My Darling Sick Beauty

Thunder clouds roll.

Jiang Zheliu can't see it. He can only rely on his breath to feel the night of hearing people appear in front of him.

And at the moment of his appearance, the sounds around him seemed to have stopped. He heard the sound of tiny, bright drops of water falling down one by one.

Jiang Zheliu instinctively felt wrong.

A sweet smell of blood spread.

Wen Ren stands in front of Jiang Zheliu at night. His body is more prominent than before. His body is covered with hard and ferocious bloody bone armor. The barbs growing from his joints have not yet converged. His whole body is full of running demonic seal script. The demonic Qi revolves around his whole body, and his bone armor is flowing with hot blood, Fall from a sharp edge.

In Chang Qian's perspective, we can only see the hideous figure. But in lie Zhen's eyes, he could face the dark purple eyes, and the half face covered by the bloody bone armor.

The purple horns are covered with patterns, which seem to have been injured before and experienced an indescribable battle. The surface of his two corners cracked, revealing the red color of magma between the cracks.

The air was quiet, and even the sound of breathing seemed anxious.

Wen renye is holding a dark long knife in his hand. The blade is dried up by blood and covered with rust like dark red. His murderous spirit did not fade, and there was a strong and extreme sense of cruelty.

Just in front of him, liezhen felt that his hair was erect, which was not much different or even more serious than when he saw Jiang Zheliu's sword coming out of its sheath.

Jiang Zheliu is cold and introverted. No matter how strong he is, he will not have this kind of killing spirit that directly oppresses his heart. When he hears the evil spirit on his body at night, he looks at himself as if he is looking at the beast to be slaughtered.

Not only liezhen, but also the four children who were lying at the door. A Chu stretched out his hand to cover Chang Qian's eyes. He swallowed his saliva nervously. He didn't dare to breathe.

Jiang Zheliu confirmed that something was really wrong this time. He rubbed the hand stove between his fingers and said, "Wen Ren ye..."

The answer to him was that he took a few steps forward and then stopped.

The other side didn't make a sound.

The next moment, the strong and powerful magic Qi comes from around and pours into the pool water. Liezhen was suddenly hit by this evil spirit and sank into the bottom of the lake, and the whole lake began to shake together.

If you can, rosefinch's fire can evaporate the lake. But he was tightly bound by the evil spirit of hearing the impact of the night. In the short stalemate, he spread out his red wings and suddenly wrapped himself.

The more Jiang Zheliu listened, the more serious he felt. It was not because he was a good friend with too many ideas, but because of his reaction at the moment of hearing people's night.

Phoenix feather floating, rosefinch floating from the lake, a strong earthquake to open wings. The next moment, the surging evil Qi will push the rosefinch, and it is caught by the night.

It's hot under the palm.

But the devil in front of him didn't even blink his eyes. The dark knife crossed it, inch by inch, and fell into the rosefinch's scapula, breaking his hollow skeleton.

Jiang Zheliu smells scorched.

He was a little worried. He felt for a while from the back and met the black cloak on Wen Ren's body at night. He took hold of his cloak and pulled it. He frowned and said, "little devil? What are you doing? "

Hearing the stagnation of his palm at night, his purple eyes were dark and gloomy. He remembered that Jiang Zheliu didn't allow him to kill the bird, and the long black knife in his hand gave him a pause.

In this moment, liezhen broke free from the shackles of evil Qi. After being cut off a large part of his wings by the black knife, he turned into light and escaped from his palm in the blink of an eye.

The fiery red colors penetrated the stratiform clouds.

The palm of one's hand was scalded by the temperature of rosefinch at night. The smell of burning and the dripping of hot blood.

He turned around and looked at Jiang Zheliu, who was sitting on the chair and couldn't see. His blood colored bone armor converged one by one, and the devil's horn disappeared, and he became a normal human body again.

But the smell of blood was too strong to hide. Wen renye didn't want to contaminate him. He took his finger with his knife hand and bowed his head to say, "I drove him away."

Almost killed him.

Jiang Zheliu was rushed by his blood. Before he could ask more questions, he was picked up from his chair.

The other side held it very carefully, even the smell of blood around him was slowly converging. Jiang Zheliu grabbed his skirt and was carried into the room by the little demon king and put it on the edge of the bed.

"... haven't you finished dealing with the demons yet?" Jiang Zheliu said, "you don't have the right breath. Are you... Playing Xuantong?"

It's a fight, but he's on his own. Although the alien Python has no intelligence, it is terrifying, which is one of the reasons why his father gave up the resurrection stone. In fact, the guardians of almost all the treasures are extremely powerful, so even the brave demons have to join forces to encircle and suppress them.

Just three quarters of an hour ago, the second Xuantong gate of ten miles of flowers, split into a cliff, ditch straight into the underground more than 700 Zhang. The skull of the alien Python was cut by the sword at night, and the corrosive blood aroused the bone armor all over his body.

Wen renye didn't answer. Instead, he took out a pendant from the skirt close to his heart. The rope that wears the stone is a simple woven rope, and the material can't be seen. However, the revivification stone in the center of the pendant floats out of the milky white. It is full of vitality, and even the air is clear.

He bent down and put the resurrection stone on Jiang Zheliu's neck.

The ring behind the knot is hard to buckle. The smell of people approaching at night is spreading, settling and surging in the ears of the river broken willow... Like warm spring water.

Jiang Zheliu almost immediately felt the fusion of vitality and physique. He raised his hand and touched a revivification stone that fell under the clavicle. He had guessed what had happened in his heart. He raised his hand and suddenly grasped Wen renye's wrist.

Jiang Zheliu couldn't see it. Now he was still frowning. He stroked upward half groping and touched the scar on his arm where the blood had stopped.

He felt a little stuffy in his heart and felt pain in secret, but he couldn't see it in his expression. He just continued to grope upward.

Just above the arm, there are countless injuries, some of which have just stopped bleeding, some of which have nearly recovered, but even the physical quality of the demons can not be without pain.

Hearing that he couldn't understand his meaning for a moment, he touched his neck all the way. Those less serious thoughts were hooked up by his sweetheart. He felt that he couldn't go on any more, so he pressed his hand and said, "what's the matter?"

"Are you hurt?"

This is a question, but it doesn't need an answer. Jiang Zheliu poked the wound on his body so deeply that his face became more and more heavy. Finally he took back his hand. It was like boiling water in his heart.

He pressed the hot air like the sound of boiling water and said faintly: "Lord, why do you risk for me alone?"

Hearing that night, he felt something was wrong when he only heard one address. He slowly said, "the demon world is playing a mysterious way to the gate. I'm just passing by..."

"You lied to me."

His words suddenly stopped.

Jiang Zheliu took a deep breath. He didn't know where he had such a big temper. He even felt that the hand stove in his heart was in the way. He put the hand stove aside and said, "if the half step Jinxian's demon can be injured when attacking Xuantong gate, the demon clan can't afford to be brave."

He raised his hand, took the pendant off and put it in the palm of Wen renye's hand: "I don't want it."

Smell the person night Zheng for a while, looking at his pale colorless lip petal, thousand think ten thousand don't think will become like this. He subconsciously grabbed each other's hand, but forgot that he was scalded by the flame of rosefinch before.

After a long time, he slowly breathed out a breath and said, "I don't want you to get hurt for me. I don't want you to get hurt at all."

"Broken willows." "It doesn't matter. I have a strong recovery ability. When you open your eyes, I'll be OK. I won't let you see it..."

"The night of hearing."

Jiang Zheliu interrupted him with a cold voice“ Doesn't it mean it didn't happen if you don't see it? You take this kind of thing without telling me, and you cheat me that I'm not hurt. I really hate your wishful thinking. "

Wen renye stood up with a cold Pendant in his hand. He looked at Jiang Zheliu for a while. The scald on the palm of his hand mingled with the temperature of the resurrection stone.

"Wishful thinking to pay?" He repeated in a low voice, and then became angry“ How many times do you want me to say that everything I do to you is what I want to do. I don't think it's paying. I think you -- "

He couldn't speak words for a moment. He took two steps beside him repeatedly, and then he said angrily, "you don't dare to accept other people's kindness. You don't even want to accept me!"

His words are childish, but they are the most important words he said to Jiang Zheliu. Wen renye was so angry at this refusal that he turned around in front of him again to shoot the pendant on the table.

"Jiang Zheliu, why don't you want it? I've said that my injuries will soon recover. I've brought them all. Can you be obedient? "

He was angry. Jiang Zheliu was more angry than him, but he didn't have any expression, so he couldn't see it on the surface. Jiang Zheliu's long silk blindfolded his eyes, took off his cape, and sat on the inside of the soft couch with thin clothes. After a slow breath, he seemed calm and said, "you are good to me, I can accept it. But I can't agree that you are kind to me without proper measure or importance. I'm not used to being taken care of in this way, and I can't afford such care. "

"Don't you have a fuckin 'brain?" The little devil was so angry that he wanted to smash the table. He pulled a chair and sat down in front of Jiang Zheliu. He closed his eyes and said, "only after I do this to you can you get used to it. It's not your has the final say, I decide.

Jiang Zheliu raised his head toward the source of the voice and said, "I'm afraid of you... You..."

He wanted to say, I'm afraid that you will sink into it and become possessed. I'm afraid that you will be criticized and challenged by the demon world. I'm afraid that what you pay today is just full of scars, and tomorrow you will become the common enemy of the world. If you can't help yourself, I'm afraid you can't let go of my hands.

But he didn't say anything in the end.

He knew that he was the center of the vortices coveted by the people. He wanted to get rid of it as soon as possible and didn't have to worry about it. However, because he was worried about it, he hoped that the days and months would be long and he would stay with him longer.

I don't know what to do, but he does. He doesn't know what to do, but he knows.

He had seen from the tiny roots that he had missed his life.

Jiang Zheliu sighed and said in a low voice, "don't do this again. It's not worth it."

His hand was held, the other side's vision if there is substance, persistent to the point of magic.

"Why do you say that to me again?" Wen renye was about to be angry with him, but he didn't dare to speak to him loudly. "It's up to me to decide whether it's worth it or not. As long as you accept it calmly, I'll treat you all my life if I say hello..."

Before his words fell, the cold hand between his palms had been gently pulled away.

Jiang Zheliu didn't listen. He retreated to the bed and lay with his back to him. He didn't seem to want to say anything more.

Wen renye really didn't understand why he would be angry when he was injured, but he couldn't force him. He could only sit on the chair beside the bed in cold air and stare at the resurrection stone on the table with a gloomy look.

After a short time, when he thought he was asleep at night, he suddenly heard the other side's voice say a word very softly.

"... the scald of rosefinch fire is covered with ice and glass powder. Don't forget."

The little devil didn't answer. After a moment, he answered angrily and turned to go out.

The curtain of beads was disturbed, and it sounded like a plucked heartstring.

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There is something wrong with the atmosphere of Dan Xin Guan recently.

Not to mention the year of Ember, even the two ginseng dolls could feel it. Normally, the Demon Lord was afraid to drop it in his hand and melt it in his mouth. As a result, these two people have not said a word in the last two days.

Even they all feel that the living environment of achu and Chang Qian is even more precarious, and the atmosphere of the whole room is frightful.

But Jiang Zheliu's performance is not very obvious. He still drinks tea and medicine quietly, and occasionally goes out to bask in the sun with his beloved little chair.

... although all the fish in that lake swam away from him.

Although Chang Qian was blindfolded by achu that day, he was the one who knew the most about the situation of Wen renye. That day, the little uncle was covered with bone armor and Magic Horn. He was already frightened. With his heel, he knew that the little uncle was going to Xuantong gate.

Only after the Xuantong gate, the powerful and unable to break out of the gate of the alien people, with a half step Jinxian fight to this extent. In ordinary times, the demons should have array help to sweep the gate, and many of their peers help. Therefore, even the powerful aliens can be killed unharmed.

There is no other race that can fight with the little uncle when the demons come out. The only possibility is that he himself went to Xuantong gate, and there is no other race.

This conjecture was confirmed at the moment when Chang Qian saw the resurrection stone.

The table is full of milky white and blue pendant, which exudes a strong vitality. Chang Qian suspects that if you put it for another two days, the wooden table will begin to sprout. Such a vital treasure was discarded on the table as if no one needed it.

Chang Qian didn't dare to say or ask, so he had to go to the couch and ask his brother to get up and drink the medicine as usual.

Jiang Zheliu's body was fumigated by herbal medicine with a light bitter taste. He slept longer and longer, and he was still very sleepy at this time. He sat up for a while and then took over the medicine bowl.

The little devil just sat by the window and stared at him without saying a word.

Jiang Zheliu's eyes still couldn't see. He was getting used to the darkness. He thought it was no big deal, but the bowl of medicine was too bitter. He drank it intermittently and frowned all the time.

They are all used to it. They didn't feel bitter before. They all drink it as water.

Jiang Zheliu sighed slowly and drank the rest of the bowl. His mind was buzzing with pain. Before the bitterness was fully developed, he was suddenly stuffed with a mouthful of preserves.

It's a fruit pickled with honey. It seems to be a special product of demon kingdom. It's sour and sweet. At first, it's sour, and then it's sweeter and sweeter.

Jiang Zheliu with preserved fruit dispels the bitterness. He thinks the aftereffect of this thing is too sweet. As soon as he swallows down what he wants to say, he feels that the other party leaves like a gust of wind.

Chang Qian turns his head and takes a sneak look at the little uncle sitting by the window. Then he hears Jiang Zheliu's voice.

"Xiao Qian, pass me the tea." Jiang folded willow tongue numb, "sweet a little salty."

The night of hearing people

How come there are so many people! He'll bring him another kind of preserved fruit next time!

Chang Qian nodded and poured a cup out of the teapot on the table. However, the temperature in the porcelain cup was a little low. If it was a little chilly, the cool tea would be more bitter.

Jiang Zheliu can even drink that kind of bitter tea, so naturally he won't care about it. He took the cup, held it in his hand, took a sip, and was taken away again.

After a few breath, the cup which became warm again was put back into his hand. The temperature of the tea was the most suitable one.

As soon as Jiang Zheliu wanted to say thank you, he heard people's restless and tense voice at night.

"Delicate."

Jiang Zheliu

... delicate? You mean me?

He took a confused drink, and then a second. He couldn't help but ask Chang Qian in a low voice, "what does he mean?"

Chang Qian looked at the little uncle with very low air pressure and the delicate fairy beauty in front of him. He didn't know what to say to the delivery proposition. After a while, he said: "I like you."

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Chang Qian, a top communication artist

I really like their quarrel. Hahaha, it's so cute

Not a word says I love you.

Every sentence is I love you.