My Darling Sick Beauty

Qinglin's smile froze on her face.

She looked at each other calmly and calmly drinking tea, and after a while she replied, "not yet."

In fact, Jiang Zheliu didn't know how long the dragon's estrus was. He just said it casually. On the contrary, Qinglin was getting closer and closer. It seemed that he could not resist his breath.

The coral like horns of the dragon people come out.

Jiang Zheliu retreated a few inches slightly to avoid the expensive corner of the other party poking himself. He put down the tea cup, and was filled with medicine by Chu. The medicine bowl was still warm and bitter.

Bitterness slightly covered a part of the breath of the spirit body.

Qinglin gradually regained his mind and stopped talking. He thought and said, "good friend, how long have you been suffering from this symptom?"

Jiang Zheliu drank the medicine slowly, recalled for a while, not sure: "what symptom are you talking about? Do you demons have the symptom of feeling when they meet me?"

Qinglin: "it's true."

"About seven days." Jiang Zheliu took a look at achu behind him. "Achu is still young, not mature. The little demons here are all younger, which is much better than your reaction. "

Qinglin nodded, and now the broken scales were shining brightly. Suddenly, he said, "I hear that the Lord's endurance is amazing."

Jiang Zheliu frowned at the bitter taste of the decoction. He didn't adapt to the taste he was used to. He drank it very slowly. He said casually in the interval of drinking the medicine: "he understands me."

After listening to these words, Qinglin felt a little uncomfortable, but she didn't show it. Instead, she chatted with Jiang Zheliu for a while and left at dusk.

But this time, I didn't step on the air any more. I flew all over the snow without touching the ground.

Not long after Qinglin left, just before it was dark, Wen renye and Yu Jiannian came back and found a rare herb.

It's easy to detect the smell of outsiders at night.

The window was only half closed, and the wind with the smell of ice and snow still came in. Jiang Zheliu sat on a cane chair and drank half of the medicine intermittently. The medicine was a little cold.

He was reading a book. He didn't know what the specific content was. His expression was calm and indifferent, but he was slightly powdered according to the knuckles of the page. He rubbed the corners very slowly, exposing his mood with small movements.

At night, he closed the window, leaned close to him, stretched out his hand to close the hairy collar of Jiang Zheliu's shoulder, and covered every inch of his neck tightly. Then he raised his hand and picked him up.

Jiang Zheliu was reading a book well, so he let the man hold it in his arms, and half of the books he saw were carried back to his bed.

... as if he was not weak, but unable to walk.

But once it snows in Zhongnan mountain, the atmosphere will be cool. The little devil didn't like him to get out of bed all the time. He liked watching Jiang Zheliu sleep all day, but the devil Lord could watch all day... It was like some strange psychological comfort. The subconscious thought was similar to: if you rest for a long time, you can prolong your life and accompany me all the time.

It sounds a little naive, but in fact, this behavior is full of fear and anxiety about loss. It's just that Wen Ren Ye is not good at showing it, and can only see it from subtle places.

Little willow was put on the bed by him, the medicine did not finish, the book did not finish.

"Why is there half left?" Wen renye stretched out his hand to follow his hair.

Jiang Zheliu was embarrassed to say that he thought it was bitter. He thought it was too childish. He was thinking about drinking it slowly for a while, so he was fed a mouthful of sugar cake.

... again, I can't drink any more?

Jiang xianzun bit the sweet candy cake, and at the same time, he made a sign with his eyes that it was not good for him, and ate it without changing his face.

"I found a useful medicine with the year of Ember, and I will add it to you tomorrow. Today... "

He gave a light meal.

"Has anyone come to see you?"

In fact, the sense of smell of the demon clan is not very good. It's his individual difference that he can feel when he hears people's night, or he cares too much about the things around Jiang Zheliu.

Jiang Zheliu said, "Qinglin has come here once. I have something to ask you and ask you to pass it on."

Hearing people staring at him at night and nodding, he recounted what Qinglin had said in the daytime. The more he listened, the more he frowned and said: "mysterious man?"

"Well." Jiang Zheliu looked at him, "the Lingxiao sect is in chaos. It's a good time to seize power. It's really overwhelming."

"You can't think about that." The most disgusting thing for the little demon king is to let the little willow work hard, "although the demon Kingdom has this thing, it can't exchange it with her. Let Qinglin die of this heart."

"Is there such a thing?" Jiang Zheliu was quite surprised and changed the stereotype that the demon world only knew how to fight. He said, "if you have a chance, you'd like to go to Xuantong gate to have a look."

It's not suitable for Jiang Zheliu to go to Xuantong's huge gate because it's bloody and rough. Wen renye looked at his snow-white robe and thought that his sleeve was stained with dust. He was not happy. How could he put people in the place of Xuantong gate.

"It's not just that." Wen renye turned his eyes and looked at his dark eyes. "It's on you."

The river broke away the willows and was suddenly silent for a moment.

The only thing he wears is the ink bracelet and the resurrection stone. According to the description, most of them want to come to Fusheng stone.

Wen renye's reaction also confirmed his idea. The little devil leaned down, reached out and pulled out the pendant he was wearing around his neck from his clothes. His fingertips slowly stroked the Milky blue stone.

"Give birth to new life, only it can."

The resurrection stone can't regenerate, but it can repair the body that supports Jiang Zheliu's lack of vitality. It can stimulate the aura of heaven and earth that is missing in the four elephant Dan furnace, and accelerate the birth of the four elephant beast.

Jiang Zheliu looked down and said, "it has complete functions and various ways of use. It's very good."

"You were angry with me because of it."

The night of hearing people suddenly turned over the old account.

Jiang Zheliu choked and looked at the little devil's face getting closer and closer. The dark purple pupil looked at him persistently and attentively.

"You haven't talked to me all day."

Jiang Zheliu: "isn't that what you didn't tell me?"

It may be easy to create such a scene by looking for someone younger than yourself. The other side's rumination, jealousy and sudden uneasiness always come without warning.

I didn't listen to it at night. I just remember my grievance. He lowered his head and took a bite between his opponent's neck. He added another one on the edge of the mottled red mark. It was very easy for him to be obsessed.

Jiang Zheliu's Adam's Apple moved slightly.

The beauty is good-looking everywhere. Her neck is long and slender. Even her throat knot, which is not particularly obvious, is a little more delicate than others. When she is bitten with red marks, it is like strawberry chips spilled from the middle of an ice cream. Her whole body is full of delicious taste.

Fearing that he would continue to talk about the past, Jiang Zheliu changed the topic and said, "I don't know if the person behind the scenes knows that this thing is on me, and wants to deliberately stir up a quarrel between Qinglin and me, or your hostility to the demon world?"

The second is more likely.

His way of changing the topic is not very natural, but the other side's focus is more unique. The sharp canine teeth in people's mouth used a little bit of force, which made the delicate and white skin swollen.

"You are not allowed to think about these things." The little demon king was a little annoyed. He pushed him down on the bed, propped him up, and rubbed him against Jiang Zheliu's shoulder. He was like a big dog, which was not much better than the hopeless demon world horse.

He deserves to be the leader of the world. His behavior leads the fashion, just like his subordinates.

Jiang Zheliu put his hand on the back of his head, touched the hard Magic Horn along his hair, and said: "I'm just saying, even if I don't say it, I can't help thinking..."

"Not allowed."

The little devil began to be unreasonable.

Who would have thought that one day, the most anxious and infuriating thing for the illustrious Lord is his sweetheart's habit.

"In the year of embers, you should not lose your spirit, which will affect your recovery." Wen renye hugged him and said, "you've been getting worse because of the sudden fall of rosefinch and the anger of that bastard... You don't want to think about these things in the future. You've been sleeping and reading. When it doesn't snow and spring begins, you go outside to see the scenery and plant some flowers. "

When he said this, he thought of the physical quality of the people in his arms and said, "look at Chu, they grow some flowers."

Jiang Zheliu: "sounds like a waste."

But this is really the retirement life he yearned for at first. How to live and how to die is just the destiny of heaven. There is no need to struggle for survival.

Now that he has the idea of survival, he will naturally want to make his body a little better, at least not so delicate and expensive. Even if this can not be done, it can also be a long-term plan for the little devil, then it is not a useless person.

"No

Hearing that night, he was so angry that he didn't want to let go of his words. Before, the old account was turned to half, so that the sentence was all hooked up. He lowered his head and licked the red part of the other party. He was so angry that he wanted to take another bite. After licking for a long time, he still didn't say anything. Instead, he said, "can you use some good words for yourself?"

He was very angry. He didn't know how to get stabbed at the uncomfortable spot, just like a lion who stroked against the hair and rubbed out an electric spark.

Jiang Zheliu doesn't think this word is bad, but he has rich experience. He knows that the other party's anger is strange, so he just coaxes him: "OK, I won't say that."

This is another feeling. It's hard to say a word about falling in love with Jiang Zheliu, a great beauty of Buddhism. Even if you're really unhappy, you'll be comfortable with your partner's experience and personality.

Hearing that the night was hit by his low voice, the fawn didn't know how many heads died at that moment. His sensitive emotion suddenly stopped, staring at each other in a daze.

Jiang Zheliu didn't know why, so he thought he didn't follow the right place. He looked at him for a moment and thought, "are your good words in the demon world different from the human race?"

The smell person night swallowed saliva, bowed the head deeply to smell the aroma on his body, low voice way: "most are the same."

Jiang Zheliu nodded.

"But there are some differences. The demon world advocates sincerity and bravery, and is not keen on wisdom. "

"... well." Jiang Zheliu sighed, "no wonder you raise a child like you."

Wen renye's attention shifted again. He didn't feel that the other party was joking. Instead, he frowned and said, "I'm so big, do you still think I'm small?"

Jiang Zheliu wanted to say that at your age, I could always think you were young, but suddenly she thought of something, and her ears turned red. She coughed and said nothing.

But the other side is getting angry again.

The male dignity of demon Zun was challenged. He could only gnash his teeth, but he didn't dare to gently kiss him. He bit a sharp tooth mark on his lip, which made him suffer the huge damage of red and swollen lips.

Jiang Zheliu was pressed by him to kiss him, but he didn't break free for a long time, so he had to hold him until the little demon king rubbed himself with his horns and said, "after finding this herb, the year of Ember can make that kind of pill for you. He said that he can... Let me try it first. You've been feverish for a long time and haven't retreated. If there are any other problems, It's not easy to deal with that. "

Jiang Zheliu didn't respond for a moment, and subconsciously said, "what do you want to try first?"

Wen renye stares at him intently, holding his hand nervously and putting it on the table——

Jiang Yiliu swished back his hand.

He got nervous, too.

"... Xiaoyu," Jiang xianzun took a deep breath and slowly exhaled, unable to calm his emotions, "does he want my life?"

Wen renye: "but he said..."

"Stop it." Willow collapsed a face, turned and pulled the quilt to sleep, "I'll die, I don't listen to the doctor."

The night of hearing people

What can he do? He is also a little aggrieved.

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Tianji Pavilion.

There are seven Dharma protectors in Tianji Pavilion, named after the Big Dipper. Now there are only six. Moxuan, the Dharma protector, the second young master of Tianji Pavilion, the younger brother of the leader of the pavilion, disappeared without any reason.

The disappearance is a statement made by Tianji Pavilion.

Wang Wenyuan, dressed in a Taoist robe, with a folding fan in his hand and a crown of long hair, sat on the futon with a pair of chess on hand.

Lin Qingxu, the eldest of Lingxiao school, sat opposite him.

The elder is old, and he treats everyone kindly. He cools the cup of tea and says with a smile, "this time, I can beat the public opinion and get the position of acting leader. It all depends on the great help of the cabinet leader."

It is not so much to help each other as to collude with each other.

Wang Wenyuan said politely, "where. It's because elder Lin is highly respected. I would also like to thank the elder for the Wutong sentimental powder he gave to Zhu Wuxin that day. Only in this way can he be so crazy that he was killed by his favorite hand. "

Lin Qingxu laughed more gently and nodded: "for the kindness of the pavilion leader, I've finished this time. You and I will work together in the future for mutual benefit, which will surely make the cultivation world go a step further."

His eyes seemed to sweep past the place covered with black cloth, and then he took them back.

Wang Wenyuan unfolded the folding fan and gave it a few times at random. He was full of concern and said, "even if it's Dai Zhangjiao, there's no Lingxiao sword... I'm afraid..."

Lin Qingxu was a little silent. After a while, he said, "the Lingxiao sword is with xianzun. How dare I take it?"

Their awe and respect for Jiang Zheliu is almost engraved in their bones, and it's hard to think of robbing them under normal circumstances.

"Ai -" Wang Wenyuan said, "in two days, will Lingxiao sect go up the mountain to ask Jiang xianzun to return the sword? At that time, you will be more tough. He has been a loser. How can he hold on to the famous weapon? At most, it's just a few words to embarrass you. Can it really make Lingxiao sect's successors succeed? "

His words hit Lin Qingxu's heart and made his concerns clear. The elder, who was not successful enough to be defeated, narrowed his eyes and said with a smile, "naturally, xianzun won't ignore Lingxiao sect."

So far, Wang Wenyuan has not taken special care of it. The whole Xiuzhen world knows that Jiang Zheliu cherishes the relics of his ancestors. One is the Lingxiao sect, and the other is Zhu Wuxin. Now even if Zhu Wuxin dies, their ideas can't be changed for a while. They still think that he is a safe haven and will not embarrass them.

After a cup of tea, Lin Qingxu got up to say goodbye with a heavy heart. On the surface, he was still a kind and gentle manner. Wang Wenyuan also closed his fan and sent him away.

When Lin Qingxu left, he turned back inside, lifted the tea cover, touched the moist water vapor under the tea cover, and took down the cicada attached to it.

He looked down, gave a strange smile, and put the cicada into his sleeve. Turn to the side of the huge cage outside, will pick out the black cloth.

The black cloth fell layer upon layer, revealing a piece of snow-white monk's clothes and long gauze hat, but the monk's clothes were splashed with blood, like red plum in full bloom. And the hands and feet of the cage people were also tightly entangled by the magic weapon chains, with bloodstains.

Wang Wenyuan pushed open the long gauze of the bamboo hat with a folding fan, and laughed at the monk with his eyes closed and without saying a word: "master Mingjing."

His master is the former abbot, and his uncle is the current abbot. His background is not small. However, the disciples of lanruo Temple often travel outside. As long as their Buddhist lanterns are not out, the hermit abbot of lanruo temple will not deliberately look for them.

He stared at each other's pretty white face and said, "it's really impolite to invite the Zen master here."

Wang Wenyuan stood up and, above the huge cage, took over a parrot with a folding fan.

"I don't mean any harm. I just want to know whether the prophecy from the causal deduction of lanruo temple is consistent with my hexagram?" After a pause, he asked clearly, "what is written on the sign of Jiang xianzun's Buddha?"

Although he didn't go that day, he found out everything from the Dharma protector's mouth, and the slightest detail was completely remembered by him. Wang Wenyuan is very confident in his divination skills and does not allow mistakes.

"Zen master, why don't you talk?"

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Once Liu Liu: come on, whatever you want. Remember to bury it for me if you kill it.

Now Liuliu: No, I will die.

I have to say their daily life is funny (x)