My Darling Sick Beauty

The underworld.

The river Styx surges and evil spirits wander. The sky and the earth are dim.

A wisp of blood in the river opened, scattered halo dye, and then disappear invisible.

As if he had taken back his hand, the ghost gas that washed away the blood also wound around his fingertips again. He didn't use the body he didn't want to use, but he used it back.

The curly black hair stretched slowly with the flow of the river, and the huge chain of Tongyou that bound him also vibrated slightly.

"The Buddhist monk who has proved the Bodhisattva's position in Tibet is just as stupid as the path he has chosen because he has a great wish to end his path of becoming a Buddha forever." He felt like a ghost between his fingers. He wiped away the blood scab on Mingjing's shoulder and looked at the wound on his body. "It's a pity that he died too early. After spending thousands of years with me in the netherworld, we still fell into the fire

To a certain extent, he seems to be really able to live, and can afford to be an "old immortal". However, in his capacity, it should be no problem to call him "dead ghost", but it doesn't sound very serious.

"It's naive to purify the evil spirits in the world." He said, "you can't build this road, can you?"

Mingjing dropped her eyes and didn't reply for a long time. Until he seemed to be quiet, he slowly said, "Lord he."

"Well?"

"Master Jiang, what's the matter with him?"

What seems to be a lock of Meifeng, did not expect each other mud Bodhisattva across the river, self-protection, but also concerned about the other side of the river. He pulled the corner of his lip and said, "it's not far from death. Do you want to give him a ride?"

As he spoke, he raised his hand, pulled the Chan Master Bai Jing's chin, approached him, stared at him for a while, and said, "don't you worry about yourself first?"

Looking at him in a clear and plain way, the red Bodhi mole in the middle of the eyebrow is as bright as blood, but the light in the eyes is as light as smoke. It seems that facing him is no different from facing Wang Wenyuan or anyone.

He's like a little action, eyes gradually changed. He lowered his head and said, "I ask you again, are you his reincarnation?"

All reincarnation needs the person who knew each other in the previous life to break the identity, so as to restore the memory. If the other party is the reincarnation of that person, when he mentioned it, Mingjing should have remembered it.

But he didn't. His eyes are calm, even a drop of extra water did not splash out, like an endless, flat lake.

It seems that he is a little manic. His mood seemed to be repeatedly stretched, then folded and broken, and his heart was in chaos.

After a moment, he slowly released his hand.

The man who insisted on transforming him has long been dead.

He Suo Si breathed out a breath and said: "that man is my friend. If you go back to lanruo temple to inquire, you should be able to find out his name... Forget it, you are here with me. When I get rid of these chains, I will send you back. "

Mingjing still looked at him silently, not showing happy or unhappy expression, only a faint worry.

"If I can't get out of here." He looked up, looked at the top of the river Styx, narrowed his eyes and laughed, "then you also stay in the netherworld."

The river is overflowing, and countless evil spirits, yecha, lie dormant at the periphery of the river bottom, staring at the delicious blood food around the LORD with dark green eyes. However, the delicious food in the eyes of the ghosts just stands in the same place and looks at the end of the Styx river.

The river Styx is far away, hard to see the edge, as if there is no end.

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After a long stalemate between the demon world and the demon world, the friction continued to form a stalemate. Then, as expected, there was a sneak attack. The sneak attackers were lured into the net, killed the Taoist body, crushed the spirits, and cleaned up the first group of people who were ready to be greedy. The Xiuzhen world negotiated peace with the two worlds, while the land of the demon attack was pressing closer and closer, almost pressing into the mountain protection array of the four immortals.

However, due to the great array of mountain protection, the immortal gate still has the strength to ask for it. The Lingxiao sect's leaders were in charge of the sect for the time being, commanding all the sects in the name of the head of the immortal sect. Both Wushuang sword Pavilion and Tianji Pavilion show compliance, and there is no objection.

It's just that the Lingxiao school's right of discourse is just the right of discourse that people put on the shelves, which is quite different from the time when Jiang Zheliu was. They need a leader in name, a person to shoulder the greatest responsibility.

But no one thought that the ink knife tempered by Wen renye could break through the mountain gate and break through the indestructible barrier that has been maintained for thousands of years. Just at the moment when the border was broken, the news came out that the leader of the matchless sword pavilion was forced to survive the disaster and died. Everyone took this opportunity to discuss with the demon world again in the name of condolence, and put out the war temporarily.

In fact, the generals of the demon clan were also exhausted during the war, and the casualties were not light. And the devil's world rear also came a news that people had to return at night.

Wen Renjian was also trapped in the disaster for a long time. Just two days ago, the fire of he Dao disaster destroyed his original God, so that his killing Taoism was not bound and destroyed the environment of thousands of miles. The killing spirit could almost tear people to pieces.

Only wenrenye can handle it.

The world has a hard won chance to breathe.

The war is merciless. Even Qinglin, who has reached a short-term consensus with wenrenye, is afraid of the fighting power of the demons and the ink knife in wenrenye's hand.

At this time, many righteous people will Miss Jiang xianzun and the Lingxiao sword, which makes people shy away from others.

But now, the owner of Lingxiao sword is planning his future in a snowy mountain.

... it's not a matter of planning.

Jiang Zheliu's exploration of he Dao's natural calamity in recent years was written on paper and sealed in a letter. He took many times more medicine than before, so that the appearance of the body did not show much error.

But it still can't hide from the doctor's eyes.

Yu Jinnian sat next to him, watching the critically ill patient calmly put the writing paper under the brush wash, pressed it in an insignificant corner of the desk, and said bitterly, "how can I explain to Wen renye? You... "

"Xiao Yu," Jiang Zheliu said calmly, "I didn't investigate what you helped the little devil hide."

Ember year choked all of a sudden, did not think of later words for a long time, chatted: "this is not also good for the elder..."

"Then I'll do it for him."

Although Yu Jinnian could see that he was in a wrong state from his pulse probing, he didn't know how bad he was because of the medicine. He said: "the more you do this, the more I feel that you seem to be so bad..."

"No matter better or worse, you can't cure it."

Although it's true to say that, the self-confidence and medical skills of the year of Ember have been greatly damaged. He sighed and glanced up and down to make sure that he could not see the state of the man from the outside.

He pondered for a moment, then brought up the old story again: "that time you mentioned holding the sword again, I thought about it, and the only way was really... After you died, I made you a puppet."

Jiang Zheliu's hand moved and looked up: "do you know what I'm going to do?"

The year of Ember said helplessly: "the raw materials of puppet art are all corpses, and the corpse is dead. It can let the corpse grasp the power again, which is the only way to let you grasp the sword again. Maybe after the puppet master's anatomy and repair, your meridians and channels will be more unobstructed than before. "

Before he could finish his words, he suddenly heard the sound of medicine bowl falling outside the screen. He turned his head and saw only a pair of Velvet Antlers running out.

"Ah Chu heard that. Is it all right?" The year of Ember asked.

Jiang Zheliu looked over and said, "it's OK. When he comes back, I'll tell him

Ember year nodded, did not care about this episode, continued to say: "just you want to use this method to save the power, is for what?"

Jiang Zheliu slowly picked up a cup of tea, moistened his lips, and slowly said, "give Lingxiao sword a home."

In the year of Ember, I suddenly realized this.

When jiangzheliu Xiuwei is still in good condition, Lingxiao sword can be put into the user's Dao, which represents the high recognition of both sides. But now, this treasure sword can only guard Jiang Zheliu beside him, and can't be sealed into his body.

"Also, I want to cut off the thinking of Lingxiao school's descendants." This sentence is merciless, "even if someone wants to make a comeback, don't use the greedy hand of fame and wealth to hold this sword."

This seems to be an indescribable obsession. Starting from Jiang Zheliu's saying "this is my sword". He's not going to give it up to anyone.

Once is enough for the wrong things you have done.

Yu Xiannian could not understand Jian Xiu's mentality, but he could not say anything to persuade him. He just sighed and said, "I don't know how much time you still have, but you still have a resurrection stone. Don't be too pessimistic about things. Although the practitioners have been pointing to a hundred years, there is still time between you and Wen renye. Maybe there is something else to turn around..."

He didn't know about the crack of the resurrection stone.

"Mr. Jiang's advice to others has always been taken as a reference. He has always made his own decisions." The year of Ember stood up, "you'd better think about how to pacify the night of hearing people."

Jiang Zheliu pondered silently for a moment and said: "thank you very much. Thank you very much."

The year of Ember waved his hand and turned away.

He did not expect that this was the last time they had a conversation.

Jiang Zheliu is a man who can accept the reality very quickly. He has even found many places in Zhongnan mountain and thinks that it is a good resting place under the ice and snow. But he is afraid that the little devil will dig him out and gives up this decision.

Few people who know that their time is approaching are as calm as he is.

Ah Chu came back in the evening. He looked pale and his eyes were red. He seemed to know a big secret. But he didn't say anything. Without saying a word, he added a coat to Jiang Zheliu, but he didn't release his hand. Instead, he leaned over and hugged him.

"Brother..." his voice was still with a vague sob.

Jiang Zheliu reached out and touched the horn on his head, rubbed it on the velvet antler for a moment, and said in a low voice, "what are you crying for?"

"The book says you'll be fine!" Ah Chu bit his teeth and said, "I've never seen a protagonist who's not half in love and is dying in the middle. How can you do that?"

Jiang Zheliu was silent for a moment, thinking, "which book?"

Ah Chu choked, wiped his tears, lowered his head and said, "it's a book I read... A book."

After a pause, he continued: "besides, traditional Chinese medicine can't engage in western medicine! If you look at anatomy and repair, it sounds very scientific! "

Jiang Zheliu didn't understand the meaning of science, but he could understand the other party's feelings. He reached out to wipe his tears and said in a soft voice, "don't tell brother Wen about this, OK?"

A Chu Zheng Zheng ground looks at him, didn't notice oneself is exactly when promise him.

Tianlingti is still very fragrant, emitting a breath that is easy to get close to. Whatever you say, you can make a Chu promise in confusion.

But he was still very sad. He leaned against the screen and began to cry. After dark, he was tired and fell asleep.

I sleep much deeper than the river.

Jiang Zheliu is also sleepy, but because of the drug effect, he is much more energetic than usual. It's just a couple of intermittent coughs. When his hand fell on the resurrection stone, he could feel the crack clearly, expand the crack at a completely comparable speed, and even maintain the vitality of the body gradually and slowly thinning down.

He thought of a lot of things, a little distracted.

The night wind blew a white plum into the window.

The remnant petals blow into his hair with the wind and fall along his long snow-white hair. When Jiang Zheliu found the plum blossom, he wanted to poke it down, but he was suddenly held by his hand.

Palm warm, warm to some hair hot, hot meaning continuously passed over.

Deep, bloody pines and cypresses surround it.

Jiang Zheliu's hand was clenched by him and pressed on his knee. Before he could make a sound, he was touched by a pair of warm and dry lips and pried off the white teeth.

The mood of Wen renye is not particularly right.

The tip of his tongue is very aggressive. It's like plundering. He entangles with Jiang Zheliu's weak tongue and melts his breath into his mouth. He is holding the other side's slightly swollen lip, and has a tooth mark between the thin and easily injured lips, with endless uneasiness.

Jiang Zheliu was bitten a little bit by him. He raised his hand along his back and rubbed his forehead with each other's magic horn. Then he noticed the endless blood on him.

It's very familiar with bloody gas, with the flavor of other demons, while Jiang Zheliu is only familiar with a few demons

As soon as his throat was tight, he subconsciously thought that there was internal strife in the demon world, and the old demons would seize the throne.

But the truth is even worse. When Wen renye took the two knives when he was young, he never thought that one day, the blade would penetrate his father's body and take out the indiscriminate and aggressive killing species.

In order to merge the golden immortal with Taoism, we must first integrate with the species of Taoism, and only after integrating with the species of Taoism, can we have the trouble of merging with Taoism.

The only thing in the demon world that can hold the killing of Taoist seeds is Wen Ren Ye. This double-sided sword like treasure is sealed in his body and covered with the blood of his relatives.

The atmosphere was a bit oppressive, and neither of them spoke any more.

The little devil hugged him tightly and put his head around his shoulder. There was a strong depression on his body. His lips were so dry that they were about to crack and bleed. In the kiss just now, Jiang Zheliu almost tasted the blood between his lips.

He slowly raised his hand, along his back, like stroking a large furry cat. He lowered his voice and asked gently, "are you better?"

Wen renye didn't speak. Instead, he chased his breath and came closer to him. Only when he was ironed by the slight cold air of ice and snow on his lover's body, he said in a dumb voice: "HMM

About the smell of blood, Jiang Zheliu didn't ask anything. Instead, he slowly rubbed his horn. His fingers slid down along the magic horn, surrounded his shoulder, and moved away from the topic.

"Why did you come back all of a sudden?"

Although he asked, he was very happy that he came back. Jiang Zheliu also wanted to see him. In fact, he missed each other very much.

Wen renye wanted to tell him the excuse on his face, but he thought that the old owner of Wushuang sword Pavilion had a good relationship with the other party. His words stopped for a moment, and he said hoarsely, "take a rest."

He didn't want to make Jiang Zheliu sad.

Compared to make him sad, the first reaction of the night is still temporarily hidden. This is the same on both sides.

He did not want to loose his hand. Even if the other side stayed here for a while, he still felt a sense of crisis that was coming to the next moment. He tightly hung around the waist of the other side and whispered: "... It's my fault not to tell you the war. Don't be sad... I'm afraid of... "

"For fear that they would come up to me?" Jiangzheliu road.

Wen renye looked at him and nodded.

The devil didn't go through the door or the window when he came back. He used the skill of shuttling between the two realms, which was accurate and silent, and didn't even disturb the deer outside.

"I know." Jiang Zheliu did not pursue, "it's OK."

His hand was held by the little devil, very tight, very hard, but every time he was about to lose control, he pulled it back, maintaining his few senses.

He had only a small willow tree, and he didn't dare to touch a leaf.

But he didn't know that until now, all he had left was luxuriant branches and leaves on the surface. This willow seedling died from the beginning. Every day and night left in the world was the flash of light before the stars fell.

Jiang Zheliu encircled his neck, touched his forehead, closed his eyes and said, "it's OK, I won't be angry, and I don't blame you... But I miss you very much."

The breath of the night fell on his neck, hot and depressed, but after this sentence fell, it was suddenly gentle, with a little careful taste.

"I... I miss you, too." He whispered, "I..."

He just said a word, lip front was a soft and cool touch close.

Jiang Zheliu looked up and gave him a kiss.

"Sleep with me." He said, "little devil, I'm sleepy."

Wen renye was stunned by his kiss, and it took him a long time to react. He easily picked up Jiang Zheliu and gently put him on the bed.

The bed was torn off.

There was no other conversation. Jiang Zheliu whispered a few words to him about the problems that should be paid attention to in dealing with some details in the war. Then he stopped talking and leaned quietly in his arms, as if he was really tired and sleepy.

In fact, every night now, he has the risk of not waking up.

The night of hearing people embrace him, still like when we just met. Uneasy, heart thumping, but this time he is too sensitive spirit, there is always a sense of not sleeping.

He pasted it, next to each other's ears, and eagerly confirmed, "you're not angry with me, are you?"

But Jiang Zheliu's left ear can't hear it.

He can only feel the subtle air flow when he hears people talking at night, which spreads over his ears carefully.

Jiang Zheliu raised her eyes, and did not reveal the fact that she could not hear, but nodded slightly to her shining purple eyes.

Wen renye settled down a lot. He gently kissed the tip of his ear. His voice was very low: "you won't leave me, you won't leave me."

Jiang Zheliu didn't know what he was talking about. He couldn't even see each other's mouth, but he was able to touch those beautiful purple eyes full of expectation.

It was the most beautiful eye he had ever seen in his life.

He didn't have the strength to speak and the courage to tell each other about it. Jiang Zheliu lived for more than a thousand years, and he didn't know what fear was from the day of his cultivation. But this cold night, he was afraid that the other party would ask a very complicated question.

He had no choice but to nod.

Smell person night get promise, the whole body's blood gas seem to all thin to go a lot of, hugged him to close an eye.

But this promise can only be broken with him.

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Jiang Zheliu only broke his promise to two people. One was his mentor who accompanied him on the journey, and the other was his true love who met him at the end of the road.

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