My Darling Sick Beauty

In the year of Ember, the research plan of working overtime did not really come up with a particularly reliable solution.

When he felt for Jiang Zheliu again, he sat beside him at night.

"Just high temperature." The doctor Saint touched his chin and thought, "it's better to raise it again. If it doesn't work, you can only use some pills with strong effect to support it. Let the master have a try."

Everyone present knows what this "try" means.

Jiang Zheliu coughed softly, and he had a little idea of retreating. But he did not show very obvious, but continued to ask: "the effect of strong pills?"

"Yes." Ember year sighs, "it's not very good for you to recuperate for a long time, but it can only be so. I'm afraid that if you really endure to the limit, what unexpected things will happen."

Jiang Zheliu nodded in silence.

His body still hasn't recovered. After drinking tea and taking medicine, his spirit is much better, but his temperature is still higher than normal.

You can smell this subtle fragrance with the year of Ember.

For the time being, Yu Jinnian mentioned something else: "these days I have sent letters to Qian Tong and Kun Tong, asking them about Wang Wenyuan..."

Qiantong and kuntong are the two ginseng dolls.

He said slightly, looked at Jiang Zheliu and thought for a moment. Then he said, "Tianji pavilion has no special trend. It's just that the second young master is closed. On the contrary, the Lingxiao sect... Has the idea of asking for the treasure of the Huizhen sect. "

Lingxiao sword is still in Zhongnanshan.

Jiang Zheliu lowered his head to drink tea, only let the tea moisten the lips, moisten the lips, his eyes drooped, can't see what it is. On the contrary, the one who heard it locked his eyebrows in the night, with a fierce breath.

"Since Zhu Wuxin is dead, no matter who is in charge of Lingxiao sect, it must have the most precious treasure." Ember years analysis way, "the devil Lord is here, they how dare to take, just use reason and morality to act as a facade, line jiminggoujiao thing, threat you just."

Jiang Zheliu's eyes fell on the edge of the cup. After a while, he lifted it up and looked at the cold pine outside the small building from a distance through the window.

The pines and cypresses are covered with frost branches and falling snow.

He was beside the little devil, and he was hot and dressed in thick clothes. He shouldn't feel cold, but at this time, his fingertips were still a little cold.

Jiang Zheliu curled up her palms, slowly pressed her cool fingers, looked at them for a while, and said, "it's hard to trust each other for fame and profit."

"That's right." The year of Ember gave a slightly ironic smile, "what's the head of the four immortals, it's just a pit for you. Well, don't think about it so much. You have to give up the trouble and choose someone to give you a sword. Let the jackals bite themselves and don't spill blood on you. "

Jiang Zheliu rubbed his fingertips and didn't want to answer, but he couldn't help saying, "that's my sword."

Yu Xiannian was stunned for a moment, as if he knew him on the first day. He was surprised and said, "master Jiang, when you gave it to Zhu Wuxin, why didn't you know it was your sword?"

Even if Jiang Zheliu doesn't answer, he knows that the other party is clearly not willing to give it away at will. The former leader's son like Zhu Wuxin can only care about his own selfish desires, and it's even harder for others to count on. I'm afraid it's not only a sword, but also the thousands of years' hard work of Lingxiao sect.

The more I think about it, the more I feel aggrieved. I frown and say, "what else do you want? Who do you want to toss. If you can be better, I have the support of Jiang xianzun. Don't I wave the flag to see you off. But what do you look like now? Do you still want to hold the sword? "

He was a little annoyed, but this kind of annoyance was caused by the doctor's excitement for the patient, and he didn't worry about their age and identity.

When he finished his speech, he felt a little bit overdone. He sat back in his original position angrily and turned his head to look away.

Jiang Zheliu was not angry at all. He even thought that the year of embers was reasonable, but he didn't change his mind. Instead, he reached out and poured a cup of tea for Yisheng and said, "calm down."

His hand was on the edge of the cup, and his frosty white fingertip was on the jade cup with blue lines on the snow bottom. A faint light just came from the window and fell on the junction of the fingertip and the wall of the cup, creating a moist halo.

Good looking.

The little devil stares at his hand. When he sees the other side putting down the tea cup, he pulls Jiang Zheliu's finger and rubs it in his arms.

It's only cold here.

His hand is very strange, in the force and shame when angry will be red, every bone is slightly powdery, like a faint haze. But on weekdays, in the light of the past, but white transparent, fingernails without blood, thin body, difficult to break.

Jiang Zheliu was kneaded by the little devil. For a moment, he didn't know what to say to ember year. According to his age and seniority, he is an elder, but according to the current situation, he can't ignore the doctor's advice.

He thought for a while, then slowly said: "if, I really want to..."

"What do you think?" Yujinnian wanted to drink tea, but he would not die at the next step. As a result, he was so excited by this half sentence that he thought that this man would work hard for a group of bastards and die later. He stared at him with the eyes of the mentally handicapped, "I can't think of anything!"

"... want to hold the sword."

Jiang Zheliu calmly completed the second half of the sentence.

The face of the blue faced tusk made in the year of Ember froze suddenly and slowly converged. Then he glanced at him and said, "do you want to resume cultivation now? It's late. There's no help. Unless after you die, let people refine your body into a puppet, and use the dead man's method, there may be hope for your body to recover. With your fragile spirit, you can't even reincarnate. "

Reincarnation without forgetting memory requires a corresponding level of spirit. Although Jiang Zheliu has a realm, the spirit is too fragile to support reincarnation. He has to return to heaven and earth.

"Made into a puppet?" Jiang Zheliu seems to think of something, "as far as I know, the only people who are good at this way are wangxiangtai residents in the netherworld..."

Although he zhisi is the master of the nether world, he is bound by the chain of communication and cannot go out. So many things are taken care of by the cooperation of other Guixiu. For example, the wangxiangtai residents mentioned by Jiang Zheliu is one of them.

These ghost practitioners in the netherworld listen to the tune and do not listen to the announcement. Even if they are nominally subordinate, they only work for the netherworld. So even if it was the last great event that the Styx vibrated, as long as they didn't want to come, they wouldn't come.

The surname of wangxiangtai was Liu, whose specific name was unknown. Together with the owner of Naihe bridge and the owner of the other side, they are the actual managers of the netherworld.

Just as he said this, he was watched by two eyes.

The little devil's eyes were heavy, and he looked at him attentively and vigilantly. The year of Ember is an accident with a little understanding, adding: "if you really want to deal with yourself like this..."

"No way." "I won't allow it," he said, clutching his sleeve

He has always been worried about Jiang Zheliu's physical condition. Recently, he has become more and more anxious because of the devil's world. His mood is hard to control: "no way."

As soon as Jiang Zheliu wanted to comfort him, he was picked up from his beloved chair by the little devil. He didn't even give an explanation. He held it in his arms and walked behind the screen. Before he could explain it to the other party, he just asked, so he let Wen renye press it on the bed.

"Little devil? You... Hiss... "

His spirit was invaded.

Compared with the word invasion, this feeling is more like a fierce hug, a little hard, let him a little pain.

But it was too warm, wrapped up his fragile spirit, and then slowly explored into the depth, and gradually fitted with his spirit.

It started suddenly, but it was not so difficult to accept because of the dependence before.

Jiang Zheliu took a slow breath and said in a low voice: "come out, don't make any noise."

When I heard that there was no movement in the night, I not only didn't move, but also stuck close to him more deeply, invading the spirit of Jiang Zheliu from the surface to the bottom, mastering the slightest change of his mood.

He was like a big dog, close to his neck, and his teeth almost bit the slender white neck of the man in his arms, but when it came to the real sword, he was willing to lick it.

"You can't have that idea."

Jiang Zheliu didn't know why he suddenly felt so insecure. He took out a hand and put it into his hair. He drew a sober line from the fascinating and frightening feeling and whispered: "I didn't..."

"You can't leave me alone."

This sentence appears a little suddenly. But it seems to have paved the way for a long time. It's what people want to say at night, but they haven't said it all the time.

Jiang folded his fingers and some of them pulled each other's hair.

As a matter of fact, the little devil knows better than anyone else that his age is not long enough to be one day and one night, and not long enough to be a hundred years old. It's too short for practitioners.

He knew better than anyone that Jiang Zheliu would leave him. But more than anyone else.

"... you..." Jiang Zheliu's words stopped a little, and he gave a kiss on his neck, leaving a layer of red marks, "... Don't think so much."

The little devil didn't speak.

The two spirits intertwined, lingering together, even the slightest emotional changes can be felt.

Jiang Zheliu feels that the other party's emotion has settled down.

After a moment, the little devil's warm breath passed his ears, and his voice was very low.

"Even if you are angry with me and think I'm not good, don't leave me..."

Jiang Zheliu gently frowned, feeling as if something was wrong. He said quietly, "you won't do anything bad to me."

Wen renye didn't speak any more. He slowly hugged him more tightly. It seemed that a strange switch had been triggered. There was a subtle feeling of worrying about gain and loss.

His eyes color is very special, is a very magnificent purple, drooping eyes looked over, let Jiang Zheliu all follow slightly Zheng for a while.

"You and I are of different races. We can't make the same life contract." He buried his head on Jiang Zheliu's shoulder and said, "let me feel that you will leave me one day..."

But Jiang Zheliu couldn't help laughing. He thought that the little devil would always show his appearance in front of him. He was so naive that he was a little cute.

He won't be coquettish, but it doesn't prevent him from thinking that such a big devil is cute.

"It's OK. Don't think about it." Jiang Zheliu looked at him and said, "I've been with you all the time. I won't leave you."

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After the event in the nether world, Wen renye became a little nervous. In addition to the recent preparations in the demon world, he was extremely concerned about Jiang Zheliu's attitude and condition.

Because of the devil's out of control behavior, Yu Jinnian and Jiang Zheliu subtly hinted several times, trying to find out what happened that day, but Jiang Zheliu ignored him and pretended to be confused about all the inquiries.

The little mute was always obedient. He was led around with one hand in the year of Ember. He looked at the clever, quiet voice.

Zhongnan mountain is isolated from the world. The communication between inside and outside depends on the year of ember to send messages to two ginseng dolls. This time, it snowed for half a month, and there was no woodcutter on the mountain.

The mountain was closed by heavy snow, the pines and cypresses were covered with frost, and the branches were covered with snow.

White plum falls in the snow, the sky suddenly breaks, a vast.

Just as the morning sun shines through the clouds, the sky is illuminated by a clear light. The sound of the dragon's song penetrates the sky and then falls into the snow.

It seems that the appearance of the demons comes from their ethnic habits, in order to attract their favorite objects.

But when liezhen came, there was no such heavy snow in Zhongnan mountain. So it's not enough to let a real demon fall into the snow.

Jiang Zheliu sat in front of the window, looking at the hole not far away where he had stepped on the air and fell down. He turned his head and looked at a Chu beside him: "what's that?"

"That one." Ah Chu raised his head and followed his eyes for a look. He waved a palm fan and blew a small stove. "Last time the railings on the second floor were broken, I heard that when Ren Zun majored in railings, I didn't know why. On that day, he built a canal and sprinkled insect repellent powder in it."

... canals?

Jiang Zheliu is holding a handstove. I don't know what kind of canal can survive in this weather.

It is estimated that under the thick snow, there is a thin layer of ice.

Qinglong is hydrophilic. He has no vigilance to this kind of weather. It's rare for him to see the immortal wonder of the demon clan real king climbing up from the ice hole. And Qinglin's weight is calculated according to the entity, which is totally different from liezhen's rosefinch with hollow skeleton. It is estimated that there are several tons of Qinglong.

He watched Qinglin come in with a wet door, and half of his dragon scales appeared.

Jiang Zheliu endured for such a long time, but he still couldn't help it. He said to her with a smile: "cold water bath, can you still stand it?"

Qinglin's hair is wet. She takes off her hairpin and drips down with water. The frost and snow on the body are retreating because of the indoor temperature. Her scales were shining now, pale green and golden.

As soon as she came in, she first swept the room with her divine sense and found that Wen Ren was not there at night, so she casually sat opposite the river broken willow.

Only these few steps, the clothes on Qinglin's body have been completely dried. She responded indifferently: "yes, it's cool."

Jiang Zheliu is not as fit as she is. She is like a retired cadre, spreading a blanket and drinking hot tea. She has a small hand stove with her all year round. In front of her is half of the go she plays with Wang Moxuan next door.

Qinglin glanced at the chess game and said, "I've come here to see you. You treat me like this. Jiang xianzun is merciless."

Jiang Zheliu raised her eyebrows and said, "look at me specially?"

He said four words gently, and his tone was doubtful.

Qinglin coughed twice and explained, "I have something to ask you."

"Well, you say."

"After the pure fire bead is put into the four elephant Dan furnace, I'm the only one left to guard the demon world." Qinglin looked at him and said, "a few days ago, a mysterious man sent a letter to me, saying that he would like the demon world and Xiuzhen world to unite and conspire for great things."

What else can happen? The most important thing is the mysterious gate of the demon world. After that, there are countless secret treasures, which are known all over the world.

"The man said that there is a thing behind the Xuantong gate, which can make the four Xiang Dan stove immediately produce the second true king of the demon clan, so as to avoid my worry for many years. I hope I can join hands with him. "

Qinglin was very calm when he said this.

"Please help me to ask Wen Ren Zunzhu if he has this thing. If what he says is false, I will find out his identity and kill him on the spot." She stopped for a moment and continued, "if there is such a thing, the treasure of the demon world, they are willing to exchange it with Wen Ren Zunzhu. Good friend, please say it from the middle. "

Qinglin is more mature than liezhen. He will not be easily provoked. He knows how to weigh the pros and cons.

After listening, Jiang Zheliu said, "the demon world treats me like this, and I have to work hard for you. Why, do I look like I can speak well?"

In front of the eyes of the green dragon, the real king's ink hair is scattered, the green pupil is shining, and the broken scales under the corner of the eye are filled with a handful of extremely soft light. She attached herself to Jiang Zheliu and breathed slowly for a few seconds. Suddenly she said, "yes, you look not only talkative but also bullying. Good friend, if you're tired of being around Wen Ren night, why don't you come to Wanling palace and play with all my dragon balls... "

The dragon ball of the dragon race will only be given to the other half. Previously, Wen renye mentioned that different races can't establish the same life contract, and the same life contract can be divided into one-way and two-way, there are several kinds. But the dragon race is different. After the dragon ball is divided into two parts, it will have the same effect as the life contract, even the highest level, and the object is not limited to race.

Jiang Zhe Liu Si was not affected at all. Her eyes were flat. She looked at her calmly and said, "you --"

Qinglin listened.

"It's time for you dragon people to fall in love?"

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Qinglin

Liu Liu, who doesn't want Rua!