My Darling Sick Beauty

Zhongnanshan has light snow.

The pines and cypresses on the mountain are evergreen and full of spirit.

When I passed the tombstone, I reached for the light snow. Looking at the offerings and paper flowers before the tomb, he knew that Jiang Zheliu was still here and didn't leave.

He looked at the inscription on the stone tablet - it was carved by elder martial brother himself, because at that time he was too young to leave a mark on such a heavy stone, so Jiang Zheliu carved the tablet on his behalf and took charge of LingXiao Sect on his behalf.

I wish you a quick glance and feel that you should put these past events down. Now everything has returned to its proper place, and there is no dislocation at all. He even thought that if elder martial brother wanted to, he could let him return to Lingxiao sect

He was a little nostalgic for Jiang Zheliu.

I wish you have no intention to walk through Lingzhong and go to the bamboo garden and small building in the distance. There is no one in the bamboo garden, and there is no breath of life in it, just like a decoration and facade. The pine house on one side is simple and elegant, but the door made of stone is too dazzling, and the aesthetic style is perfectly consistent with the Firebird in the demon world.

I wish you a sword in your hand. See a deer demon with antlers sitting under the eaves to cook medicine, those herbs are like Zhongnanshan free growth products, spread out of the taste of astringent and bitter, endless.

... still like this, they always take in these little monsters.

Zhu Wuxin remembers that he is very popular with the demons. The two tailed civet he bought when he was a child never gives him a good look, but he always sticks to his elder martial brother and licks him and kisses him as if he were flattering him. Even if his elder martial brother is cold and lustless, he won't even touch him, and those little animals are fascinated to come to him.

Later on, many people thought that Lingxiao xianzun liked these demons and used them to please his elder martial brother. Although Jiang Zheliu didn't say anything on the surface, he made a euphemistic clarification afterwards to prevent the fairy house from being filled with demons.

Maybe not only the little demon, but also everyone who met him

Zhu Wuxin stopped thinking, went to the deer demon, looked at the medicine in the stove, squatted down and said, "have you pulled out all the seedlings of xuanlingzhi? Why don't you keep it for hundreds of years and move it again? When it's as long as seven leaves, it's the best in the world of cultivation. "

Ah Chu complained without raising his head: "Ganoderma lucidum is ripe, people will not."

After complaining about this sentence, he suddenly felt something was wrong. He immediately raised his head and saw Zhu Wuxin's smiling face.

A Chu Leng Leng, way: "who are you?"

Zhu Wuxin said, "I'm his younger martial brother."

A Chu's brain was down in a moment, and his brain, which had only read the first half of the content, ran through a lot of sentences, sketching out the image of Zhu Wuxin. He called the police crazily and moved back defensively, saying: "you... What are you going to do?"

"Don't be afraid." Zhu unintentionally lifted the lid of the medicine stove, took a porcelain bowl from achu's body, and scooped up a bowl of black medicine juice, "I'll take care of him, you rest."

Ah Chu naturally refused, but before he said a word, he was held by a sharp spirit force. All his bones were pressed by the medicine stove, and all his viscera seemed to be crushed. The young corners of his head were broken, and blood trickled out slowly.

Just when he almost felt that he was about to be unable to breathe, the pressure on his body suddenly withdrew. A Chu lies on the ground and gasps quickly. When he turns his head, he only sees Zhu's back as he pushes the door unintentionally.

It's a bit dark inside.

The bamboo curtain beside the window is put down, and the light sunlight penetrates through the gap of the curtain slowly and weakly.

This is Zhu Wuxin's first meeting with him after that day.

The beaded curtain of the small building is strung with green water beads. The architectural style is like the aesthetics of the demon world, with a simple and unrestrained romance.

Zhu Wuxin gently put the medicine bowl on the side of the table and saw a ball of snow-white fur lying on the rattan chair. The snow cloak was white and soft, and it was a piece of velvet up and down. A few wisps of white hair appeared from the fur, which almost integrated with the fur cloak.

The room is quiet and quiet, with only slight wind.

The window is only half closed, and the wind blows up the bead curtain. The heater is still burning for a long time.

Zhu Wuxin stares at his back. The psychological construction he has done all the way is suddenly loosened. He almost forgets the purpose of his trip. There is only one sentence in his mind - what the hell is this? Is it worthy of his elder martial brother?

In fact, Zhu Wuxin didn't see him sleep much. Jiang Zheliu seldom has a rest. His cultivation and realm are enough to support him for a long time.

This snow cloak is also made by the demons. Zhu Wuxin stopped at the side of the rattan chair, reached out and took a look at the plush material. He knew that it was the precious material in the demon world. He was even more puzzled. Holding the edge of the snow cloak, he moved to his side. He wanted to see if there was any mark to find, but he was resisted.

Zhu Wuxin turned his eyes and watched him grasp the snow cloak's hand subconsciously.

He had never seen such a Jiang Zheliu in such a quiet, soft and silent manner, and he did not expect that his elder martial brother would make such a move similar to "pulling the quilt".

Zhu Wuxin leaned down, reached out to push the other side's long hair off his shoulder, and said in a low voice, "elder martial brother?"

Jiang Zheliu is very good to wake up. He does not sleep deeply. No one who is often awakened by pain can sleep comfortably.

But Jiang Zheliu didn't expect to see him.

Since he retired, he has always been very sleepy, sleeping half of the day. At the moment, when I open my eyes, I feel a little dizzy, so I just answer it lightly.

Jiang Zheliu opened his snow cloak, gathered a handful of white hair, and looked at him: "is it a memorial to master?"

Zhu Wuxin said, "I've seen my father. Come and see my elder martial brother."

"Well." Jiang Zheliu pinched his eyebrows and said, "it's not just that simple. What's the matter?"

He knows Zhu Wuxin too well, and even understands some misunderstandings about himself.

Zhu Wuxin stood in front of him, staring at each other's fingertips rubbing their eyebrows, looking at the bloodless nails on them, and then said for a long time, "did Jin Yujie come to see elder martial brother a few days ago? Did elder martial brother say anything to him? "

Jiang zheliusung opened his hand and looked up at him. His dark eyes swept each other's face and said, "Yujie wants to take me to the matchless sword Pavilion. I politely refuse."

This is within Zhu Wuxin's expectation. He looks at each other's expression and feels that nothing is worth mentioning from Jiang Zheliu. Even the tone of narration is understated.

I don't know when the elder martial brother just treated him like this. He didn't show half of his mood fluctuation in front of him, and didn't say a word more.

He glanced around and suddenly asked, "do you have any friends of the demons, elder martial brother? It seems that this friend is not simple. He has collected so many valuable things for his elder martial brother. "

He paced back and forth and looked at the pine cottage. The more he looked, the more angry he was. He didn't know where the anger came from: "I don't know what kind of noble identity it is. Elder martial brother has such a friend, and I can't even know it. Let him take these things from the demon world to help you. Is elder martial brother still blaming me? "

Jiang Zheliu looked at him quietly and asked, "what's your fault?"

Zhu Wuxin took a deep breath, pressed his sour and strange anger, gave him a smile and said, "naturally, it's my fault that I didn't keep my elder martial brother and let you live in such a wild mountain. Why don't you let me regain my reputation, elder martial brother, and go back with me? "

He put on a look of "as long as you go back with me, I don't care about these" and extended his hand to Jiang Zheliu, with a trace of deliberate pity and charity in his tone.

Jiang Zheliu didn't want to be angry with him and said calmly, "I didn't think so."

It's obviously a comforting sentence, but Zhu Wuxin's whole mood can't be repressed. A clear anger overflows from his eyes. He seems to hate that "the elder martial brother didn't blame himself". All kinds of pictures flash in his mind, and finally stay in Jiang Zheliu's black and cold eyes.

Bitter medicine filled the air and fog rose.

Zhu Wuxin clenched his hand, closed his eyes, endured for a while, then raised his eyes and said, "who is that demon clan?"

Jiang Zheliu took the medicine bowl, didn't care about it with the bear child. He took a sip of the medicine slowly and didn't speak.

But bear child has always been unable to hang, I wish the mind of the speculation is more and more extreme. He couldn't bear it any more. He snatched the porcelain bowl from his opponent's fingers and spilled half of the soup on the ground.

Zhu Wuxin tightly clasped his shoulder. His emotion was so intense that it was hard to describe: "elder martial brother, tell me, who is taking care of you? We grew up together, so many years, do you believe that an outsider is better than me?! There is no chance for a third person to intervene in the friendship between you and me! Elder martial brother, if you go back with me, all the demons are not good things. They are ambitious and will kill you sooner or later... "

Jiang Zheliu's shoulder ached when he held it. He frowned and sighed: "it's the little Lord of the demon world."

Zhu Wuxin was stunned: "little Lord?"

Jiang Zheliu said patiently, "it's night to hear people."

He said it lightly and lightly, but it was totally different in Zhu Wuxin's ears. He only recently learned that he had heard of the night's succession to the throne. He had never known what contact they had with each other before, and he never thought that in such a short period of time, with his elder martial brother's character, he would establish any friendship with the devil!

I wish Wu Xin's head was congested and his chest was up and down with anger. He bit his teeth and said, "Wen Ren ye? When do you know him, what kind of thing is he, and he deserves to be with you? You... "

When Zhu Wuxin said this, he suddenly thought of another possibility. He gave a hard talk, and then said slowly: "is this the plan of elder martial brother?"

Jiang Zheliu didn't understand his meaning. He just felt some pain in the place where he was held tightly by the other party, so he reached out and patted the back of his hand: "unintentionally, you hurt me."

Zhu Wuxin was so confused that he didn't hear this sentence at all. Instead, he murmured, "do you know Wen renye long ago? Is elder martial brother planning with him to prepare for the recovery of treatment, and then with the help of Jin Yujie and his own reputation, re... "

He didn't say what he said, but the meaning was almost expressed.

After all these years, he never really knew Jiang Zheliu.

Jiang Zheliu was too painful to be pinched by him, and his medicine spilled half a bowl. At this time, when he heard the other party's words, even if he had a good temper with Zhu Wuxin, he felt that the dead could be invigorated by this bastard, and all the viscera rolled and vomited blood from the channels that had leaked into a sieve.

He coughed several times, more and more intense, as if his heart was about to break, and his lips were stained with a little blood.

Just at this moment, the ink bracelet on Jiang Zheliu's wrist dimly lights up a circle of seal script. At the moment when neither of them reacts, a fierce and terrible evil spirit suddenly rushes out. I wish I didn't want to be hit by the sudden evil spirit.

This evil spirit is really fierce. It smashes all the screens and tables in the middle of the way. Zhu unintentional's body is directly rushed out of the pine building, smashing the wanlingshi gate built by Zhuque Zhenjun, and dragging out tens of meters in the snow.

Well, the quilt didn't go straight into the rocks.

Jiang Zheliu looked at Zhu Wuxin, who was spitting blood while climbing up from the ground. He also looked at the pine building that had been knocked out of a big hole. He was speechless and choked. After a long time, he slowly said: "it's broken again."

Not only that, the ink bracelet that was suddenly excited also kept flowing dark lines. At the next moment, the dense clouds on the sky of Zhongnan Mountain suddenly lowered, and purple thunder and lightning burst between the clouds, condensing a huge magic.

A purple streamer of light from the sky between the landing, seems to be the use of the two world shuttle method. In the blink of an eye, the demon lord, whose half body is full of blood, appears with the electric light, splashing with other people's blood, sending out a thick sweet smell.

Even the residual blood is warm.

The dark Cape of the night is full of blood. I don't know what kind of cruel demon I was when I came here. A pair of dark purple magic horns with dense blood patterns grow between my black hair, which exudes a violent breath of "you will die soon".

But this fierce spirit almost converged clean in an instant. Hearing that people didn't see Zhu Wuxin in the night, he was covered with blood. He wanted to touch the river and break the willows, but he was afraid of contaminating the other side. He said a little hastily, "what's the matter?"

Jiang Zheliu looked at the corner of his head, thought about it, and pointed to the air leakage: "um... Repair the door."

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Big Demons: fight, fight, the boss is gone!!!!!