My Darling Sick Beauty

The light in netherworld is weak.

The Styx is flowing, so the halo above is sometimes absent. Everything in the carriage is complete, even there are many pills. It's not a problem to be trapped in a short time.

But the situation is clearly not so peaceful.

Jiang Zheliu didn't ask the two little demons to do anything. His subconsciousness made him not place his hopes on others. Moreover, he is not safe now. He is OK. Ah Chu and Chang Qian are the most worried about their lives.

Jiang Zheliu told the two of them not to come, and then he reached out and touched the ink bracelet on his wrist.

The seal script of the demon clan on the bracelet has been lit up several times before, but it seems that it can block the perception of this magic weapon without triggering its aggressiveness.

The light leaked through the wooden window, and scattered afterglow fell.

Jiang Zheliu's physical condition is not very good. His body is still in pain, but this is not something unbearable, just some interference in his mind.

I wish you no heart.

Zhu Wuxin seems to be startled by the scene in front of him. He looks at the chain around Jiang Zheliu's left hand, and his eyes move up stiffly. He looks at him sitting on the inside of the bed, covered in a snow-colored thin shirt. He looks very tired and buries his head in his knees. He doesn't know when the hairpin has come off. His long hair curls up on his shoulder and spreads over his thin back.

What did he... What did he do?

I wish you a fool. His Adam's apple rolled up and down for a while, then slowly approached, and said in a low voice, "elder martial brother?"

When he makes a deal, he knows that the other party can wake up in his own body and gain temporary freedom. However, if the other party does something that he is extremely unwilling to do, the two will conflict.

Zhu Wuxin doesn't want to admit that he will do this to his elder martial brother. He looks at the bloodstain on the other side's sleeve, and his heart aches.

Jiang Zheliu raised her eyes and looked at it silently for a moment.

"Elder martial brother, what can I do for you?" He raised his hand and touched each other's long white hair. His voice was hoarse. "Should you drink medicine? If you are angry, hit me and scold me. Don't toss yourself. Where are all the medicines prescribed in Ember year? I'll get it for you... "

"No intention."

It's a little low, with a little husky.

Zhu Wuxin's action stopped immediately. He heard the crisp sound of the chain trembling, which almost urged his vigorous desire for monopoly to ferment continuously, inducing an unspeakable but incomparable sense of satisfaction.

His throat was dry and he came closer. He bowed his head and said in a low voice, "elder martial brother, I'm here."

I wish I didn't want to see that pair of dark and dull eyes looking at myself, see his frost white eyes spread a little red, gorgeous color dyed through the cold eyebrows. That pair of almost opaque eyes, reflecting his face, slowly filling out some moist tears.

I wish my heart trembled and I forgot to breathe.

His elder martial brother is incomparable in the world and has never shown such a look.

Zhu Wuxin looked at the other side, saw the long white eyelashes slowly falling, and heard the other side's low and forbearing voice.

"Unintentionally... You untie this."

I wish Wuxin had no brain at all. At this time, his thinking ability went back to zero. After a long time, he slowly reached out his hand and pressed it to the other end of the chain, but he didn't untie it directly. Instead, he touched Jiang Zheliu's hand. When he saw that the other side didn't avoid it, he poked the part that held his wrist. When he found that it wasn't so tightly tied, he whispered: "it's the nether world outside. There's nothing beautiful. When elder martial brother is willing to take down the bracelet that the devil gave you, I'll take you somewhere else to live in seclusion. Right now... You'll be by my side, will you? "

He didn't wait for Jiang Zheliu to reply, and continued to say to himself, "you don't need to move anything, just have a good rest. I'll take care of you. "

It sounds more like a canary in a cage.

"If my elder martial brother teaches me, I will be able to deal with everything of Lingxiao school." Zhu Wuxin said more boldly. He came close to his forehead and said, "elder martial brother, Lord he promised that I would not invade the cultivation world. It's OK."

Jiang Zheliu looked into his eyes. He was no longer confused by the other party's way of thinking. Instead, he was silent for a moment and said in a soft voice, "I won't leave. You can untie the chain. I don't want to..."

"I don't want to be like a bird tied," he continued, after a pause

His eyes are still red, light and soft. The voice is also very gentle and soft. It doesn't sound like any other intention.

Zhu Wuxin was a little worried when he heard this. He said: "it's not like this. I treat elder martial brother... I treat elder martial brother... As a couple."

The more he explained, the more nervous he was, and the more he wanted to explain. Finally, he hesitated for a moment, but he still couldn't reach Jiang Zheliu's eyes. Thinking that the other party was like this, he untied the chain of the underworld which seemed to be tied at the head of the bed with his spiritual power.

The beauty trick will never change. Even if you know you shouldn't, you will still jump in.

Zhu Wuxin took his wrist, rubbed the shallow red mark on the back of his hand, and said a lot about the past.

Jiang Zheliu seems a little sleepy.

When his body is extremely tired, it's easy for him to fall asleep. Although Zhu Wuxin is not very clear about this point, he has a bad heart. He let go of his opponent's wrist, and then he can't help but embrace this thin body. He can hardly feel the weight from him.

The other person's body is too light, but it's not the light weight on the surface of ordinary people, but the weight of the spirit and Tao body is empty when they are held up.

Jiang Zheliu has a kind of breath like a light snow day in early winter. It's cold and soft. The closer it is, the clearer it feels.

"Elder martial brother," Zhu Wuxin said, "are you sleepy?"

This is a clear question.

There was only a vague and low reply.

Zhu Wuxin doesn't know what he's feeling now. He feels that it's not true and he feels confused. He even feels that what he's holding is not Jiang Zheliu himself, but the dreamlike bubble born on him, which will disappear in a flash.

The moment when he really felt that he got it was the time when he was most upset.

Until he heard the sound of the sword.

The hand that is untied can easily hold the Lingxiao sword standing by the bed and pull out the ice sheath.

Zhu Wuxin was two seconds late, and then figured out all this. Instead, he finally grasped a sense of reality. He thought that his elder martial brother was too normal to do so. Instead of dodging, he stuck to Jiang Zheliu's ear and whispered: "if you are really angry, you can stab me with a few swords."

Most people can't pull out the Lingxiao sword, even if Zhu Wuxin comes, it's very hard. But this sword used to be Jiang Zheliu's sabre, and the sword recognized its owner, so it can be easily pulled out of the ice sheath. But people without aura, even if recognized by the world's first famous sword, can't wield one ten thousandth of its strength.

At most, the other party only causes some injuries that can be caused by ordinary people. For the monks, even if they don't have any precautions, they will be completely repaired by the Lingtai or Yuanying three or five days later.

"I knew elder martial brother had not forgiven me." Zhu Wuxin closed his eyes and didn't let go of his hand. "As long as you don't leave me, I will do anything..."

There was a sudden pause in his words.

The smell of blood spread, but it was not his.

Jiang Zheliu's palm crossed the Lingxiao sword, and the flowing blood soaked the body of the sword. The lettering on the Lingxiao sword was full of blood, and the light was low.

He can't use a little aura. It's a broken vase. When aura enters his body, it will only leak out, but his realm is still there. His body is still half the way of Jinxian, and his blood is full of aura.

However, the Taoist body is in a state of dilapidation and nearly withered. There is not much blood left in it.

As soon as the sweet smell spread, the sharp edge of Lingxiao sword broke out a dazzling cold light, and then there was a dull sound that fell into the body. It crossed from the back to the front chest. There was no deviation in the standard.

Bright red dyed snow coat.

I wish you have no time to see each other's eyes. Between those eyes, which were just full of tears and slightly red, there was only darkness left, and there was endless silence.

The blood drops from the fingertips of the willow drop on the ground.

"Half a hundred steps is ninety." He didn't have any expression. His tone was calm and said, "the ancients didn't cheat me."

Lingxiao sword runs through Zhu Wuxin's body from the rear, nailing the spirit in the body to death, even the part that seems to be attached to the body can't easily break away.

"... you." Zhu Wuxin spat out a big mouthful of blood, tightly holding the wrist of his other hand, hoarse voice: "you will die! I'm a magician. The border will break. The river Styx is full of ghosts. "

"Lord he will let me die in the nether world." Jiang Zheliu looked at each other and seemed to be thinking about this question, "isn't an immortal statue without the power to bind a chicken more valuable than a corpse?"

Before the words came down, several terrible cracks burst out on the border. The next moment, the whole Styx river was split by the knife air, and the endless ghosts in the river dissipated under the knife. The tide separated on both sides, and Yu Jin smashed the border, and the carriage was split into ashes.

But this Dao Qi suddenly retreated when it was about to touch Jiang Zheliu's hair, so that no one was hurt. Only the mane of the warhorse in the demon world was removed.

The tide of Styx is surging and circling around, and the sky is covered with black clouds. The Demon Lord in bone armor is suspended in the air, and the ink knife in his hand swings out his cruel intention to kill.

When he split the water of the Styx, the breath that had been blocked suddenly reappeared. The brain that hears person night to be confused suddenly wakes up, kill the intention fiercely to close most.

The carriage split, and the scarlet bloodstain crushed the devil's emotion directly. It was only three seconds to wake up. The demons behind him watched the Lord plunge into the bottom of the Styx River and rush in without thinking about it. The Styx River, which was blocked by knife Qi, was boiling and spreading, and the tide was circling on both sides.

Jiang Zheliu only heard the sound of the broken border, and then he was covered by a dark shadow.

The huge bone wings wrapped him. When the hard armor met him, every inch softened and converged. The purple gems inlaid in the armor disappeared. They came back into the eyes and became the eyes of ordinary people. The familiar light fragrance of pine and cypress surrounded him, which made him lose strength all over his body, and his spirit of strong support relaxed a lot.

The little devil seems to be scared.

It's clearly that he was kidnapped... It seems that he was the victim at night. He held him and didn't speak. A pair of bone wings gathered him more and more tightly, and clasped his back around his waist. He didn't let go.

The evil spirit converged very clean, and he didn't feel the intention of killing, but Jiang Zheliu felt that he was afraid for no reason.

Until he felt the heat and moisture on his shoulders.

... crying?

The more you don't talk at night, the more uncomfortable it is. Jiang Zheliu couldn't even comfort him. He coughed a few times. In fact, he was so tired that he wanted to go to bed. But the little devil seemed very sad. He didn't want to let himself fall asleep. Instead, he held each other back and whispered, "I'm ok, really... Really OK."

This is hardly convincing.

Jiang Zheliu wanted to say something more to ease the atmosphere, and was suddenly turned to kiss by the other side.

He was stunned for a moment and didn't respond. In this default indulgence gap, the other party seemed to be looking for a reassuring sense of existence, deeply entered the sweep, occupied all the initiative and grabbed his breath.

Jiang Zheliu would be overwhelmed if he didn't hold him. He felt numb at the tip of his tongue. He really had no strength. He had to rely on his arms to let him do whatever he wanted, and his eyes began to turn red again.

This time it's real, out of control.

After hearing that seven or eight monsters with strange shapes were shocked one after another. They stood not far away and looked at each other. No one dared to speak, but they couldn't stand it. A later one, Shi Bingchen, came from behind, a moment later than them. When he fell to the bottom of the Styx River, he saw this scene.

He was stunned and looked at Jiang xianzun, who was protected by the Lord. He looked at the hand that the devil queen put on the Lord's shoulder. It was slender and delicate, extremely fragile, and the palm was still bleeding.

Shi Bingchen swallowed his saliva hard, then looked down at the body stabbed by Lingxiao sword on the ground, and murmured: "can you kill the remnant blood?" Don't you lose all your accomplishments and can't fight? "

The demons around him didn't look very well either. They seemed to think of the years when xianzun saw them and had a fight. They deeply doubted what kind of mixed doubles would be reserved in the future. The most important thing is - ah! Dream lover! My boss kisses my dream lover!

Despair these two big words mercilessly poke in the spring heart sprouts on the evil heart.

Shi Bingchen didn't understand the thoughts of the demons. He raised his arm and pestled the one beside the pestle: "what are you looking at? I've been cleaned up. Don't we always have winners and wives in the demon world? The losers are too weak. Want to open up a little bit. "

To some extent, it seems that this has also contributed to the evil world's atmosphere of long fighting power but not long brain.

Jiang Zheliu was not distracted, didn't pay attention to what they said, and didn't even notice that there were people nearby. He was really exhausted by the little devil. He put his strength on his shoulder and slowly breathed. After a long time, he whispered: "I wish you no heart..."

He wanted to talk to Wen renye about the dragon's pulse, but he just said these three words. On the ground, there was an infinite spirit of ghost cultivation on the body penetrated by Lingxiao sword. At the next moment, Lingxiao sword clanged and was suddenly shaken away for more than ten meters.

In fact, Yuan Ying's Tao body, which has been punctured so precisely, can't be used any more. He seems to have some regrets that the transaction can not be completed as he wishes, but this kind of regret is not particularly obvious.

The next moment, the body was completely engulfed by the strong ghost Qi, it didn't seem to disappear, on the contrary, it seemed to be put away.

The whole water of the river Styx surged and vibrated, and thousands of evil spirits screamed bitterly. Several giant chains emerge from the bottom of the river, entangled like a cable bridge. In the middle of the chain, a shadow without substance slowly condenses into a shape, but it's chained and can't move too much.

It's like black hair and grey eyes. The hair is naturally curly. It seems to have been cut off and only grows to the back of the neck. He sat between the chains of Tongyou, supported his chin with one hand, and said with a smile, "listen to people and respect the Lord."

He Suo seems to be knocking on the chain, with a smile on his lips: "this pair of you is really too much. Everyone has to chop my River Styx once."

Hearing the night, the wings of bones move.

In terms of cruelty and killing, the demons are definitely the first of all the clans, but in terms of insidious and cunning, the second is ghost cultivation, and no one else is.

"Old thing."

Hearing people's eyes turn around at night, his deep purple eyes are almost covered with a layer of fierce blood. He pulls the corners of his lips, and his tone is cold.

"I'll kill you."

He protected Jiang Zheliu behind him. The dark ink knife reappeared from his palm, and a sharp cold light broke out on the blade.

The endless evil spirits entangle and go up. They are cut down at the bottom of the river by the accompanying demons. The howling Yasha Shura pours on them and is split into pieces by the ferocious demons.

Immortal fight, Shi Bingxian didn't mean to intervene. He quietly came up behind Jiang Zheliu and dared not touch him anywhere. He only poked his shoulder carefully with his fingertips.

Jiang Zheliu knew that he couldn't stop the little demon king. He was also heard that he was surrounded in the range of bone wings at night. He was very safe. He just relaxed. At this time, he was poked and turned around and was stuffed with a cold thing.

... they really feed like this.

Jiang Zheliu bit the colorless stone and licked it. It was so cool.

Shi Bingchen was hit by Meise at a short distance. He was stunned. He looked up at the Lord in front of him. In a moment, the color was empty, and said: "Xuantong giant door products, green and natural, children and old people have no deception, to fill your body. Xianzun, don't worry about our Lord. He's not impulsive for a day or two. Instead of trying to coax you, he's fighting with that old ghost... "

The colorless stone melts rapidly between the lips and glides through the throat like ice water. The pain in jiangzheliu's body was temporarily suppressed, and his mind was clear. He looked up at the big red demon in front of him: "thank you."

"Oh, you're welcome. Who are we. You will be my sister-in-law Shi Bingchen rubbed his hands and said, "the group of demons fighting nearby are more fierce than each other. When they meet xianzun, they dare not say a word. The old tradition of the demon world is serious and Counseling... Is this delicious? Lord, I've killed a different species for you. I took it out of my mind... "

It's another chatterbox.

Jiang Zheliu didn't feel much until he heard the last sentence. Then he slowly converged and said, "from... In my mind?"

"Yes Shi Bingchen looked forward, "that alien is not much weaker than you were then. The Lord is so strong."

Jiang Zheliu

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Over a thousand years old, I had to sell my face.

And put it on the public screen.