My Darling Sick Beauty

Chang Qian was dragged out by his little uncle because of his art of communication.

Under the pressure of lust. Wei, the little snake realized what it meant to be honest and arrogant. He couldn't expose his mind... He thought hard and gave the difficult task of delivering medicine to achu.

But no matter who comes, the atmosphere between the two people is still very delicate and strange, with indescribable atmosphere.

Jiang Zheliu has always been very peaceful, but he didn't really understand how his unpredictable temper annoyed the little devil king... According to his usual way of life, he didn't get to this level.

Wen renye's wounds soon recovered. The demon's constitution is always strong and can recover without too much rest. However, they are still in a state of seemingly cold war and have little to say to each other.

The culprit of the cold war lay quietly on the table, full of vitality, arched the wooden table to sprout. Wen renye stares at it all day, but doesn't touch it. It seems that this treasure is just a stone that can be thrown easily.

Ah Chu's eyes, nose and heart, how dare he move this treasure. When he was sitting by the bed blowing the cold medicine cup, he suddenly heard Jiang Zheliu's low and slight voice.

"Some flowers are blooming."

Ah Chu turned and looked out of the window. Sure enough, he saw the green Parthenocissus and vines outside the window, and a sunset flower lying on the lattice of the window, stubbornly drilling into the room.

"Well." Ah Chu said, "after a while, we can plant some flowers and raise some small animals in Zhongnan mountain. Those mountain spirits and wild monsters will like my brother very much."

Jiang Zheliu took the medicine cup and said with a gentle smile, "OK."

His voice was peaceful, with an unusual softness. Hair trembles with the breeze outside the window, lips with a very light smile, even when talking about this promising topic, it seems to have a feeling that it is about to be blown away.

For a moment, achu's words stagnated and he couldn't say anything. He looked at each other for a moment, then said: "you will get better, don't worry."

“……？”

"That is," achu said anxiously, "that is, you are the most favored person in the world, you will be better, you have to believe me!"

This is too abrupt. Jiang Zheliu listened quietly, approached the other party a few inches and asked, "what do you want me to believe you with?"

His short-range attack on beauty was a triple hit. Achu felt that his blood strip was rapidly emptied, leaving only a layer of blood skin to support him. He stuttered and looked at the lip radian in front of him. His face was red and his heart beat so hard that he couldn't find the southeast and northwest. He almost told the truth.

At the moment when his willpower was worn away, he found that his body was light, and he was lifted up by the collar of his back coat with one hand. He simply threw it out of the window.

There was a plop.

The fawn, who has not yet awakened from the beauty, bumps into the green Parthenocissus and is rubbed by the sunset flower that climbs to the window.

Good smell... Ah Chu was stunned again.

It's not the fragrance of flowers. It's only from the outside, especially in the plant pile, that the milky white and blue stone has been in the house for less than two days. In addition, the celestial body of the immortal brother is as sweet as a wonderful cake, and the enchantress who bewitches all living beings is probably no more so

Achu, wearing a leading role filter for brother Shenxian, didn't feel anything wrong. Instead, he clapped his hands, got up from the window, turned to the small kitchen and went to find Chang Qian to accuse the devil of his bad behavior.

When the friendship between the fawn and the little snake was gradually warming up, the river make complaints about the other side.

It seems that I can't hold my breath at last.

Just because Jiang Zheliu was too calm, the little devil king was anxious, but he didn't do anything too special.

The night is getting darker, the bright wind passes through the window, and the bead curtain outside the door gently collides in the breeze, and the sound is broken.

Jiang Zheliu's work and rest are not very healthy, but his unhealthy sleep time is too long. When the moon was dark and the wind was high, a pair of evil claws touched the bed and encircled his shoulder.

Although Jiang Zheliu can sleep well, his sleep quality is not very good all the time, and he has already noticed it when the other party approaches. He was covered tightly by the soft but distinct pines and cypresses, and let the devil hold his wrist with one hand, so he couldn't even hide.

Wen renye slowly approached him.

The wound on the little devil's body has been healed, only the palm burned by rosefinch still has a little residual trace. Jiang Zheliu was pressed by his wrist, but he was not flustered at all. He even felt sleepy. He asked lazily in a low voice: "can't you sleep?"

How can this man be so calm.

Hearing that night, he claims to be a ruthless devil, killing people without blinking an eye, eating people without salt, which is the ultimate villain template in the story of Xiuzhen script. As a result, the moon is dark and the wind is high, and he feels on his bed. This person asks him if he can't sleep.

It's a shame.

He held it for a long time, and finally replied, "yes!"

Can't sleep... Jiang Zheliu has rarely encountered this kind of situation, but in the process of raising his younger martial brother and supporting his younger generation, he also had some experience, so he gave him half of the place to sleep together.

He wanted to be quiet, but the night of hearing people clearly didn't allow it. Lord mozun held his wrist, and the breath went down to his neck. The hot and dry breath made his ears itch, and even his frosty skin turned red.

Jiang Zheliu was silent for a moment. He felt that his ears were burning. He stabilized his voice and said, "what's the matter?"

"Are you still angry with me?"

Hearing this, Jiang Zheliu didn't get angry. He was as calm as ice. He ate well and slept well. He didn't mean to be angry at all. He didn't ignore him. It was the little devil who had a cold war with him unilaterally.

Jiang Zheliu thought for a moment and asked, "so what do you want?"

According to the normal plot, it is time to start the drama of trampling, trampling, insulting, humiliating and contemptible. Otherwise, it will waste the momentum of the Demon Lord.

But Jiang Zheliu's voice was soft, and he could not hear the fluctuation peacefully. With the smell of ice and snow on his body, he went straight to the tip of his heart, and firmly held his slight agitation.

"I want to..."

Jiang Zheliu is waiting for his later words.

But after that, Wen renye's hand around his shoulder, then around his neck, put the pendant on him again, and the clasp made a small clear click.

The breath of the resurrection stone is surging over, which perfectly fits with the spirit of Jiang Zheliu, and is almost integrated.

Jiang Zheliu didn't speak. He was hugged by Wen renye. The other side touched his shoulder and continued in a low voice: "you can't give it back to me."

Jiang Zheliu knew that if he couldn't talk about it, he didn't take it off again, but he sighed and said, "I don't mean to waste your heart. I just want to tell you, don't do this kind of thing for me. I won't like it."

He said very gently, even if the content is not very pleasing, but also did not arouse the little devil's temper.

Hear the voice of the night close to his ears sounded, some stuffy.

"I don't want to be angry with you. I just want to tell you that I'm willing to do all these things. It's not worth the loss."

The dark clouds outside the window were half dispersed, and the moonlight was shining on the vines at the edge of the lattice. All around is quiet, only his whispering voice, persistent and sincere.

Under the moonlight, there was a faint bird call.

The people around Jiang Zheliu moved for a moment, and seemed to turn over and face him. At the moment when the wind hit the bead curtain, the other side gently kissed his eyes across a layer of soft silk.

"If you really don't want me to, it's not worth the loss," he said. "Don't make me regret it. Don't refuse me."

"You..."

Jiang Zheliu just said a word and felt the familiar spirit stick up. The spirit of the other side is heavy and strong. Now it's so close that it's easy to send out and hug him.

The details of every emotion can be thoroughly felt.

Jiang Zheliu was pressed too tightly by him, and his fragile spirit seemed to be hugged. He pressed it carefully, and then hid it in his original spirit.

... with the skill of divine friendship, we can advance an inch.

The dependence of this technique was so strong that Jiang Zheliu was involuntarily encircled by him. He could not even say a word "no". He could only tightly hold his sleeve and was held in his arms.

After a short period of blending, his body had no strength, and his muscles and bones were softened by this feeling of blending. He turned his head and buried it in the arms of Wen renye, slowly breathing.

"... mean."

Jiang Zheliu took a slow breath and said slowly: "I'm not allowed to refuse in this way."

For the devil, these two words are almost praise for his bravery. The night of hearing people ring his waist, close to him to speak, not straight, gas also strong: "not comfortable?"

... comfortable is very comfortable, Shenjiao's effect is still very good, just a little too tired.

Jiang Zheliu didn't answer this sentence. He was a little sleepy. After a while, he said in a low voice, "don't move. Be quiet. Sleep with me."

These two words had a strong impact, and immediately occupied the mind of the Demon Lord. He rolled his Adam's apple and felt that the whole demon world was promising with him.

Wen renye held his hand and went over to kiss the silk covering his eyes: "OK, you can sleep."

The moon is quiet.

The waist under his palm is very narrow. It is like a piece of willow that is too light to weigh. It perches in his heart silently.

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The next morning.

If Chang Qian hadn't been with Jiang Zheliu all the time, he would have felt that he was being held by some villain. He looked at his little uncle with a wooden face, staring at the immortal brother, and never looked away.

He put the medicated food on the table, pestered achu with his elbow, and whispered, "what happened last night? Are they reconciled? "

"I don't know." Chu's eyes filled with stars to see in the past, "maybe this is sweet and sour love it!"

Chang Qian: "your tears come out of the corner of your mouth."

A Chu subconsciously touched the corner of his mouth and was about to retort. Before he said anything, the door beside him was knocked twice. The ginseng doll in the grey and pink Taoist costume peeped out from the crack of the door and said anxiously: "Jiang xianzun, the observer told me not to go out today."

She raised her eyes to look at the past, the words suddenly stopped, looking at the big devil who was full of evil spirit holding the beautiful and sick Jiang xianzun to speak, suddenly there was an illusion that "the words of those respectable bastards seemed right".

She got stuck for a while, and then said: "please come out for a while."

Jiang Zheliu was stuck in his ear by the little devil for a long time and said something about shenjiaoshu. Before he sorted out the content, he heard these words again.

... that doesn't sound right. It's no small matter to shut yourself up and ask someone to come out at night.

Jiang Zheliu pressed Wen renye's hand and asked ginseng doll calmly, "what happened? Can you tell me? "

The Taoist girl hesitated for a moment, thinking that the master didn't tell her whether to say it or not, she hesitated and said: "the day before yesterday, the real king of rosefinch came, and there was too much noise... So now many famous and decent people are waiting in the Daoyao hall, saying that they kneel down to ask the immortal to show up... To be at ease."

Jiang Zheliu was silent for a moment, and his eyebrows jumped abruptly. He could already think of the purpose of this group of people.

He held his finger and whispered, "take me out."

"No, your eyes are not ready." Smell people night want to also don't want to immediately refuse, "you don't need to pay attention to this group of people, also don't need to appear."

"They won't stop until they see me." Jiang Zheliu said, "if these people really kneel outside of Danxin temple, can you really kill them one by one?"

"Why not?"

Jiang Zheliu was choked by the little devil's reply and found that this man didn't care about the peace between the two worlds at all.

"If you kill them one by one." Jiang Zheliu slowly said, "it can be said that he is the devil in the world. It's not too much for the world to kill him, and I'm the one who lures you to kill."

"Sinner, do you mind fame so much?" Wen renye looked down at him and said, "you've managed your reputation for so many years, and it doesn't prevent these respectable people from being ungrateful..."

His lip was touched by a finger.

Jiang Zheliu's fingers are icy, but his voice is calm, as if he is talking about a small matter.

"What I mind is your reputation."

How to be the leader of the six realms? He should be the most promising one and should not go astray because of this.

Once upon a time, he thought that the demons were insidious, cunning and cruel. In the end, he found that none of the cold human nature he had experienced was more frank and pure.

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Dan Xin Guan, Daoyao Tang.

The Taoist robe of the year of Ember is loose, and the long hair is tied up with a blue hair rope. Holding his chin, he lazily looks at these people in front of him, with an expression of impatience.

There are about ten people standing or sitting in front of us. They are of different ages. They all seem to be on the top of the table. Wooden cards representing a certain sect are hanging around their waists.

Among them, the most important one is the master of Jinshao Pavilion. Behind him stands an old man with profound cultivation. He can't see the depth. On his back is a sword box full of gems.

Wushuang sword Pavilion, lanruo temple, handao gate, Wangu sect

Zhu Wuxin of Lingxiao sect didn't come. I don't know why. A female elder came on behalf of her. Wang Wenyuan of Tianji Pavilion didn't come either. With Wang Wenyuan's reaction speed, he should have found that he was poisoned, so he only sent two Dharma protectors of Tianji Pavilion.

And the lanruo temple, which has been avoiding the world for a long time, is the arrival of Zen master Mingjing.

The people in this big room almost represent all the existing forces in the world of Xiuzhen. Everyone is silent, and they don't know what they are thinking.

"My lord doctor." Mingmen zhengpai has a great respect for the year of Ember, at least in terms of face. "We are very relieved that xianzun is here to heal his wounds, but because of some recent rumors, we are really worried..."

"Amitabha, I only have a look." Master Mingjing said, "if you can see Master Jiang, it's OK."

"It's the same with us." The nun of Wangu sect manipulated the insects in her hand. "This time, it's hard to rest assured."

There was a voice of agreement around him. On the contrary, the people of Wushuang sword Pavilion and Lingxiao sect didn't speak. Jin Yujie always stood where he was and didn't say a word.

Maybe some of the words of these people are true or false, because they are worried about Jiang Zheliu. After observing for a moment, Yu Jinnian said, "it's not that I don't want you to see him, but that xianzun respected him..."

Before he finished lying, the bamboo curtain that had fallen down was rolled up.

They turned their heads and saw that the light curtain woven with bamboo was pulled up, revealing a snow-white skirt of Daofu, which was embroidered with pine and bamboo patterns. With the bamboo curtain completely pulled up, the room became more and more quiet.

Most of the people here are the first to see such a river broken willow.

Even the sound of breathing was gradually lowered, it seemed that I was afraid of something. In the long silence, only the sound of the string of Buddhist beads, which was broken in the middle of the way and stirred again and again, began to ring out gradually.

A lot of people are looking into his eyes, but more people dare not.

"I'm fine." Jiang Zheliu's tone is indifferent, "you go back."

No one answered.

After a short time, the female nun of Wangu sect and wuchong quietly lifted up her hem and knelt down in front of him, although she knew that the other party could not see: "the grace of saving each other, Wangu sect is full of gratitude. You treat me like a mountain of kindness. This time I came here to inquire about only one thing. Can the master of Wen Ren treat you harshly? If so, we won't let you be wronged even if we fight for your life. "

As her voice continued, more and more emissaries of different sects knelt down to thank Master Zuojiang for his help. Most of them were small sects, and they only listened to him from a long time ago.

On the contrary, there was no movement in the four Immortals' gate, and only master Mingjing of lanruo Temple followed suit.

Although Jiang Zheliu couldn't see it for a while, his senses were still sharp. He felt that the nun of Wangu sect had given a big gift from the source of his voice. He dropped his hand to support each other and calmly explained: "it's nothing. I heard that the Lord is my best friend, my... Good friend."

He hesitated for a rare moment before the word "good friend".

It was the first time that the nun met Jiang xianzun himself. Originally, she could still keep a serious face. As a result, when she met Jiang xianzun's cold fingertips, she was immediately attracted by the inexplicable smell of the other person. After staying in the same place, she stammered and said: "since, since it is so, it must be someone's rumor, xianzun..."

She blushed and her heart beat to the extreme. A girl's heart crackled for hundreds of years. All the fawns who had thought they were dead were bumping blindly. When the pink bubble on her body reached the peak, she was suddenly watched by a pair of purple eyes behind Jiang Zheliu.

The murderous spirit is everywhere, which makes people sweat.

The nun suddenly woke up, jumped up and took a big step back. Her back was soaked in cold sweat.

He was not the only one. At the moment of hearing people's night, many of his eyes on Jiang Zheliu were forced back. Those sect messengers who were staring at the elder and refused to turn their eyes were even more shocked. They pulled back their eyes and read "a knife on the head of the word" several times.

Everyone saw the master.

Originally, many sects trusted Jiang Zheliu very much and were very obedient. But as soon as the night came out, the smell of ferocity, full of evil, eating people without putting salt simply flourished, which made people immediately associate with the content of the story in the rumor.

They watched helplessly as the big devil took master Jiang's hand.

... how come!

No, let him go!!!

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Female repair: spring heart sprouts to spring heart does not move to be short of a big devil's distance, Ying.