My Darling Sick Beauty

In the dead of night.

The water outside Danxin temple is rippling, and the lake surface is like a mirror.

Ember year sitting on the futon, the hand of the medicine stove scattered a wisp of thick fragrance. He held the dust in his other hand, half on the medicine stove.

The fragrance of the medicine is overflowing. One side of the boy half kneeling on one side, holding the cup tampering herbs, medicine pestle issued a clear collision sound.

The moon enters the window.

This furnace of medicine needs to collect Moonlight before it can be produced, so it is refined at this moment. In the year of Ember, when I saw the frost in front of me, my fingertips just covered the stove cover and suddenly stopped.

He heard tiny footnotes.

In the year of Ember, I watched for a moment, took back my hand and looked up at the people coming from the night.

The other side's step is very slow, wait for a while, just appear in the eyes of Ember year. The visitor is a young man, wearing the Dharma protector robe of Tianji Pavilion, with the design and emblem of stars all over the sky, long hair like ink, and beautiful eyes.

"... it's you."

The year of Ember swept one eye and pulled the corner of his lips: "Wang Wenyuan dare not come?"

"The elder brother was poisoned by the poison of the cone heart. He understood the mind and temperament of the doctor saint, so he didn't dare to set foot again."

Wang Moxuan sat opposite him, sitting calmly on the ground with one hand on his knee and looking up.

Although Wang Moxuan is the Dharma protector of Tianji Pavilion, he is actually Wang Wenyuan's half brother... But his voice is not so easy.

The year of Ember stared at him for a moment and suddenly said, "can you speak?"

"It's temporary. I'm here to negotiate for my brother." He pointed to his heart and said, "here is a cicada. You and I can hear what you and I are talking about."

Ember year sneered and said: "you and I are young classmates. I am a man of no school and no school. You are the second young master of Tianji Pavilion. How come at this time, instead, you have become like this. You are full of curses and poisonous insects. You have to rely on others to control whether you can speak or not, so that people are not ghosts or ghosts... You really deserve to be a decent sect of brothers and sisters."

He made a mockery to Wang Wenyuan, but he didn't show mercy.

"There's nothing to talk about. Cone heart poison powder and Wutong Hanqing powder are both chronic poisons that attack gradually. Let your brother wait to die. As for you, stay up for another half year and collect his body alive. "

Looking at him, Wang Moxuan shook his head, looked down at his heart, raised his hand and said to Yu Jinnian in sign language

We have the same life contract.

He will die with Wang Wenyuan.

Ember year Mou Guang a Zheng, hold the hand of brush dust suddenly a tight, a long time just slowly loosen, vomit a breath, way: "how, you still don't want to collect corpse?"

He can't show his worry, that's the handle, and then the initiative will not be in his hands.

Wang Moxuan said, "I have only one family member. Even if he is strict with me, I can't lose him."

Even if that sounds like a lie, the year of embers is tickling. He looked at Wang Moxuan's rebellious and submissive face, and his brain was buzzing.

Wang Moxuan is the second young master of Tianji Pavilion who was exiled because of factional strife. When he was still in his belly, he was poisoned and was born speechless. He once went to school with Yu Jinnian in the same school. When the old Pavilion leader was still there, he was really brothers and sisters with Wang Wenyuan. He lived carefree and his voice was cured, but since the old Pavilion leader died, After his brother took over, he suddenly became dumb again.

Tianji Pavilion said that the old disease recurred. Later, Yu Jinnian sent him a letter asking if he needed medical treatment. However, since his elder brother took over, they had the chance to meet for the first time... Yu Jinnian thought that he didn't want to communicate with him. Only a few days ago, after seeing Wang Wenyuan's calculation, did he realize that it was not so simple.

Since that day, the year of Ember began to collect the rumors and news of Tianji Pavilion. After special investigation, many rumors have been found... Nothing is secret, but most people will not believe it.

It was only when I saw him tonight and heard that there was a cicada in his chest that he completely believed it. And those sarcasm are not only sarcasm, but also threats and temptations to Wang Wenyuan.

"Family? Does this bastard take you as a relative? You are just an object that he plays with, and you deserve to say "family."

The year of Ember showed a look of not thinking about the old love, and every sentence poked his heart: "he wants to see the dragon fight and reap profits. Well, since he comes to me, I'll give him some hope."

He raised his eyes and looked at the person in front of him. He raised his hand and pinched the collar of the other party with the star map of Tianji Pavilion. Half of his face sank into the night, and his tone was lingering and ambiguous: "as long as he leaves your brother to accompany me for one night. I'll give him a chance. "

Wang Moxuan didn't expect that he would say that. They looked at each other for a moment, and then they knew each other's intention. He inhaled gently, and after a while he said: "is that the way?"

Yu Xiannian lowered his head to open his collar, and his eyes swept over the knife wound on his heart. He reached out and touched each other's bright and white chest, and sure enough, he felt the vibration of the cicada. He lowered his head very close to each other, causing the illusion of hearing. He reached out again for a while, and met the seal script of the same life contract at the waist below.

It's cruel.

"Why?" The year of Ember pasted in his ear, his voice was frivolous, "will Wang Wenyuan give up you?"

When Yu Jinnian said this, his voice was very romantic, but his expression and eyes were as clear as water.

He wanted to write down the curse, chewen, and traces of poisonous insects and poisons. This was almost the only chance.

No one has a way but him.

And... He hasn't heard this man's voice for a long time.

Their acting skills are not bad, and their dialogue and emotional control are enough to confuse the real with the false. Although they only need to create the false appearance with sound, they don't have to fight with real weapons, they have no experience in the end. In the year of Ember, there was little yellow book's guidance, but Wang Moxuan could only rely on his intuition to speculate, but it was just right.

After the event, Yu Jinnian remembers the last Qiwen pattern in his heart, turns his head and looks at the stunned ginseng doll, frowning to his lips and telling him not to make a sound.

I haven't seen you for many years. It's such an embarrassing situation when we meet. It's really forced by the situation and the opportunity is fleeting.

Wang Moxuan lowered his head and put on his clothes again. His voice was still hoarse. At the moment, the moon was drifting and the sky was a little white.

"Now we can..."

"No way." The year of Ember cut off his words, "I can give him the elixir to suppress the pain. If he wants to live two more years, he will find a way to kill Zhu Wuxin. I want to wish that Zhu Wuxin repents before he dies and kowtows in front of master Jiang. As for you -- "

He leaned over and rubbed each other's lips. He didn't know what he thought, so he suddenly took a bite.

The bite was broken, a few drops of blood appeared, and the lip was swollen.

The other side didn't move, just slightly frowned, and had an extraordinary trust in the year of Ember.

The year of Ember smelled the smell of blood on his lips and looked up at him.

... even the blood on his body is mixed with the smell of various poisons, how can anything difficult fall into his hands.

He suppressed the anger in his heart and continued: "you are delicious."

Moonlight along the sentence projected down, fell on each other's slightly trembling eyelashes. In a tone of voice, the year of Ember said: "come again next time?"

"Please give me the elixir to relieve the pain of the heart... There will be another time."

Yu Jinnian glanced at his chest, then tied his light blue belt tightly, sat back and looked at the medicine stove: "OK, take the medicine and go. Tell Wang Wenyuan, don't think I have any nostalgia for you or any conspiracy. You're not as good as a cheap cauldron."

The harder he spoke, the more Wang Moxuan wanted to laugh. He gave a silent smile, took the medicine bottle, saluted to the year of Ember, and then left Danxin Temple quietly.

The moon is clear.

Ember year sitting in the same place, closed his eyes, stopped for a long time, did not speak. One side of the ginseng doll came over, slightly kneaded and said: "Guanzhu, why do you say that about other people? Why does he laugh when you say that..."

"... I don't know." The year of Ember murmured, "if it had been before, he would have cried to me."

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The more progress Jiang Zheliu's treatment progress is, the more medicine he has to take.

The effects of these drugs are different, but not even one of them is less. It's just that his eyes have finally recovered. Congratulations.

Wen renye personally untied the blindfolded silk for him, held each other's cheek and stared at him for a long time. After a long time, he said: "it seems more beautiful."

Jiang Zheliu saw each other clearly again and was not used to this kind of strong light. He closed his eyes and opened them again. After a while, he replied, "maybe it looks better in your dream."

He just said it casually, but he was really in the little devil's dream.

Hearing this sentence, he couldn't help thinking of some messy things in his dream. Just as he was carrying a budding devil's heart, he saw Jiang Zheliu go to the pole and take out a book from the bedside.

On the cover of the book is a very serious "Avenue" two words.

His eyes are better, and the pleasure of reading is restored.

Wen renye looked at him calmly and opened the pages of the book. He still coveted the book he talked about with Yu Jinnian a few days ago. He put his hand on the edge of the page and asked, "you can't see it before. Why do you put it beside the bed?"

Jiang Zheliu knew that he wanted to see it, but he didn't want to say anything about it, so he gave him a generous look at the content and said calmly, "in order to raise the pillow."

What a practical answer.

Wen renye took over the book and reviewed the content. His attitude was similar to that of Jinjiang audit. After reading for a long time, he didn't find the content below his neck, so he gave the dog blood popular book back to him.

As soon as the little devil sat down, he heard his sweetheart's quiet inquiry.

"How do you demons reproduce?"

Hearing that night, my heart suddenly jumps. I think of those mating ways that are hard to look directly at and describe inside the demon world. I look at the icy river broken willow in front of me. I feel worried about my future. Hesitantly, I ask, "are you very interested?"

He was not particularly interested, but his curiosity was aroused by the contents of the private book of the year of Ember. Jiang Zheliu just casually asked, and did not expect to hear the night really answer, after all, this kind of thing can be regarded as privacy at any time.

If Wen renye really wants to share this privacy with him, it's estimated that his weak bones can't bear it.

"It's OK not to say it." Jiang Zheliu turned a page and said, "I don't have to know. I just think of it occasionally and ask casually."

He is really the first learned man in the world of cultivation. It's just that erudite fields don't include these. There's a profession in the art field, and he's not a yellow book seller.

He said it calmly.

But the little devil had been influenced by this sentence. After thinking for a long time, he couldn't help but press his hand to open the book. He drew closer, took a deep breath on him, and whispered, "I'll tell you?"

Jiang Zheliu is tireless in seeking knowledge, so he will not refuse. He kindly closed the book and looked at the little devil in front of him.

Hearing the warm breath of the night, he whispered to him implicitly for a while, briefly describing the most common types of demons, and then uttered in a tone of uneasiness: "the demons are not the same."

He said that although the previous several ferocious, but still within the expectations of Jiang Zheliu, not particularly strange. He nodded and looked up at him without thinking what he would hear next.

"In the case of prototypes, the duration will be very long." The night whispered, "you can't stand it."

Jiang Zheliu's action made his ears burn. He took a cup of tea from one side of the table as if nothing had happened to him. He avoided the other side and lowered his head to drink.

"There's a structure in the middle that gets stuck in it." "If it's not moist enough, it will hurt," he said

Jiang Zheliu couldn't listen any more. In terms of his age and experience, even if he saw the live spring on the spot, Gong probably wouldn't frown. However, when the little demon king held his hand and said these words in a low tone, he couldn't bear it at all. After reading so many little yellow books, it seemed that he had fed the dog and had nothing left.

In the final analysis, he should not be curious about this kind of thing because of the undergraduate general books. The reason why he is erudite is that his curiosity and thirst for knowledge are relatively strong. He thinks that knowing more about one thing will add more intangible weight... But now he has retired, he does not need to work hard for Lingxiao school, and he does not need to continue this thirst for knowledge together.

Jiang Zheliu was a little annoyed. As he reflected, he said, "I see. You don't have to say..."

"Although the human form structure of the demons is normal, they do not have the ability to breed while maintaining their human form." Hearing people staring at him at night, he said, "at least a part of demonization is necessary to have the ability of mating and reproduction... Except desire and demons."

Jiang Zheliu was staring at him unnaturally. He moved a few inches to the inside of the bed, looked at him and said, "demonization, for example?"

Wen renye lowers his head, buries it on his shoulder, stops, takes a deep breath, and then retreats a few inches after a while.

Jiang Zheliu saw the magic angle between the black hair of the other side.

It's covered with blood red patterns, and the seal script of the demon clan goes up layer by layer. The background is dark purple, almost black.

He always wanted to touch it.

I don't dare now.

It's not that Jiang Zheliu is afraid of not being allowed to hear people's night. It's mainly that the current atmosphere is too subtle. He felt that as an elder, he should not be unable to distinguish between the breath of young predators and the danger at the moment.

Although he is usually said to be a big devil, Jiang Zheliu doesn't really want to be ravaged. He restrained his hand and tried his best to ask in the simple direction of popularizing knowledge: "under what circumstances will it be demonized?"

"War spirit is boiling, strenuous exercise, body temperature is rising." Smell the person night to stare at him, "still have... Courtship instinct."

Jiang Zheliu: "this is quite spiritual."

Not only spirituality, but also intelligence.

Spirituality is not only demonization, but also the dependence developed by their divine relationship. Although Jiang Zheliu was very restrained, his eyes still stayed on the magic horns for a few seconds. And Wen renye was very concerned about his every move, which directly led the little devil to see each other's idea at a glance, and he didn't mind to lower his head to touch him.

Jiang Zheliu finally failed to resist the temptation.

The pattern is coiled and full of magic seal characters. It feels a little rough and hard. The blood pattern on it is higher than the surrounding temperature, and it seems to contain rich magic.

He moved his hand away and said for a while, "it looks very suitable for you. It's fierce."

Hearing someone hold him in the middle of the night, his voice gave a dull "um". I didn't know what I was thinking. After a while, he came near Jiang Zheliu's ear and said in a low voice: "I really want to..."

There are only three words.

The voice behind didn't come out.

If he doesn't, Jiang Zheliu can guess. He reluctantly reached out to hold back, as if to appease a manic and depressed beast: "no, you will damage me."

The man in the big devil's arms is made of crystal. It's too easy to break.

Hearing that he didn't speak at night, some of them held him tightly for a few minutes. Just when Jiang Zheliu thought that he had given up, he was overwhelmed on the bed.

Said to be overwhelming, but in fact there is not much strength, smell night baby he is like, no force.

The little devil on his body was buried on his shoulder and said low: "I'll go back to the devil kingdom to deal with business in two days. Xuantong gate can't be half closed. You're wearing my bracelet. Don't take it off. I'll come back if anything happens."

"Good." Jiang Zheliu said, "if you go for a long time, you can go back to Zhongnanshan directly."

According to the theory of Ember year, there is a resurrection stone to support his body. When the prescription stabilizes again, it is the same where to heal and provide for the aged, and there is no need to stay in the concept of Danxin all the time.

Wen renye felt a little uneasy when he went back, but he took a look at the bracelet on his wrist. Instead of saying anything more, he took another sip from the person in his arms and said slowly, "I want to..."

"... you don't want to."

Jiang Zheliu interrupted in time.

It's not that he's hanging the little devil, but it's not true. As long as Jiang Zheliu estimates it, he will be able to think of where his corpse will be tomorrow and where it will be preserved for a longer time.

The night was quiet again.

He is also very patient, but Jiang Zheliu's spirit body and rebirth stone are really strong. Wen renye has been a golden immortal for a long time. He shouldn't feel hungry. But when he holds the other person in his arms, the wonderful and indescribable "hunger" still torments the mind of the devil.

Jiang Zheliu comforted him slowly, until the breath of the other side was lower and lower, and the slightly warm lips touched the corners of his mouth, with a trace of surging heat.

He made a movement.

This pause seemed to give Wen renye the courage to continue. He found that Jiang Zheliu was not disgusted, so he tried to move over and gently touched his lips to depict each other's smooth and soft lips.

Jiang Zheliu's body temperature is very low, and he is also a heavenly spirit. For the demons, who are born to be hot and dry, it's so comfortable that people don't want to let go.

He didn't dare to go too far. He just kisses each other intimately and gently. When Jiang Zheliu's breathing is disordered, he whispers: "do you like it?"

Although he knew that the other side was not disgusted, he didn't want Jiang Zheliu to be patient in order to cooperate with himself.

After a while, the other side coughed gently, then said: "you seem to be... Emboldened."

Hearing this, I was afraid that he didn't like it: "really..."

"Well." Jiang Zheliu was lying on the bed and took a long breath. He felt that his heart was going to revive with the other party. He laughed for a while and said slowly, "it's growing."

At night, he was dazzled by his sweetheart's smile. He couldn't make a clear score. He looked down at each other, his purple eyes shining: "then, then let me kiss again..."

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Two days later, after hearing the Lord's advice, he went back to the demon world step by step. He wanted to leave his eyes here.

Chang Qian and a Chu finally have a chance to get close to brother Shenxian. In ordinary times, as long as they hear people around Jiang Zheliu at night, they can't see other people's interference at all. They can't see it very well, just like brother Shenxian, who can't take care of himself.

Chang Qian happily changed the tea in the teapot, and then he was ready to take a sip next to the human shaped cat mint. He happened to see Jiang Zheliu sitting on his favorite little chair reading a book.

What he read was the book given by Yu Guanzhu. The cover of the book was simple and elegant. The title of the book was very serious, but the content seemed to be something that children could not read.

Chang Qian just glanced at it, didn't pay much attention to it, and didn't know what it was about. At this moment, Jiang Zheliu finished the last page of the book, and still couldn't recover from these wonderful knowledge.

He raised his eyes and looked at Chang Qian thoughtfully for a while, then suddenly asked, "Xiao Qian, is your mother a snake demon?"

Chang Qian didn't know why he suddenly asked this question. He was half demon and half demon, his father was demon, and his mother was demon. At this time, he naturally said, "my mother is the youngest daughter of the snake king, and I fall in love with my father freely. My father's first wife is Yu. Demon, but he died long ago, and later he got to know my mother... But I confused the blood of the demon kingdom. After my father died, My half brother has been trying to kill me. Fortunately, my little uncle stopped me. "

Jiang Zheliu was silent for a long time. He didn't know where the key point was. He thought: "what a heroic mother."

Chang Qian: "Er, ah?"

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Chang Qian: how do you feel that brother Shenxian is boasting about this direction!