My Darling Sick Beauty

Yujinnian didn't hear the reply from Lord mozun. He thought they were not very harmonious in this aspect. When he thought about the big news last night, he was worried about master Jiang.

He asked the little mute to sit outside and wait for a while, then he came to the side of the night and asked in a low voice, "how about it? I'm not angry with you? "

I don't know what will happen when the other party wakes up. I nodded first, then shook my head. After a while, I said, "I don't know."

Ember year way: "my medicine is the best, certainly won't leave injury..."

His words stopped abruptly when he saw Jiang Zheliu exposed on the back of his hand outside the brocade quilt.

Jiang xianzun's hands are always good-looking, but they are too narrow and thin. His slender knuckles curl up soft and beautiful. But the bite marks on it were so obvious that there were circles of bruises on the wrist.

"... my God..." for a moment, Yu Jinnian choked. After a long time, he turned his head with a wooden face, looked at the Lord, and blurted out, "dog, are you?"

Wen renye: "I didn't exert myself."

"I don't believe that." Doctor saint you instant regret, and even a trace of doubt about their own medical skills. He stretched out his hand to pull the wrist of the broken willow across the river, pulled the snow-white thin shirt up for a while, and introduced a trace of aura to explore the pulse.

Everything's OK. It doesn't seem to have caused any serious damage. It's just that the way of making friends with the demons is always lasting. He's just too tired.

Yu Jinnian was relieved, and then he saw a deep red kiss mark on the place where his sleeve was pulled up, and the tooth mark was very clear, as if he had been severely bitten.

With a stiff movement, he looked at the night with the eyes of animals.

Hearing the night, purple eyes calm and expressionless look back.

"It's not a thing!" After holding for a long time in the year of Ember, he put back his frosty white wrist like a piece of fragile porcelain.

Jiang Zheliu was sleeping soundly.

The demon lord, who had been scolded for several sentences, did not explain. He just looked at him in silence and asked: "how about this..."

"What, how." Doctor Xiaoyu was very fierce. "Don't you know to be gentle?"

The night of hearing people

He didn't really exert himself.

This seems to be the characteristics of the heavenly spirit body, or the side effects after encountering pills after fever, which makes his body become very sensitive. The pain and... The pleasure are multiplying.

The year of Ember guessed so much that he chatted with Wen renye in this direction. The other party listened patiently for a long time and thought it was possible.

With the courage of this demon lord, it really doesn't look like such a monster.

He tried to prescribe two bottles of warming medicine for external use, thought about it for a while, and explained to Wen renye how to apply it for a long time. After they finished talking about the patient's affairs harmoniously, the year of Ember stopped smiling and pulled the demon lord aside.

"Down the mountain..." he stopped for a moment, "all demons?"

Those demons have banned the migration of the goblins in Zhongnan mountain. From this morning, those who leave here can't return, and any living beings who want to leave can't go out.

Hearing people's purple eyes at night, he looked at him in silence.

Even if the other party didn't mean any harm, yujinnian was still staring at by the eyes of banbu Jinxian. After thinking for a long time, he asked in a low voice, "does Master Jiang know?"

He shook his head slightly at night.

"About how long?"

The other side was silent for a moment, did not give an exact answer: "to the dust settled."

The year of embers breathed slowly.

How long has the dust settled? Even with his not sensitive sense of smell, he can already realize that this is not a small matter. It is not for others to seal Zhongnanshan, but simply for master Jiang.

He didn't ask Wen renye what he was going to do. Instead, he frowned deeply and said, "if you don't tell him, aren't you afraid that he will be angry?"

"He'll be worried."

"Worried?" The year of Ember scanned him and asked, "is he worried about you?"

In the eyes of the year of Ember, Wen renye, a demon clan with thick skin and strong self-healing ability, should not worry about him. It's good not to worry about his opponent.

Doctor Xiaoyu patted him on the shoulder and said sympathetically, "wait to make people laugh. Is that what you said you can keep secret from others If it wasn't for the collective brokenhearted love of the goblins in Zhongnan mountain last night, I couldn't have noticed that you arranged the demon clan. "

"Don't leave soon."

Hearing the night, I looked at the other side of the bed.

"You can't get out if you want to."

"Tut, that's right." The year of Ember estimated that his contact with ginseng doll could not be used. He glanced at him and said, "Lord demon is really cruel."

Just when he thought that the cold and heartless night of hearing people was quite in line with this evaluation, he saw that the other party had a very good wife and mother to air a cup of tea for master Jiang, and then sat by the bed and looked at him without doing anything. His eyes were extremely focused, like a special version of Wangfu stone.

Year of embers

Forget it. That's it.

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Jiang Zheliu slept all day and all night.

When he opened his eyes again, that kind of slightly over load fatigue was slightly relieved. It's still dark outside. There's a light rain. It hasn't cleared up for several days.

It's like there's no light.

But there was a little candle burning in the screen, softly on. A handful of pine chips were put in the hollowed out censer and burned for a long time. The whole room is similar to the smell of night, but it is sweeter and softer than each other.

Jiang Zheliu looked at the window not far away where the sound of rain was. He raised his hand slightly and met a pair of hard magic horns. The bloody patterns on them were bound and climbing. The patterns were intricate, with obvious evil spirit.

As soon as he touched it, he opened his eyes and looked at him.

The little devil didn't seem to fall asleep, and the spirit of the demons was very good.

He held the cold magic horn in his hand and rubbed it for a while before releasing his hand. He wanted to speak, but his voice was so hoarse that it almost didn't sound like his.

Jiang Zheliu stops talking in time, reaches out his hand and pinches his voice, and looks up at the night.

The little devil was also very nervous. He handed me a cup of tea, which seemed to add something else. It was sweet.

Jiang Zheliu took the tea cup and found that it was warm inside. He lowered his head and drank a few mouthfuls. After moistening his lips and throat, he said reluctantly: "how long did I sleep?"

"Not long." Hearing people at night, he said, "just for a while."

Jiang Zheliu believed his evil and continued to drink tea with his head down.

His clothes were not neat, and the thin shirt on his shoulder slipped, revealing a large number of kisses and bruises inside, all of which were the evidence of the cruelty of Wen renye. The little devil looked more and more guilty, but his eyes stopped on him and he couldn't move away. He got closer and closer.

The tianlingti fever subsided, and the sweet smell of jiangzheliu gradually faded, leaving the slightly cold air of ice and snow in his body, and a trace of exuberance mixed with the effect of resurrection stone.

Either one smells good and makes people want to be close and stick.

He thought so, and then did the same. A pair of hard magic horns slowly rubbed against him, and then came closer and closer, and hugged him.

Jiang Zheliu's hand holding the teacup gave him a slight look. He wasn't very comfortable, so he was gathered by the little devil. He smelled something delicious, and then he talked in his ear.

"Is there any pain?"

Of course.

Jiang Zheliu didn't want to talk about it. In fact, he had a lot of pain, but it would hurt his face as a senior. He didn't say anything. He just drank tea and didn't want to talk to him.

Jiang Zheliu ignored him, does not mean that the little devil himself can not go on. He asked Jiang Zheliu next to him for a long time, from general to detailed, and finally almost evenly distributed to each organ. When he talked about the most shameful part, he was stared back by Jiang Zheliu.

Warm tea moistens the throat, his voice is a little better, just slowly said: "don't say, you stay away from me, a few days I can be good."

If it's close, I don't know how to toss him.

I heard that people were loathed at night, but I decided not to leave. The sight moved down from the kiss mark on the other side's shoulder, spread over the clavicle, and then stretched out his hand to pull the other side's clothes for a second look

Then his hand was held down.

Jiang Zheliu looked at him calmly with a little disapproval.

It's not just disapproval, it's questioning.

Hearing people staring at the bite mark on his hand at night, he said for a long time: "let me see the wound."

Well said.

Jiang Zheliu looked at him and said, "it's OK."

This is rather unconvincing. He doesn't look like he's okay.

The little devil didn't listen. He wanted to fully understand each other's injury. As a result, he watched Jiang Zheliu turn around, covered his beloved quilt and completely ignored others.

This seems to mark the beginning of a unilateral cold war.

At noon the next day, Chang Qian saw his little uncle sitting at the table on the second floor, drinking to relieve his worries. He turned his mind a little and knew that it was the little uncle who had quarreled with the immortal elder brother. He thought they were not mature at all, so he put the medicine bowl on the table, left it beside the night of smelling people and asked a few questions.

Chang Qian stood on his little uncle's side and seriously complained that the immortal elder brother ignored him. Then he took the medicine to the back of the screen——

I saw all kinds of scars on Jiang Zheliu.

Chang Qian's mind was empty. Looking at the red mark on his finger, he stammered: "brother, are you ok..."

Jiang Zheliu now drink medicine more and more difficult, bitter frown. As soon as he heard this, he realized that the other party had misunderstood and explained, "it doesn't hurt."

No one believes it. Chang Qian stares at Zhu Zi for a long time, turns around and goes out. When he passes by and hears people's night, he ignores everything and runs downstairs.

In less than half a quarter of an hour, achu also knew about his mistreatment of elder brother Shenxian.

The two goblins gnashed their teeth in anger. The nose was not the nose, and the eyes were not the eyes. When ah Chu came in to change a new dress for the immortal brother, he said in a small voice, "scum attack."

Jiang Zheliu was very close to achu. He heard it all of a sudden. He raised his eyes slightly and repeated, "attack of dregs?"

"Yes. We don't know what to say there The fawn was angry and humming, "for that kind of extortion, wanton bullying and humiliation, those who are not treated as human beings are called slag attack!"

Jiang Zheliu was silent for a moment and glanced at the night after him: "he actually..."

"Brother, you don't have to face him." Ah Chu was indignant, "how could he do this to you! You are so vulnerable! "

This sentence is true. Jiang Zheliu still has a backache. His muscles and bones are so soft that he is not very comfortable. Some place is especially uncomfortable. So he gradually changed his words and said, "yes, it's a little too much."

So the excessive devil Lord climbed into his bed that night.

The candle flickered violently, drawing a string of warm shadows on the wall. The moon penetrated the wooden window, forming a half gold and half silver boundary with the warm light.

After the rain stopped, the night wind was soft.

Today's dark clouds also dispersed, let Jiang Zheliu see a pair of the brightest stars. It seems to be very aggrieved, but half with expectation to see, from can purple to deep purple.

The little devil's horn was against him, rubbing and rubbing. Then he bit his lip and kissed his throat, as if to vent his anger. He did not use any force to vent his anger, but took a slight bite.

Then he watched a light red fall from Jiang Zheliu's neck.

I'm very delicate.

"What's the matter with you?" Hearing people's night talk, he said, "why do you touch it?"

Jiang Zheliu sighed and speculated: "maybe it's because of constitution and medication. Some are not quite normal. "

This situation is not quite normal, but Jiang Zheliu's conjecture is the same as that of the year of embers. They are all conjectures in this aspect, but it doesn't seem very serious. Neither of them is very anxious.

However, the two of them were not worried for the same reason... This symptom was also mentioned in the book of double. Secret Cultivation about heavenly spirit, which was written in the book. Although the credibility may not be high, it is a reference direction after all.

The other thing is... The combination of tianlingti and human friars is easy to get addicted. I don't know what to do with demons.

Jiang Zheliu reaches out his hand and touches him. He kisses him to the red place. He doesn't feel much. He just looks scary on the surface.

After staring at him for a while, he suddenly said, "in fact, it's OK."

Jiang Zheliu raised her eyes in surprise and looked at Xiangfeng's comment on the slain little devil.

"... the demon world must feel it." He touched his chin. "I'm very strong."

Jiang Zheliu

What kind of babe is this? How does he like it?

He didn't have time to dislike it, so he was hugged and kissed by the other side. The other side was close to his ear root, which made his earlobe skin red and steamy.

"There's something wrong in the demon world in two days. I'll go back." Hear the person night low voice way, "you accompany me, don't ignore me."

Too wronged, like a fierce but restrained fangs and claws of the beast, only loyal and full of love for him, persistent focus, as if his every move can involve his heart.

Many people once guessed Jiang xianzun's preference, but they didn't expect it. There are also many people who try their best to get close to him, earn his favor and circle around him.

But those people are not right, the timing is not right, the wrong time will only become a burden, the wrong person is just a stumbling block on his way.

It's not easy to have someone you like.

Jiang Zheliu was a little grateful to the demons who broke the door.

He held out his hand, fingers did not enter each other's hair, voice slightly with a smile: "OK, I accompany you."

His voice is very soft, the ending is slight, some hook people. The little devil's dog teeth slowly bit his ear and carried the soft willow into his arms.

The demon world is barren and barren, and this one is the one he raised best from childhood.

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At the same time, at the foot of Zhongnan mountain.

It's a rare sunny day after the rain. The night is dark blue and full of stars.

A flying magic weapon stopped at the foot of Zhongnan mountain, between the dense pines and cypresses. There is a sharp sword on the weapon, which is the shape of Lingxiao sword.

But they were not able to enter Zhongnanshan.

There seems to be an invisible barrier here, separating the inside from the outside. Not even a living creature could get in.

Lin Qingxu came down from the weapon and touched the invisible barrier. He turned his head and looked at the young people wearing Lingxiao disciples' clothes behind him. He sighed: "it seems that xianzun doesn't want me to wait to see him."

There was no one behind to speak.

"What's the use of my generation's Zhangjiao?" he said He stroked the dust and said, "I can't see xianzun today. I can't let him guide me... I'm old and useless."

As he spoke, he coughed and performed with great skill. Until the young monk behind him couldn't see it, he comforted: "elder don't be sad, maybe elder xianzun didn't know you were coming."

Lin Qingxu also felt right. He helped Jiang Zheliu for many years. He knew that the other party attached great importance to Lingxiao school and would not sit back and ignore it. He falsely advocated: "it must be this meaning that the old and the poor have little talent, and it is difficult to be a great responsibility. The immortal has never returned the sword. Why don't we call on you in person and let you choose the leader you trust. "

After hearing this, all the people behind him thought about it for a while, and all of them were moved. In particular, the ensuing several Dharma protectors and other elders are inevitably fighting for the position of leader.

"Set up." Lin Qingxu rubbed the dust and glanced at the group of guys behind him - Lingxiao sect is not without outstanding descendants, but some of the perennial light was suppressed, some left the door and lived in seclusion after Jiang Zheliu left, and some... Were beaten to various places by him.

He didn't bring it.

"Cloth sword meaning Lingxiao array, do not seek to break the border, mainly let the first can feel." Lin Qingxu's abacus was loud. He thought about what he had talked with Wang Ge before, but he didn't expect that he had no chance to go to Jiang Zheliu.

Just as the crowd was about to set up the battle, in the dark of the night, suddenly came the crisp sound of bone creaking.

He raised his eyes and saw a strong evil spirit spread out. The bright red blood wings spread out from the air, with a strong sense of blood and killing.

Something was thrown up and taken back into the palm.

Lin Qingxu's eyesight is amazing. At the edge of the border, a big demon hiding in the pines and cypresses stretches his blood wings, revealing his eyes that are gradually faint and dyed scarlet.

His blood red armor spread out from his bones and wrapped half of his arm. A single angle was drilled between the cracks on the forehead, which was covered with dark purple magic lines.

Shi Bingchen catches half of the skull in his hand and stretches along with the blood wings. His bones make a general sound of dislocation. He holds up his chin with one hand and squints at it. He is full of evil spirit, bright red robes and a friendly smile.

"Good night." Shi Bingchen licked his tusks. "Welcome to Zhongnanshan. I'm the forest ranger here. I buried three or five people who want to cut down trees today."

He yawned slowly, the peach blossom eyes curved, and the strong killing spread.

"Let me see - whose skull shape is more hand-held."

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The semi prototype of ice mark is mainly the wing of blood bat, and the skeleton is only a supporting role.

At night, their family is mainly composed of bones and wings. They basically have no meat and can't chew it