My Darling Sick Beauty

The door closed and the cold wind was blocked.

Wen renye failed to persuade Jiang Zheliu at the first time.

Even if the other party is in this situation, even if he looks calm, he can still hold his heart beating violently at a glance, so that his idea of compulsion can not be born.

Wen renye really became his neighbor, building a house in the blink of an eye, effortless. On one side of the pine house, a small garden appears out of thin air. The distance between the two residences is only one wall away.

The sun moved down, and gradually it came to dusk.

Chang Qian is still shocked by his little uncle. He hasn't thought about it for a long time. While he was packing up the books for the immortal brother, he muttered, "where are you going to be hunted down... Where are you going to be homeless..."

Even Chang Qian felt that this little uncle, who had always been indifferent to him, had a bad heart. Although he has a thin kinship with Wen renye, he is not really regarded as a relative by the other side. The other side is the young Lord of the royal family and the new demon. How can he be compared with him.

On the contrary, Jiang Zheliu, although they only knew each other for one day and one night, each other had already saved his life and didn't dislike his identity. When Chang Qian thought about it, he couldn't help leaning towards Jiang Zheliu. He thought that even if brother Shenxian was more powerful, he was still injured. How could he let such a big devil accompany him?

He put the book away, turned around and saw the back of Jiang Zheliu.

Jiang Zheliu sat on a rattan chair. He took off his cloak and put it on his leg. He looked at a book under the light.

He took off the crown of his hair. His long snow-white hair was a bit dazzling and swayed slightly on the shoulder side, revealing a gentle and tame taste. Reading seems to be very careless, eyes did not move, as if distracted.

Chang Qian swallowed his saliva and slowly came to him. He said in a low voice, "brother?"

"... huh?"

Jiang Zheliu was dull for a moment, then he looked up at him.

"You, you won't believe my little uncle." Chang Qian is still 11 or 12 years old, between teenagers and children. "My little uncle is not a homeless demon at all. He is the night of hearing people!"

Jiang Zheliu gave a "um" and said calmly, "so, what's his identity?"

Chang Qian opened his eyes wide. He didn't seem to think that Jiang Zheliu didn't know. He said hurriedly: "he is the eldest son who hears people."

I heard that... This time Jiang Zheliu finally had some impression. He only had a little memory of the Lord of the demon world. He remembered that the Lord didn't have such a strong sense of racial exclusion, but the city was deep and he was a smiling tiger.

Jiang Zheliu nodded, just in line with the guess in his heart, and said, "it's the little Lord of the demon world."

Chang Qian was stunned for a while. He realized that the news between the two circles was blocked. He said: "no, he has..."

This sentence only said three words, the door suddenly rang, men's footsteps into the building.

"What has happened?" Hearing the night from the door, purple eyes dim, "what are you talking about."

Chang Qian is scared out of his body. He hides behind Jiang Zheliu and runs upstairs, full of the smell of guilty conscience.

Jiang Zheliu followed his reputation and saw that the other party was dressed in a black robe, covered with a blood red cloak covered with frost and snow. As soon as the coat feather shook, the snow on it melted away.

At night, he untied the tie of his cloak, hung his cloak on the back of the chair on the other side, and sat down beside Jiang Zheliu.

"What are you doing, good neighbor?" Jiang Zheliu joked a little. Then he picked up the book under the lamp and put it on his lap across the plush Cape.

"To help you, of course." Hearing the person night way, "you are so pitiful, be like to be driven out of the lost dog by the Lingxiao school."

I can't talk.

Jiang Zheliu glanced at him: "you have a home to return. Why are you here?"

"I'm here because of you." "I will cure you," he said

Jiang Zheliu's action of turning the book stopped for a moment, and he frowned gently. After a while, he said, "it can't be cured. And I'm fine now, and your sympathy is in the wrong place. "

Wen Ren sat beside him at night, looking at his slender white eyelashes, casting a faint shadow in the light of the candle, and the extremely light and soft breath on him, like a thin layer of melted frost.

"I have no sympathy for you." He said.

Hearing that night, he held out his hand and stopped his fingertip an inch before he was about to touch him. He stopped in mid air for a moment, then took it back and said: "the first immortal of the immortal gate, half step golden immortal. You are at the top of the road, once lost for others, is it worth it

It seems that Wen renye has asked people to inquire about what happened in Xiuzhen world. Jiang Zheliu's story can't be concealed. It will be thoroughly spread in a few days.

Jiang Zheliu continued to read, his finger moved with his eyes and didn't speak.

Wen renye takes out a hand stove from the storage ring, which is also a magic weapon. However, this magic weapon is rare, and it doesn't even need injection technique. Even ordinary people can use it freely.

He put the handstoves carved with fierce beasts into Jiang Zheliu's arms and continued: "most of the people you save are selfish vulgar people. They don't care about your sacrifice, they only ask for the benefits you can get after your sacrifice... Like your younger martial brother."

In fact, Zhu Wuxin's reputation is not too bad. He is a genius of the Lingxiao sect. He is only crushed by Jiang Zheliu all the year round and ranks second in everything. He was always a little lower in cultivation, appearance, temperament, swordsmanship and even the appreciation of his elders.

At that time, Zhu Wenyuan fell into the magic world and was in danger. On his deathbed, he called Jiang Zheliu and Zhu Wuxin to the couch together. In front of all the elders, he passed the leader's position to Jiang Zheliu instead of his own son. Since then, Zhu Wuxin's character has changed slightly, but Jiang Zheliu treats him as his own brother for thousands of years.

Jiang Zheliu frowned a little, but said nothing.

Wen renye adjusted the temperature of the magic weapon, pushed it into the other party's free hand, and touched the other party's fingertips.

"Do you know how long the Lingxiao sect and even the whole Xiuzhen world have been peaceful under your protection?" Hearing people's night looking at him, he said, "the demons are naturally fierce and good at fighting. Why would they rather make a contract every year instead of being aggressive. Why are the two true lords in the demon world willing to make friends with you? All the conflicts between the two worlds will be dealt with by you. There's not even a word left. There's the nether world that doesn't say a word all the year round.... "

He stopped a little, then said: "Jiang Zheliu, as long as you are there, there will always be other ways. But they're not worth it. "

Jiang folded his fingers, attracted by the comfortable temperature on the magic weapon, and slowly attached himself to it. He moved his eyes away from the book and looked at each other, and calmly said, "I'm a useless person. You should be happy, not tell me whether it's worth it or not. In my opinion, it's a good thing for me to be able to take off the burden of a thousand pounds and get rid of the endless sea of suffering when I am disabled. I should be glad. "

"You..."

"I don't like magic because you have too many ideas." Jiang Zheliu said, "I don't want to be the backing of the hearts of all living beings in the world. If I don't want to hold on any longer, what's wrong?"

Hearing the night talk, he looked straight at him. There was a twinkle between his dark purple eyes. After a long time, he asked, "don't you like demons?"

Huh? Is that the point?

Jiang Zheliu didn't expect that his focus was like this. He nodded and shook his head. He could only look at Wen renye and hold his hand.

Jiang Zheliu looks at the other person's hand and sees that the other person first nervously holds himself, and then turns around his wrist to grasp him. It seems that he just thinks of the right thing. He pours a wisp of evil Qi into his wrist from his fingertips and penetrates into his meridians.

The other side detected his physical condition, and continued to ask: "what do you like?"

Jiang Zheliu: "I like you."

The ray of evil spirit that penetrated into his body almost ran away, and it was dangerous and dangerous. The merciless Lord demon's mind was blank and his ears were buzzing. He looked at Jiang Zheliu foolishly and said for a long time: "like me..."

He hasn't taken advantage of the opportunity, cultivated his feelings, and pried away the corner of the cultivation world. How can he

"I like you to talk less." The river turns the willow light tunnel.

After hearing that, I was already thinking about the name of the 18th child, and then all my thoughts were shattered by these words, leaving only the glass residue on the ground.

The evil spirit that probes into his body pauses for a long time. After clearing up his mood, he continues to explore.

The more you know about his health, the more you feel about him. The meridians in jiangzheliu's body are all mixed up in confusion, and there are injuries everywhere. Yuanying is so broken that he can hardly see his appearance, but Yuanshen... Even if he doesn't explore, he knows that it won't be much better.

There was a pain in his chest. It's hard to believe that this person should be like this. He has the same understanding as Zhu Wuxin. He always thinks Jiang Zheliu is extremely powerful and unmatched. He thinks he can do anything. To him, the admiration of all people is just like the dust of the world.

All his energy is used on it, and he wants to compete with him, stand side by side with him, or even surpass him.

But now

Wen renye slowly moved his hand away, looked at each other's frosty wrists and fingertips, and said after silence: "it's all like this, and it's so tolerable."

His words stopped and did not get an answer, so he turned his eyes and looked at the river.

The other side of the book stopped in the middle of the open page, never moved. He changed his posture on the rattan chair. He lay on his side and closed his eyes. His white hair was soft on his shoulders and his eyelashes were long.

The light was shining on his smooth, slightly thin chin and pale skin.

For a moment, Wen renye suddenly felt that even if he was fragile, he was a gift from the world.

Jiang Zheliu's appearance in his eyes should have been cherished. He used to be the master of Lingxiao sword and the head of the immortal gate who made the world bow down. He was as cold as a sword and as cold as ice on the blade. But now, he just can grasp the snow at will, loose and soft, but will not stay in anyone's fingers.

After watching for a while, he asked in a low voice, "are you asleep?"

The other side didn't move.

He stretched out his hand to take away half of the books he saw, and carried him to the bed, but got some resistance from the books.

Jiang Zheliu put the book in his arms and said, "I'll see it later."

"You're sleepy." Wen renye picked up his cloak and replaced the one on him. The broad blood colored cloak can cover him from the shoulder, but it is much lighter than the quilt, so it won't make people uncomfortable.

Jiang Zheliu didn't answer at the first time, but when the temperature under his cloak gradually warmed up, he whispered in a very light voice: "don't talk to me... I'm so tired."

With the cultivation of hearing people's night, you can hear this sentence clearly. He sat next to Jiang Zheliu, watching the lights shaking, listening to the night wind passing through the window, feeling the slow breathing sound of each other when they were asleep.

Everything is very quiet.

Wen renye didn't know where he trusted himself, or he didn't trust him at all. He just... Just didn't care about anything.

All the missions have been completed, and his responsibility and significance from small to large come to an end. Once upon a time, Jiang Zheliu seemed to live for Lingxiao sect and Xiuzhen world. At this stage, he could finally live for himself.

Therefore, he doesn't care about anything. It's the most comfortable thing in the world for him to fall asleep when he is sleepy.

Wen Ren sat by and looked at him.

The candle was low and quiet.

Infinite tenderness.

※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※

Have a good sleep, and those who like you will accompany you.