My Darling Sick Beauty

The most beautiful thing in Zhongnan mountain is plum blossom.

Everything flows, only Baimei remains unchanged.

Jiang Zheliu is wearing a fluffy snow cloak and a small and delicate handstove in the palm. The brocade boots with soft soles and velvet were worn by Wen Ren at night. They were as soft as silk, with wisps of warmth.

He knocked off the hairpin before tying his hair. Then he nestled in the arms of the little devil king and slept soundly. Up to now, he still hasn't combed his hair properly. The frosty snow hair curls on the same color collar and almost melts into one.

The moonlight fell on his shoulder, showing half of the back of his hand when he was holding the stove. It was white and transparent, without any blood color.

Wen renye was beside him, holding his fingers.

This is the pavilion where I saw the meteor before. The seats in the pavilion are made of rocks. Now there is a soft carpet of fox skin. When the Demon Lord put him down from his arms, he also hated the hard and cold layers of the broken stone. He complained unreasonably.

The little devil kept him like a glass man.

In fact, it is not so cold on a snowy night. As the saying goes, it is better to melt the snow than to snow. Only after the snow stops will the temperature drop suddenly.

Wen Ren sat next to him at night, arms around him. The black cloak on his body overlaps with Jiang Zheliu's snow cloak, and gradually gets closer and closer to each other.

Jiang Zheliu looked at it for a while. He rubbed the stove with his finger and said slowly, "I told you to come back, not only because I was tired."

In a clear and peaceful tone, he narrated the similar things one by one, and then pointed out that the great chain of Tongyou was broken. His words were concise and comprehensive, and the context was outlined in a few sentences.

"... if I had known that." Jiang Zheliu's tone was flat, "I won't stop you that day, but it's a little easier."

He said to the little devil that day that if he takes half a hundred steps, he will be one step away.

But at the last step, they all broke down. The younger martial brother he raised himself died in his own hands.

Jiang Zheliu lowered his head, palms slowly fit the stove, said: "it's a pity that the world did not know."

Hearing the silence of the night for a long time, I watched him with a touch of light and cold moonlight, looking at the drooping eyebrows of the river broken willows.

He could not understand what Jiang Zheliu felt when he said these words.

"If my master knew." Jiang Zheliu smiles a little, "I'm afraid I'll regret it."

Hearing people staring at him at night: "if Zhu Wenyuan really had the feelings of raising you, he would have regretted long ago - giving birth to such a thing to drag you down."

Jiang Zheliu said: "there is no drag. It was not like this before."

"People are dead." Smell the person night Mou light to send chilly, "you pour is to think he is good."

Since the little devil came back this time, he seems to have a lot of tough temper. He seems to be scared by his sudden disappearance, and his work of extortion seems to have improved a little.

"Before you wake up, I went to danxinguan." Heard the night way, "the year of Ember went out to collect medicine, I don't know where I went. Let him show you when he comes back. "

"Well."

"Shi Bingchen has brought back Lingxiao sword." When hearing people mention this sword at night, they can't help thinking of the appearance of the sword left in Jiang Zheliu's hands, "what are you going to do with it?"

"I was thinking, too." Jiang Zheliu thought, "even if it is to send back Lingxiao sect, no one can use it."

"Then stay with you." This is exactly what Wen renye wants. In his heart, only the other party's hand is qualified to pick up Lingxiao sword.

Jiang Zheliu took a look at the pale palm of his hand and sighed: "the treasure is covered with dust, and it's a terrible thing."

"If it falls into the hands of a villain, it's a real treasure." Hearing this, he frowned and said, "don't let me break the willows."

When Jiang Zheliu faced the demon world, he still held a sword to suppress the border and refused to give up any land. However, when faced with the Lingxiao school and Zhengdao people he supported, he was always used to give in.

This is not the kind of soft character of the concession, but more like the care of others as the elders, have unlimited overall concept and tolerance. Even if he himself is as cold as ice, it doesn't affect the other party's silent care.

The sound of the night was very low, the breath was warm and hot, and slowly fell on the edge of the ear. Jiang Zheliu's ears turned red, as if he had been stabbed at a secret sensitive point. He suddenly fell into a trance for a moment, but the other side didn't retreat. Intentionally or unintentionally, he got closer, and the lip front almost touched the earlobe.

His waist is going to be soft.

This sensitive part of the body, even Jiang Zheliu himself is not particularly clear. In the past, Jiang xianzun, who was high above the world, was unparalleled in the world. No one would be so presumptuous.

With burning ears, he was encircled in his arms by his opponent. He could not avoid it, so he had to concentrate on sorting out a line from his words and replied: "this sword is unique. If it is left in my hand, people will think that I still have the heart to fight for power."

"Not for power." Wen renye always takes him as the standard, "it's the return of things to their original owners."

He didn't step back. His eyes stopped on each other's face, and his Adam's Apple moved. Then he held him in his arms again and tentatively touched his lip. The action was very slight.

Jiang Zheliu stopped and looked up at him.

"Have you acquiesced to be with me?" The little devil touched his lips and gave him a gentle kiss. "Broken willow, you can see that the demon world likes you very much. You don't have to worry too much."

The demons really like him. They are basically the kind of people who like to pry into the corner. Looking at the Lord and the empress, their eyes are just like the essence of lemon, sour out of the sky. A group of demons also discussed taking back the queen of demons, but because the bad environment in the demon world was not suitable for healing, they were beaten back by people at night... Oh no, they were advised to go back.

Jiang Zheliu's impression on the whole demon world is too strong. In those years, those big demons were not trying to be artificial. As a result, they were pulled back one by one by Lingxiao sword. But Jiang xianzun was so beautiful that he was defeated and defeated again and again. There is no delay between secret love and being beaten.

Jiang Zheliu didn't expect this situation in the demon world. He was dizzy by the other party's breath, and the breath of pines and cypresses lingered on his nose. He was hugged by the little devil. After a while, he said in a low voice: "you are not afraid of widowhood."

Wen renye was already very nervous, but he was even more nervous by this sentence. He raised more than ten chapters before the resurrection of the deer happily began to jump, hit that called a random.

"Not afraid." Wen Ren's dark purple eyes stared at him for a moment, "I will certainly keep you well."

Jiang Zheliu couldn't help bending his eyes, reached out and pinched his handsome face with sharp sense, kneaded the villain's face of the little devil king, and said with a smile: "can you consider the objective facts, the speech is always so... Capricious."

When he heard that the eyebrows were locked at night and let him pinch his face, he was not very happy and said, "can you believe in miracles? If so, every day... "

He couldn't find the word for a moment. He went over it in his mind and suddenly remembered the word that achu often talked about. He learned it to put it into practice and said, "it's so sad."

Jiang Zheliu knew the meaning of the word from Xiaolu before he broke it. He corrected: "this is maturity."

"Then I'd rather be childish." "Hearing the person night way," if you again what matter, again have what shameless person to embarrass you, I will be more childish. "

Jiang Zheliu looked into his eyes and suddenly felt the unusual breath in his words.

"If you get hurt because of those animals." At night, his eyes moved down and fell on the pendant between Jiang Zheliu's neck, "or... You left. No one can control me. "

The whole body of the resurrection stone is lustrous and moist, and the milky white stone is floating with a few faint blue lights.

Even though Jiang Zheliu predicted the future of the world and knew that there would be war after the demon world, he was still calmed by the way of hearing people's night... In his mind, the little demon king should be a hero who can unify all walks of life, not as he said at the moment... Full of danger.

Jiang Zheliu's fingertips pressed the hand stove and said, "you are threatening me."

"Yes." Wen renye confessed, "if one day, you don't feel this is a threat... You can really extricate yourself."

Jiang Zheliu was silent.

The safety of all living beings in the world can threaten him, which is an invisible shackle.

No matter how indifferent he seems to be, as the little devil said, only when he doesn't feel that this is a threat, can he really extricate himself.

The snow came into the pavilion and touched the coat collar.

Wen renye stretched out his fingers and carefully brushed away the snowflakes. He heard the other party's voice, with a very light tone: "I thought I would be free after I retired."

"And I'm in charge." Wen renye is very self-conscious, "in order not to be widowed, I have to work hard to keep you alive."

He took Jiang Zheliu's wrist and rubbed it in his palm. Then he said, "it's too cold. I'd better go back."

"Good." Jiang Zheliu looked at the white night sky and suddenly said, "little devil king?"

"Well?"

"... nothing." Jiang Zheliu's words come to his mouth, but he thinks that it's OK not to say something. The world is unpredictable. Is it possible that causal inference and Buddha's admonition can completely predict, "let's go back."

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It's not just the Zhongnan mountain that's snowing.

The seasons change and the climate changes. At the junction of Xiuzhen world and demon world, the depth of 100000 mountains also ushered in a rare snow.

The realm of the year of embers is not very powerful, but after all, he has been practicing Taoism for many years, and will not frown because of the external wind and snow. But at this moment, he is in a dilemma for the snow.

The blue blood peony that unties the same life contract has already been picked.

But what he didn't expect was that during this period of time, he negotiated with Wang Wenyuan several times, and tried to get the curse of lock sound, which was still false.

No matter how hard a person's purpose is covered up, it will be seen in the result he wants. Yu Jinnian's curiosity about the mantra is only reflected in the mantra itself, which is a very insignificant requirement mixed in numerous negotiation results, and it is not involved in Wang Moxuan at all. However, his elder brother's sense of smell is too keen, and there may be Divination as a supplement

Yu Jinnian and Wang Wenyuan confirmed the final transaction content in several negotiations without direct meeting. About a day and a night ago, the news of Zhu Wuxin's death spread from Lingxiao sect, and Wang Wenyuan passed it on to Yu Jinnian. The owner of Tianji Pavilion said mysteriously that Zhu Wuxin died according to the agreement, and their transaction should be over.

This is the antidote of the cone heart poison, in exchange for all kinds of other items required by the year of Ember.

There is no problem with everything, only the spell of the lock curse, which is not only fake, but also has a wonderful chain reaction with the same life contract. At the same time that he used the blue blood peony of 100000 mountains to untie the contract of Tongming, this contract deeply rooted in the spirit also completely sealed the cultivation of Wang Moxuan's body.

Wang Wenyuan, an old fox, seems to have been waiting for this moment. He even sent Wang Moxuan out of Tianji Pavilion on purpose.

He didn't really regard this man as a brother.

It's just a tool to change his dressing.

The most important thing in the hundred thousand mountains is the cave. In the year of embers, the furnace rises and many miraculous medicines and precious things fall on hand. There are only a few clothes in his storage ring, but there is no one that can cover the cold... He doesn't need them, so he won't keep them.

The clothes of the year of Ember are all with a faint herbal fragrance, which is now shrouded in Wang Moxuan's body. The other side is also wearing the light blue robe of Tianji Pavilion Dharma protector, a slightly thick cape on his shoulder, red fingers, cold stiff.

"The others are all in danger, and the same life contract has been untied, but..." Yu Jinnian grabs his hand and holds it in his palm. "Your skill has been affected, and I can't play it. I don't know if I can recover it for you."

And the curse of the lock. It didn't work.

"You can't go back to Tianji Pavilion." The year of Ember frowned, "I'm afraid Wang Wenyuan is waiting to see my joke."

The little mute couldn't speak, so he compared his sign language with his frozen fingers.

——It doesn't matter. It's good to be able to leave.

He had been controlled in Tianji Pavilion by these means for many years before, and he had sought a lot of help and opportunities, without success.

In the end, it's just getting worse again and again.

After staring at him for a while, Yu Jinian suddenly grasped his frozen hand and suddenly fished Wang Moxuan into his arms. Then he lowered his head, pulled open his clothes, opened his complicated neckline, and spread his fingers to each other's body.

The little mute is quite different from that when he was a teenager. He is bright and handsome, gentle and graceful, and seems to have no temper.

But he was still frightened by this action. First he was stunned, and then he pressed the hand of Yu Jinnian in a hurry. However, his cultivation body was sealed, and his body was just like ordinary people, so he couldn't hold it down at all.

Ember year held him in his arms, let each other's cold body stick to the skin.

He is thermostatic.

"Don't move." The doctor Saint didn't say, "I didn't cure people. Instead, I treated people as waste. You are my shame."

Wang Moxuan understood his intention, and immediately did not move.

"It's amazing that you've met the ghost weather in a hundred thousand mountains." "When I was a kid, you couldn't talk. I called you dumb every day. You were so fierce that you wanted to beat me like a wolf cub. If you couldn't beat me, you would cry and make me upset. I thought that the second young master of Tianji Pavilion had made a great success after he went back, and he turned himself into a little mute again. "

After a pause, he continued: "good guy, I can't even cry now. I just look at me. I'm so bored."

The little mute in his arms didn't move.

"You've only had a good voice for a few years. You haven't said anything yet. It's broken again." Ember year way, "temper is good a lot, also, now how bully all won't make a sound."

Wang Moxuan didn't even use sign language to fight with him. He was left to amuse himself in the mountains and forests.

"Even if you don't answer the letter, you are really under the control of Tianji Pavilion." Yu Jinnian sighed, "I'm so kind-hearted. I'm really a doctor. You can call me Godfather later."

Of course, what he said was nonsense. Just when he talked nonsense for a long time and didn't want Wang Moxuan to fall asleep, he suddenly felt his chest itching.

Each other's fingertips rub in the chest, writing slowly.

It says "thank you.".

As soon as the words of the year of Ember choked, his throat became tight. After a while, he said: "when the snow stops here, I'll take you to Zhongnan mountain to find someone. That big devil... Well, that man is very powerful. Even if your brother counts your position, he doesn't dare to look for you again. "

As he spoke, he murmured in his heart for a while... This man writes when he writes. Can he find a proper place to write? How can he make the atmosphere a little bit unorthodox?

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Wake up. You're not serious.

In the next chapter, the two pairs of CP meet smoothly. Don't ask about the dumb disease. It's Zhongnanshan Rehabilitation Center for the disabled.