My Darling Sick Beauty

Hearing people's night, he couldn't be distracted by the excuse of "mending the door". He stared at the bloodstain between Jiang Zheliu's lips, stretched out his hand to untie the metal buckle, and the bloody Cape fell to the ground.

Smell a person night to probe a hand, wipe the red mark between the other side lip with the finger abdomen that does not touch blood, frown to ask a way: "you are serious a bit."

Jiangzheliu's lips are very soft, a little cool. You can almost feel the smell of the first snow when you touch it.

Jiang Zheliu reached out to hold his wrist and didn't care about the blood on the other side's arm. His eyes swept over his wrist. He didn't find any wound, so he didn't ask anything. Instead, he raised his eyes and looked at the corners of his hair. He said in a serious tone: "little devil, my younger martial brother broke the door and accidentally touched the bracelet."

"How can there be so much carelessness?" he said

It's not wrong to call him devil. As long as his eyes are away from jiangzheliu, his ferocious spirit will be rampant, just like the great villain in the secular reading, with a posture of killing one person in ten steps, without any mercy.

Wen renye turned around and glanced at the broken gate. From the snow that pulled out a path, he saw a figure who barely climbed up from the ground and propped up with a scabbard with one hand.

He knew the sword and the scabbard.

The sheath of Lingxiao sword is light blue. It's made of Millennium ice. There are a lot of carving patterns of rare animals, patterns and names of four elephants, and even the word "Lingxiao" carved by the founder of kaipai. It is complex and magnificent.

The first time I saw this sword in the night of Wen Ren, Lingxiao sword obediently fell in Jiang Zheliu's hand, and the ice scabbard sent out a very light and deep chill. There was a line of bright red blood on the edge of the sword. It was the scar burned on his chest and the blood on the tip of his heart.

Jiang Zheliu turns his wrist to collect the sword, and the sword edge escapes into the scabbard. The unspeakable spirit of the sword is wrapped up in the ice scabbard, and it is silent in a moment.

Hearing people clench their fingers at night, their bones make a brittle sound of friction. His murderous purple eyes became more and more gloomy, and his wet blood dripped down his fingertips.

His demonic body was transformed in a hurry in the process of coming back. The essence of the demons was very hideous. He was anxious to converge, but it had not changed completely. At this moment, the two horns full of demonic patterns in the night hair had disappeared, as if nothing had ever existed.

But just as he walked toward Zhu Wuxin, he was stopped by Jiang Zheliu.

No one in the world can call the Lord devil except him. But at this time, his anger almost burned to the top of the sky. He didn't even want to hear what he said. He turned his back to Jiang Zheliu and said coldly, "I didn't know you were born a good man? If you can't fight back, you can't swear back. "

He is very angry about how Jiang Zheliu is willing to lose his temper. He can say these two words.

At night, Wen Ren stretched out his hand and condensed a dark long sword from the air. The handle was made of hematite. The blade was very long and thin, and only two fingers wide. I didn't know what the material was. The dark liquid was spit out from the corner of the edge and slowly flowed down from the blade.

His murderous spirit was too heavy. When he came over with ink knife, Zhu Wuxin almost felt that he would die today.

One can annihilate the body and bring ashes to the bone, the other can directly act on the spirit, cutting the spirit into thousands of pieces, such as being tortured.

Zhu Wuxin stands up with Lingxiao sword and stares at him. Just as the fierce evil spirit contained in Mo Dao's body is approaching his eyes, he hears his elder martial brother's indifferent and cold voice.

"The night of hearing." Jiang Zheliu said, "if you kill him, even if I am under the nine springs, I have no face to my teacher."

He's the only one who can stop this one. Jiang Zheliu only said this sentence, he felt the pain in his heart and coughed badly, but he continued with a frown: "but if you really do it, it doesn't matter. I don't mean to force you, just..."

There was a slight pause in his words.

"Master Tuogu on his deathbed, took my hand and said," let me protect him all my life. " Looking at his back, Jiang Zheliu softened his tone and said slowly, "half of the people who travel a hundred miles are ninety. I'm only one step away from this life."

May the evil spirit linger in front of you.

After a few breaths, the blade of the ink knife, which killed countless people, retreated to the front and penetrated into the snow, stirring up the flying snow around.

When they heard that they were standing between them at night, they turned around, looked at the willow, stared at him and said, "why is it only one step short? When will I allow you to die? "

Jiang Zheliu was stunned for a moment and heard his persistent voice.

"I won't kill him, but you want to treat me. If you refuse again this time, I'll kill him right away!"

The little devil let go slowly. With the departure of his fingers, the slender ink knife also dissipated into the body in the air.

"Don't say what you want to choose the freedom of life and death, Jiang Zheliu, you have not really lived for yourself, how dare you feel no nostalgia?" Wen renye came up to him, and the red magic lines on his neck were shining faintly. His rage did not disappear. "I want you to treat your illness well, you must listen to me."

Jiang Zheliu was silent for a moment, and said: "I'm extremely ill. There's no cure for the stone."

"It's all rubbish!" Hearing people staring at him at night, "you promise me, listen to me, treat you well, there will be a way."

Jiang Zheliu looked at him for a long time, took a deep breath, and sighed, "what's the use of forcing me to stay? I'm not worried about anything..."

"You have to think about me."

This sentence broke through all kinds of obstacles and hesitation, blurted out in the cold wind.

Jiang Zheliu didn't know what to say. He looked at the eyes of Wen renye, and suddenly felt that even a person like himself could not resist a piece of sincerity. What's more, this kind of burning and boiling heart of sincerity has been revealed to me frankly and unhindered.

He put his hand around Wen renye's finger and said in a low voice, "I promise you. Don't get angry, OK? Little devil, I'll never see him again. "

Lord mozun, even if he is a hedgehog, can make this sentence ironed out. When Jiang Zheliu said this sentence, his voice was low and gentle, permeated with an imperceptible sense of tolerance.

Hearing that night, he clenched his hand and suddenly became very jealous.

Envy him for so many years, do not know to enjoy Jiang Zheliu unconditional tolerance and love, and even to this situation, also let the other party is involved in the word responsibility again and again, this is almost no longer the constraint of responsibility, but Jiang Zheliu's habit.

He is used to protecting others.

Hearing the night approaching, he half hugged him, closed his eyes, hugged each other, and said in a dumb voice, "I'm afraid of the people who are soiled. Why should I let others move?"

Jiang Zheliu was silent for a long time. He comforted his back and coaxed the hairy lion. Then he said in a low voice, "it's OK. No one bullies me, and I'm not wronged."

The more he said that, the more depressed he was. He stretched out his hand and stroked each other's long snow-white hair, saying: "you drink the medicine first."

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I don't know when Zhu Wuxin left at night, and I don't want to know. The dialogue and commitment between him and Jiang Zheliu always have the weight of a promise. Even though he is full of the idea of killing people, he can only bear to think that Jiang Zheliu will be disappointed with him.

The door has been repaired again. This time, it's unified with the style of pine house, but the color has become dark and dark, just like a ferocious beast's mouth. It's not like the place where immortal lived in seclusion, but more like the residence of some evil repair demon.

But Jiang Zheliu didn't mind these things. He didn't even dislike the fiery red jade stone door that liezhen had built. Naturally, he didn't dislike this new door.

Wen renye fried the medicine again and put it on the table to air. Chang Qian just came back from shopping at the foot of the mountain. He almost couldn't find the door. He looked at it in surprise for a long time.

Jiang Zheliu was sitting on the chair, his legs covered with the snow-white Plush cloak. He held out his hand and applied ointment to the tearful deer achu in front of him.

The antlers on achu's head split, and some red cracks split from the top of the translucent antlers. The red blood and small blood vessels inside were broken, which seemed to hurt a little.

He lay on Jiang Zheliu's knee and said bitterly: "sure enough, he will be a villain. Even if I don't watch the plot behind, I think this man will be the trouble of immortal brother."

As Jiang Zheliu applied ointment to the cracked area, he pointed out: "don't grind the angle after the practice is over. The young angle is too soft. Once the external force presses, the inner meridians will break."

Ah Chu nodded pitifully, rubbed the broken willows, and asked, "why didn't you kill him? It will never happen again, once and for all. "

Jiang Zheliu's action stopped and said, "what about Lingxiao sect?"

Ah Chu didn't think of this and got stuck for a while.

"I'm a loser. I can't run Lingxiao sect any more." Jiang Zheliu said faintly, "thousands of years of foundation, generations of painstaking efforts, my more than 1000 years of protection and paving, once destroyed, it is not worth it."

"Can, but, still can let other people take charge of..."

"It's the same for those who are greedy for profits." Jiang Zheliu said, "it's just willful to have no intention. You can't be guilty to death. If it turns out that I'm the one who protects him and I'm the one who killed him, wouldn't it be ridiculous if we fall short of success? "

A Chu nodded his head as if he knew nothing. He was just an innocent person who wore books. He still didn't finish reading the full text. He naturally and honestly held the main character's thigh and nodded and applauded everything he said.

But Jiang Zheliu's words were not meant for him, but for Wen renye.

He moved his eyes, looked at the sulky little devil, staring at the medicine stove, and didn't say a word to him.

With the light flickering, Jiang Zheliu looked at him for a while, then said, "what were you doing before you came back today? Does it matter? "

Before hearing that people came back at night, the demon world was prying open the third Xuantong gate to kill the alien species inside. When the war was raging, the trembling sound of ink Bracelet suddenly sounded in his mind, and he came back to him without thinking about it.

In fact, Xuantong gate is not a gate, but an underground crack. The demon world is barren and barren. It is the three natural Xuantong gates that can obtain a large number of resources and treasures. Under the crack, there are many alien lives that are difficult to describe, and they are extremely vicious.

At that time, the war situation had stabilized, and there should be no problem.

Wen renye looked at the boiling liquid and said, "it's OK."

After he finished, he turned his head and looked at him. He happened to see Jiang Zheliu cover the ointment box with his head down. His eyelashes moved and cast a faint shadow under his eyelids. He said a word, and then slowly continued.

"... I'm full of blood. I didn't scare you."

Jiang Zheliu looked at him in surprise and joked with a smile: "when I suppressed the border of the demon Kingdom, I was also covered with blood. Were you scared by me?"

Wen renye then reflected that he asked a question about the mentally handicapped. However, when Jiang Zheliu suppressed the border of the demon world, he was too young, so he just heard about it and didn't see it with his own eyes.

After the medicine was aired, Jiang Zheliu took a few drinks and heard the other party's voice.

"In two days, we will go to Danxin temple."

The three words "Dan Xin Guan" are not strange. Even the medical practitioner I'm going to find this time is not strange. His name is very popular in all walks of life.

"Looking for the year of embers?" Jiang Zheliu said, "he does not save the disabled people who are waiting to die."

"You're not."

"Well, well, I'm not." Jiang Zheliu could only follow him and comforted him, "I try to live, I will listen to you."

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Every time I quarrel with him, I feel aggrieved. It's funny.