and said, "the master of Wushuang sword Pavilion, my younger generation."

This demon seems ordinary, but his hostility is almost overflowing. He is always drilling into his neck and collar, stabbing his spine, which makes people feel chilly.

Jin Yujie vaguely felt that he had guessed the reason why Zhuque Zhenjun couldn't take master Jiang away - this man took advantage of the opportunity and took advantage of the master.

Jin Yujie broke out in a cold sweat and didn't go to see the demon. His mind was full of strange plots that he didn't know how to mend. He subconsciously thought that his predecessor had been wronged, so he was forced to seek perfection and share a room with him.

Jiang Zheliu waved his hand and said to the young man who was growing up in front of him, "come here."

Jin Yujie clenched his fist and almost squeezed out his mark in the palm of his hand. He hated his incompetence. He breathed out a long breath and went to Jiang Zheliu behind his back.

"Now that you know I'm here," Jiang said, thinking, "don't look any more. I'm all right."

Jin Yujie nodded difficultly, his eyes were uncertain, and he didn't know if he had really written down this sentence.

"So are the others. We have a long way to go. We have a bright future. We should take responsibility. " Jiang Zheliu's tone is light, with a familiar smell of ice and snow.

It's like the wind and snow in Zhongnan mountain, pouring into the heart with cold, which makes people sober too much.

Jiang Zheliu stretched out her hand and touched the top of his hair peacefully, just like many years ago, but only touched the other side's slightly cold hair crown.

He took back his hand and whispered, "I won't say goodbye to you. Go back."

Jin Yujie stood in the same place in a daze. When the other side pulled back his hand, he suddenly grasped the corner of his coat and blurted out: "elder!"

Jiang Zheliu looked at him in silence.

"Master, i... in fact, I treat you..." these words have been rehearsed many times. They have been put on countless times in his mind, and each time makes people feel excited. However, when he comes to the other side, he can't say a word. It's like a sharp knife stuck in his throat. In the process of brewing, he begins to feel embarrassed.

He clenched his teeth. After a while, he said, "can you relax your gender requirements?"

Jiang Zheliu: "gender requirements?"

Jin Yujie almost ate his sight and said: "that's it..."

He looked at the deer behind the other side and said against his heart, "the request for admission."

Jiang Zheliu took back his sleeve and said indifferently, "are you homeless?"

When he spoke in this tone, he was on the verge of anger. Jin Yujie didn't dare to touch him again, but his sight was always between the ends of his hair hanging on his shoulders.

He suddenly felt that the elder, who had made him dream for many years, was no longer as tough and sharp as before. Instead, he was like a handful of snow that had not been melted. He didn't know when it would disappear completely.

When he was dumb and speechless, he obviously felt the voice of the devil twisting his hands.

Jin Yujie's sweat bristled up. Before he could react, a cold wind suddenly passed by his ear and drew blood on his cheek. When the blood left half an inch, he realized that it was a dagger.

The dagger brushed his cheek and cut off a trace of long black hair. The cold wind swept behind his head and nailed something stiffly.

Not far behind him, the dark purple magic dagger cut off a piece of fiery red ear feather, only a millisecond short, and could pierce liezhen's eyes.

The rosefinch didn't know when it came. It seemed that it had just arrived, and it seemed that it had stayed outside the window for a long time.

He stooped to pick up the ear feather that had been cut off from the ground. He came in through the window with one hand and looked at several people in the room. Instead of looking at Jin Yujie, he went straight to his friend.

"Broken willows." Liezhen takes out a small jade bottle, which is the body protecting spirit dew of the demon world“ I went back to get something. It should be useful to you. "

Liezhen's whole body is full of dazzling red gold. He raised his flaming eyes and glanced at the night. He didn't say anything to the dagger just now. Instead, he turned to hold Jiang Zheliu's wrist.

At night, I felt that he was ready.

"I was wrong before." Liezhen looked at him and said, "but I'll make it up to you. Don't ignore me... "

Before he could finish his words, Jiang Zheliu moved his hand away, bowed his head and continued to drink the medicine until he finished all the bitter and astringent decoction, and did not look at the body protecting spirit on the table.

He put down the porcelain bowl and said calmly, "you talk a lot."

Liezhen was stunned.

"You too." Jiang Zheliu glanced at Jin Yujie and said in a cold voice, "you are very noisy."

The room was quiet and the fire was strong and weak.

Just when the silence dried up and made it hard for people to breathe, there was an incredible voice.

"Broken willow, do you really don't want to see me? Can't you forgive me once? I actually... "

"Go away."

His voice stopped abruptly.

Qinglin teaches him to take the body protection dew, so there is no reason to stop him. He teaches him to admit his mistake, apologize seriously, and let the other party think about the past, but he doesn't teach him how to face the current situation.

The flame in liezhen's eyes almost died out, and the temperature of his whole body dropped to an unprecedented level.

He didn't realize what he had lost until now.

Instead, Jin Yujie was extremely obedient and bowed himself to salute without saying a word, leaving the pine house.

Liezhen's whole bird froze there, as if it would not move even if there was a thunderbolt. After a long time, it seems to find a little God, quietly left.

Jiang Zheliu is still reading in the same place. After drinking the medicine, he writes on the paper. Brush, ink, paper and inkstone are given away by people at night. They are all fine products, but they emit a strong evil spirit that can not be ignored, which makes Jiang Zheliu not used to them.

As he wrote, he discussed with Xiaolu achu what to plant in front of the building. After a few words of conversation, achu asked in a very low voice: "brother immortal, how do you know they will listen to you?"

Jiang Zheliu wrote with a low eyebrow, and involuntarily followed him with a low voice: "my friends and the younger generation, though not a gentleman, are not animals."

You didn't count their secret love. Ah Chu whispered.

"By the way, what about Chang Qian?"

Achu said, "he went down the mountain to buy wine for his brother. Medicinal wine, the kind soaked in scorpions, can cure rheumatism. "

"I don't have rheumatism." Jiangzheliu road.

"But my brother always has headaches. He also treats them." Ah Chu winked at him. His eyes were full of flattery.

Jiang Zheliu could see a little purposefulness from him, but he got along with him gradually. Knowing that Xiaolu's heart was not bad, he didn't say anything.

Folk medicine wine, for his body do not know whether there is any use, but because of their weak efficacy, has become a relatively safe, easy to try the choice.

Just as they were talking, Wen renye, who was listening quietly, picked up his blood cloak, turned around and stepped out. Just as he pushed the door, he suddenly heard Jiang Zheliu's voice.

"Wen Ren ye?"

In ordinary times, he should be called "good neighbor" or "little Lord". He seldom calls it by its full name.

Wen renye stops and turns to look at him.

Jiang Zheliu stopped writing and looked at him for a while. His eyes were dark and cold, and he couldn't get a ray of light through.

He said slowly: "good neighbor, go out, don't kill people."

The heart that hears person night seems to be hit by what, feel the other side can see through everything, any a bit of mind, seem to all escape his eyes.

But why don't you see through his

Jiang Zheliu's words stopped for a moment and said with a smile, "it's not good to kill birds. I'll feel sick when I smell the blood."

Wen renye looked at him in silence.

His anger was instantly extinguished, and the chill of the ice water fell down. He was easily pinched soft rib, was threatened by a short sentence, let people all cold.

Instead of walking, he approached the river and bowed his head. His fierce anger mixed with cold air forced him to face: "why?"

Jiang Zheliu smiles and looks at these dark purple eyes. He says in a calm tone: "peace in the world is not easy. Please forgive me."

Jin Yujie is a descendant of him. His loyalty to the right way of Xianmen is obvious to all. He has outstanding talent and a good reputation. Even if he criticizes and restricts some mistakes he doesn't intend to make in the future, he will not make any big mistakes. The relationship between liezhen and him has been running for thousands of years. Without him, the demon world will be in chaos and the world will be restless.

"Did you really put it down?" The smell person night licked to lick tooth, stare at him way, "you for these four words, almost life all don't want.". As you are now, you still have to worry about others. Jiang Zheliu, you'd better worry about yourself first. Your meridians are leaking into a sieve. You can wake up four or five times a day in a dream and vomit more blood than you drink... "

His words stopped here.

The other person's fingers against his lips, cold temperature, but very soft.

Jiang Zheliu didn't expect that he knew all about it, but he still didn't want to hear it. Instead, he whispered: "according to the days I thought before, there are meteors tonight. Would you like to see it with me? "

I don't know what to say all of a sudden.

His throat seems to be filled with ice, even the slightest evil spirit is gone, can only slowly bend over to hold him, the mood is very low, drop head, want to press on his shoulder, and dare not force, his mind is full of his words, eyes on the meteor expectations.

His mood was lower than ever, and he was afraid of pressing each other. He just held each other for a little while, and his voice answered in a deep voice: "mmm."

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The little devil failed to fight with the big beauty unilaterally. Remember to hold him gently.

It's lovely.