My Darling Sick Beauty

There are real meteors tonight.

This was calculated before the boundary membrane was repaired in jiangzheliu. The mountain area of Zhongnan is remote, but it coincides with the meteor this time. You can see it clearly.

When he was still cultivating, he had already predicted the scene of the night, but at that time, he had not thought that he had the chance to put everything down and watch it calmly in this way.

Jiang Zheliu's shoulder was covered with a snow cloak. It was fine and compact, light and tight. There was a bright red tie around the neckline. It was tightly tied by people at night, so it was not windy.

He put a magic handstove on his knee, which fits the palm of his hand warmly. At the moment, all the fields were silent, the night was full of color, and the stars were twinkling.

There is snow all over Zhongnan mountain, and so is the pavilion. Jiang Zheliu sits in the pavilion at the top of the mountain. The wine boiled on the stone table is bubbling.

It's just that he drank tea peacefully.

When Jiang Zheliu drinks tea, his snow colored long hair is blown by the night wind and falls down along his earlobe. In the eyes of people at night, it is almost like a beautiful and elusive dreamland.

The devil Lord was afraid of his cold, so he covered the man tightly. However, he still felt that Jiang Zheliu was very cold, cold all over and hard to warm.

"So, are you habitually taking the overall situation into consideration?" Wen renye did not forget the previous incident. The fried hair was not so smooth. He poured wine and said, "people like you will be tired to death sooner or later."

When he said this, he was not so fierce, but more puzzled and frustrated.

Jiang Zheliu didn't feel angry after hearing this. Instead, he nodded in agreement, drank a sip of bitter tea, and commented: "I've thought about this way of death many times. Fortunately, it's easier now. Maybe I have the hope to spend my old age peacefully... Will you collect my bones?"

In the eyes of the night hearing people, he couldn't see what emotion it was. He stared at Jiang Zheliu tightly, like a volcano that had endured for a long time: "I don't care where you die."

The devil is always right and wrong. The more he cares, the more heartache he feels. The more he feels that it's not worth doing this, the more he refuses to open his mouth to comfort him. It's like a fire burning in his heart. The fire makes Jiang Zheliu's words come back to him, and the only thing left is the broken Mars son, which makes his heart ache.

"Heartless." Jiang Zheliu commented again. He looked up at the sky and the twinkling stars in the dark sky. "You are still young and talented. You should have a good future."

He always feels like an elder in his speech, but Jiang Zheliu is really an elder. He negotiated agreements with his father in Lingxiao sect and fought for power and profit. When the undercurrent was surging, he was still young, young and full of vision, and only had the level of cultivation above swordsmanship.

"If I have such a successor, I'm afraid I can wake up with a smile in my dream. I know something under the spring, too..."

Before his words were finished, he was watched closely by the night. It seemed that he was extremely unhappy to say such words to him.

Jiang Zheliu followed the good advice and avoided this topic. He turned the stove in his hand and said: "my younger martial brother is also young and has good talent."

... wish you no heart? At night, he listened and observed each other's looks in silence.

"It's just that he has a loose nature and never works hard on Cultivation and study, but even so, I need to work a hundred times and a thousand times harder to surpass him." Jiang Zheliu was calm and indifferent. He was very understated. "I think, as a elder martial brother, if I can't be the strongest person, when I'm in danger, should I let my younger martial brother stand in front of me?"

He had known the truth of stupid birds flying first since he was very young.

"It's a pity that your younger martial brother doesn't appreciate you very much." "Hear the person night way," otherwise how willing to let you move alone Zhongnanshan

Jiang Zheliu said, "I'm going to leave. What's wrong with Zhongnanshan? You are my neighbor

In the eyes of Wen renye, this is an excuse for his younger martial brother. But he did not continue to refute, because he will not let Jiang Zheliu suffer.

The tea noodles moved and were cooled by the night wind. Jiang Zheliu put the teacup on the stone table.

"If you don't want to be proud and conceited, you may not be as mature as you." "I'll let go now, I don't know what the future will be like."

Hearing this, he broke one of his glasses. Then he took out a new one and said with a cold face, "your master is really making a lot of money raising you. I want you to work so hard and die. "

Jiang Zheliu glanced at him: "you are angry again. What do I say? You won't be angry?"

Wen renye didn't expect that his emotions fluctuated so violently that he didn't react until he was pointed out by the other party. He reached for the cold fingertips of the other side and said in a silent voice, "I'll cure you."

Jiang Zheliu is looking at him, his eyes are dark, like a bottomless pool, which has nothing but the cold water.

"Can you stop thinking about how to die?" Lord mozun was annoyed. "You should think about how to live."

Jiang Zheliu didn't speak. Instead, he bypassed his wine cup, scooped a wooden spoon of hot wine with strong aroma on the small stove, and poured it into the cup of tea.

His action is flowing, people can't feel what's wrong with it for a moment. The wrist sticking out of the cuff is thin and thin, pale and colorless. Even the nails have a fragile translucent feeling. Compared with the living people, it is more like a sculpture made of white jade.

The boiling hot wine fell into the teacup. When Jiang Zheliu put down the wooden spoon, he noticed something strange and held his wrist: "you can't drink."

The temperature in the palm is too low, the carpal bone is thin, as if broken.

"Little Lord's wine is too fragrant." Jiang said, "let me have a taste."

"Don't you know that you are not well? The River breaks the willow.... "

As soon as his words fell, Jiang xianzun with white hair and snow on the opposite side leaned close and gave him a positive beauty attack.

The other party's breath is cold and cold, like the air blown by a snowy day.

"What's the point of not being able to do anything and trying to live?"

His voice was soft, but heavy. Hearing the pause of people's thinking at night, they realized that this sentence was the answer to him.

... what he said is reasonable, but what's wrong

Jiang Zheliu took advantage of this gap to blow the temperature of the hot wine in the cup and taste the wine of the demon world.

It's sweet.

What a surprise.

When I heard that he had not watched one night, I saw that he drank the whole cup without changing his face and put it down slowly, as if he had done nothing.

Wen renye looked at his side face and the hot wine on the stove. His mind was like a ball of wool scratched by a cat. After a while, he said, "the River breaks the willow."

"Well?"

"It's very strong and has a lot of stamina."

"Yes." The River breaks Liu to pause, "didn't feel."

"You can knock down three or five demons with that cup."

“……”

After three or five breaths, I saw him turn his eyes at night, and gently questioned: "is it still so sweet?"

Lord mozun had a bad headache: "what's the relationship between taste and intensity? Are you... OK?"

The other side didn't speak.

Just under his constant worry, Jiang Zheliu sat quietly in the original place and watched the meteor. Just when he thought that he had a lot of wine and would like to take him back to the pine cottage, he found that his dark eyes were moist.

His pale almost colorless lips were red, and his ears were red, too bright.

Wen renye, while detecting his physical condition, gazed at those absent-minded eyes and whispered: "drunk?"

Jiang Zheliu blinked his eyes and slowly recovered. As soon as he got up, he fell into the arms of a good neighbor. He looked like a porcelain bumper.

It's the kind of big porcelain that needs to lose the whole demon world at one touch. Most people don't dare to take it.

Hearing that night, he picked him up steadily. He put one hand around his waist and put his arms around him. On the other side, he felt that the other side's physical condition had not become too bad at the moment, so he stuck to his ear and said, "I've been careful for so many years. How can I do it here recklessly?"

Jiang Zheliu's body temperature is very low. He seems to be sleepy at this time. He puts his hand around his neck.

At night, the deer in his heart suddenly became blind, and was completely covered and blended with each other's ice and snow like breath. The antlers had to break more than ten roots. He took a deep breath and picked him up.

"Can't you have a good rest? If you miss that wish for so many years, you can't..."

I can't say it at night.

He wants to say, can't you miss me? However, when the words came to my mouth, I remembered that I was still a "good neighbor" so far. How could I ask the other party to survive for me.

Moreover, before that, Jiang Zheliu didn't know him or remember him at all. It seemed that he had taken advantage of the opportunity to accompany him.

Wen renye reached out and touched his red ears. It seemed that he thought of something and said slowly, "it turns out that you are not born without sweets."

It's still early when people carry each other back in the night. Chang Qian and a Chu didn't sleep.

The two little demons knew that the immortal elder brother was drunk and looked at each other, only to be angry. Xiaolu achu watched Chang Qian boil the wine soup and walked back and forth in the small building. After a while, he said something worried, and then he said something worried again. It was strange that the Lord demon didn't take good care of him.

Hearing that night, I knew I was wrong, and I didn't have the time to control the meaning of achu's words. Instead, I tucked in the corner of the sick and drunk willow tree and gently held his hand.

Originally, everything was about to pass, but in the early morning, the other party had a fever without warning. This time, even Chang Qian couldn't sit still. He was upstairs taking medicine and giving advice to his little uncle.

Wen renye used body filtration to guide his aura for a while. After studying for a long time, he didn't understand why he had a fever. He even doubted the ingredients of demon world wine.

Until Jiang Zheliu wakes up.

He has a bad headache. Even when he wakes up, he doesn't think of it. After seeing Wenren night, he lowers his head and wants to go on sleeping.

His body temperature is already low, and when it burns, the contrast is even greater, which makes people feel uneasy at all. Hearing that he woke up at night, he leaned down and touched his face and said in a low voice, "what's wrong? You have a fever. I don't know what it is

He seems to be in a bit of a hurry.

After Jiang Zheliu knew it, he opened his eyes and pressed his hand: "it's OK."

"Nothing?"

"Heavenly body." Jiang Zheliu said simply, "it wants to have a baby."

The night of hearing people

In the past, he had accomplishments and could suppress them. Now, since he didn't have them, he can't suppress the external manifestation of his special constitution.

After Jiang Zheliu said this sentence, he didn't care any more. He didn't seem to consider what kind of impact it was.

I was stunned for a long time when I heard that. I was looking at the sick and weak beauty who was asleep. I kept circling that sentence in my mind. I didn't know whether I should pry Jiang Zheliu's head to see if he was talking nonsense or whether I should pry my head to see if my hearing was normal.

He was almost forced to be quiet for a while, and then asked rather difficultly.

"... just like that?"

Wen renye didn't think he would get an answer, but after a few breath, he still heard Jiang Zheliu's vague sleepy voice.

"Well, it's OK."

Then he murmured, "stop talking, let me sleep..."

It takes a long sleep for the sick willow to wake up, and it will make him angry when disturbed. Hearing that night, he stopped talking, and his mind hummed for a long time. Through the quilt and the shirt, his eyes moved to the other side's abdomen.

... the body wants to have children?

He knows the spirit body, but what is it?

Wen renye feels that his magic life is confronted with a great challenge.

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Lord mozun, who has never counseled in his life, counsels in front of the sick willow tree so much that he can't see it

Tianlingti: unexpected!