My Darling Sick Beauty

The underworld.

The journey around the river Styx was a little further. After passing through the sight of countless ghost practitioners who were afraid and greedy, the carriage slowly drove into the watchtower.

Gongyi Yan jumped out of the carriage, lifted the curtain, put in a hand, helped the baby out of the whole demon world, and let him stand firmly beside him.

Jiang Zheliu's condition is not very good. He can feel that his body can't support him. The cracks of the fushengshi layer upon layer have covered the surface, and the chapped marks are startling.

Gongyiyan solved a lot of "accidents" along the way. There were evil demons who were bewitched by the breath of the heavenly spirit body, and ghosts who were blocked by the netherworld. They were all killed by her sword. Sometimes, in order not to wake up Jiang Zheliu, they even acted in silence.

All the way here, Jiang Zheliu witnessed the spread of the war with his own eyes... It's impossible to have no casualties, but the little devil controlled it very well, and the scope and extent were within Jiang Zheliu's expectation, even better than his expectation.

If someone can unify all walks of life, check and balance the interests of all ethnic groups and the deepening hatred, he is actually a very suitable person.

Jiang Zheliu had a headache when he thought about it, so he pressed his mind to stop thinking about it. Instead, he stretched out his hand to tighten the shawl collar and knocked on the gate in front of the watchtower.

Although this place is called "wangxiangtai", it is actually a complex and retro building. Behind the building is a huge magic weapon similar to a nine pagoda. The stone platform at the top of the tower is the real wangxiangtai in the netherworld.

He knocked on the door. It seemed that there was a bell in the door. The bell rang a few times. Then a pale faced young ghost, xiula, opened the door and looked at them. It seemed that he was overwhelmed by the beauty of the people in front of him. After a while, he said, "are you... Are you alive?"

No wonder he asked. Jiang Zheliu half stepped into the gate of death, and his vitality was very weak.

Jiang Zheliu nodded and asked him calmly, "I'm going down the river to visit wangxiangtai."

Young ghost repair a stay, don't know is for his voice, or for his name. He opened the door and said, "please follow me."

Gongyiyan accompanies the empress. With Jiang Zheliu in the building, he follows the white faced ghost and stops outside a house.

After the boy was informed, the door suddenly opened, revealing all kinds of limbs and corpses in the house, as well as the fragments of spirits in the magic weapons, which made a harsh sound of friction.

Jiang Zheliu stepped in and saw a seven or eight year old boy sitting under the shelf of the corpse. Half of his body was covered with blood. He shook the bottle in his hand and looked up. His silver eyes stopped on Jiang Zheliu.

living person.

He Tan confirmed the life and death of the man in front of him. His eyes wandered around his neck twice. Then he stood up and moved his eyes to his face. Later, he said: "Jiang xianzun?"

"It's me," he said

He Tan is not as high as his chest when he stands up, but the puppet master likes to piece together his body very much, so he can change his image at any time, not just the appearance of a child.

"Just one breath away." He Tan took a look at the resurrection stone on his neck and said, "the cultivation of xianzun is useless. If you come here alone, aren't you afraid of danger?"

"You also said that I was short of breath, what else was I afraid of?"

That's true.

He Tan licked his bloody fingers and wiped them carelessly. Then he came to Jiang Zheliu's side to smell them. He frowned and said, "what do you want to do when you come here? If our Lord knows, I'm afraid it's not so easy to leave. "

Jiang Zheliu was very patient and calmly repeated his appeal to him.

"Make only the body into a puppet?" He Tan didn't open his eyebrows, "restore the corresponding realm, seal Lingxiao sword?"

He turned his eyes to the famous sword in Jiang Zheliu's hand, pondered for a long time, and said: "also, your spirit is very weak. Within two days, you will return to heaven and earth and disappear. If you seal the Lingxiao sword, then what

"Nature is like ordinary people, buried in a grave, there is no need to see the sun again."

When Jiang Zheliu said this, he was too calm, as if he was not himself. His snow is cold and moist as ice, his skin is white and colorless, but his eyes are dark and cold, hard to shine, showing a kind of strength from extreme vulnerability.

He Tan stares at him, turns his eyes, looks at Gongyi Yan beside him, and says: "I'd like to serve xianzun, but if you want to make a puppet, you need to pick up the broken meridians in your body by hand, and you need to use a knife I can't bear to damage such a beautiful body. "

Jiang Zheliu understood the meaning of his refusal and sighed: "I've asked this demon clan to send my body out of the netherworld, no matter whether it's successful or not, and it won't cause any trouble."

He Tan cracked his mouth and made a sweet smile with his child's face. Then he rubbed his hands and said, "as for the reward... Can xianzun leave your hair for me?"

He is a puppet. Even though he knows the body in front of him can't be touched, he can't help but want to leave a little bit of beauty.

This is inevitable. Even this kind of request is better accepted than Jiang Zheliu expected. He nodded and agreed.

He Tan pulls him to sit down, arranges a seat from the disorderly corpse fragment, then takes out the scissors, flows a wisp from the river broken willow's hair, before drops the hand suddenly, asks: "I hear, you and the demon world Lord are... Is a pair of Dao mates?"

Jiang Zheliu was silent for a moment

The puppet master laughed: "it's good, but why don't you come with him?"

This is the obvious reason for outsiders. It seems that he Tan can't think of it. GUI Xiu's common emotion is very low. It's hard to think of the word "can't bear".

"He'll cry." Jiang Zheliu thought, "he is afraid that I will leave."

"Did you tell him you were here?" He Tan asked.

"No

"... you didn't tell him you were dying, did you?"

Jiang Zheliu's eyes were a little out of focus. After a long time, he nodded slowly.

"Well. I can't bear to say goodbye to him. "

The puppet master cut off a wisp of white hair, braided it into a braid, and put it into a precious box.

He turned his head and looked at the female devil who was staring at him. He felt the recklessness of the demons in Gongyi Yan and worried: "don't you have a will or something? I'm afraid of the devil... "

"Yes." Jiang Zheliu comforted him, "he won't hurt you."

He Tan is just at ease. He stretched out his hand and touched the reviving stone of the other side's neck. There are countless cracks on the jade, like it will break in the next second. He just touched his hand and didn't touch it forcefully. Then he felt the vitality of this treasure disappear and turn to ashes.

The residual stone powder leaked between the fingers.

He Tan took back his hand as if it was hot.

Resurrection petrified into powder.

Just like him, he felt like he was going to be broken.

Jiang Zheliu unties the knot between his neck and clutches the gift carefully prepared by the little devil in his hand. His heart is more and more painful. It seems that the sticky fragments split and spread upward layer by layer, and the blood is swallowed through his throat.

He could not help but raised his hand to cover his lips and coughed, but he could not stop his mouth. Then it almost turned into a heart rending sound. Blood trickled down from the corners of his lips, penetrated through his fingers, and fell to the ground drop by drop.

Dye through the knot he's holding.

The little devil is the last gift that God gave him.

No one spoke. He Tan stands in front of him, Gongyi Yan accompanies him, but both of them don't make a sound. The whole room is very quiet, only his violent cough.

The bloodstain kept flowing out of his hands.

At last, the heartrending cough stopped. Wearing a Soft Velvet Cape, Jiang Zheliu fell on the case, panting, confused and fragmented.

Blood drops fell from his fingertips to the ground.

It's messy enough. There's debris and bodies everywhere. But only the blood in the heart of Jiang Zheliu's hand exudes the light and long fragrance of tianlingti.

He Tan's throat is tight. Some people don't want to make him a puppet. But it was his wish to seal Lingxiao sword forever, and he didn't want to return the wisp of snow colored hair.

Gongyi Yan can't see it any more than he can. She held the devil's shoulder from the side and restrained the piercing evil spirit all over her body. The blue eyes under the mask didn't move away from him.

Until the gasp slowly calmed down.

Jiang Zheliu took off the ink bracelet on his wrist and touched gongyiyan's hand with his bloody fingers.

She heard each other's voice in a very low voice.

"Send me to the world, find a quiet place and bury me."

Gongyi Yan can't speak. Her throat is jammed, but she can't promise.

"You give the letter to him without saying anything..."

Gongyi Yan was gripped by his bloody fingers and took a deep breath. He didn't know what mood to use to say this sentence: "good."

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Wangxiangtai is full of Artemisia and weeds.

Gongyi Yan actually didn't know when his spirit was scattered.

Perhaps just blowing through her ears that wisp of wind, there is his return to heaven and Earth Spirit.

Big devil is tired of sitting outside. She is not only numb in legs, but also numb in heart. Carrying the letter and bracelet she had left to her lord, she got up, went around the stumps and bottles outside and knocked on the curtain.

The curtain vibrated twice, and he Tan's young voice came: "come in."

Gongyi Yan lifted the curtain and came in. Looking up, he saw a square, jade like platform, which sent out a strong chill.

This chill formed his hair, his eyelashes, and covered his bloodless lips with a light red color. His fingertips were also a little red. His long eyebrows stretched out, and his face looked as if he had fallen asleep.

Gongyi Yan really felt that he was asleep and his steps were light.

The faint fragrance of tianlingti is floating in the air, even if it is blood, it will not make people feel eye-catching. The light colored shirt on his body was soaked with bloodstains.

After all, it's a knife maker.

He Tan wiped his hands beside him and complained in a low voice: "I have connected all the meridians in his body. You don't know that I'm going to be blind..."

Gongyi Yan stares at him and doesn't respond. After a while, he says, "are the puppets so good-looking?"

"Oh... No." He Tan said, "I didn't make him a puppet."

Gong Yi Yan's expression stagnated, and he turned around and stared at him without turning his eyes.

Lingxiao sword was still standing on the jade platform, but it was not put into his body, which showed that he Tan did not use the way of making puppets to restore his cultivation.

"Although I'm connecting meridians to a corpse, he's so beautiful that I can't do it." He Tan told him truthfully, "and... Why do you demons give up so much? Do you really think that the devil will not go to him obediently?"

impossible.

"Only if you draw your attention to Jiang xianzun, you won't die and I won't get into trouble." He Tan sighed, reached out and took out a bead from the small box at the bottom of the box, and put it in Jiang Zheliu's mouth.

This jade bead is so small that you can hardly see it in your mouth. But it doesn't slide down the throat.

Guixiu is good at preserving corpses. This jade bead can keep Jiang Zheliu's body in this state forever. It won't turn grey or rot like a monk. It's always soft and warm, just like falling asleep.

But no breathing, no heartbeat.

"This is Jiang xianzun's last chance."

He Tan stares at him, a little reluctant, "if he can wake up, I will become the benefactor of the Demon Lord. It's really a... Risky investment."

He turned, stood on tiptoe and took down a lampstand from the shelf.

The lampstand is shaped like Epiphyllum with hollow wicks inside.

He Tan infuses the blood of the heavenly spirit into it and burns it to make lamp oil. I saw the tan lamp suddenly lit up, the flame around two small you Mang, along the lamp flame around.

"What's that?" Gongyi Yan asked coldly.

"It's the ghost."

He Tan put the tan lamp on the side of Jiang Zheliu's body, and the lamp lit his snow-white eyelashes.

"At the beginning of a man's death, the flesh and soul had not been completely separated, so he could use the instrument of reincarnation from his blood to recall the two residual souls." He Tan stretched out his hand to play with the slender eyelashes of the broken willow. He felt that it was cold to touch. "Of course, the ghost is useless... Those spirits that have returned to heaven and earth can only be recalled slowly."

Gongyi Yan frowned and said: "why don't you light the light earlier? We have to wait until we die. "

"You know what." The child turned his lips in disgust. "Most of his spirits are not allowed to return to heaven and earth to warm up and absorb aura. Even if they gather together in the magic weapon, they are just as weak."

"When will he wake up?" Gongyi Yan was relieved.

"This... I don't know." He Tan fiddled with Jiang Zheliu's snow-white long hair, "it's not so easy to die and later generations, no matter what."

He felt harder and harder until he was knocked off by the devil's head and said "thank you".

Gongyi Yan picked up the lamp and carefully put it into the bag of heaven and earth. Then he reached out and picked up the queen.

His body is very cold. But when you feel it carefully, you can still feel a strange temperature. This let Gong Yi Yan gradually ease up. She looked down at Jiang Zheliu and said in a low voice, "sorry, I can't listen to you."

The other side leaned against her arms, long hair curled up on her shoulders, long eyelashes, thin lips, and could not see a corpse.

He Tan rubbed his hand and looked at the savage demon. He couldn't help saying: "if you live, remember to thank me... Ah, the blade on his body can't be pressed. Where do you want to send it back... Take the sword with you!"

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Lingxiao sword is placed beside Jiang Zheliu.

This one is soft, light and has no weight. But because the internal body has just connected the meridians, it is still difficult to keep the jade bead flowing freely along the body.

Yuzhu is cool. Jiang Zheliu has been on the ice for so long, so his body needs to be cool and breathable, and his fingertips are freezing.

Gongyiyan put him on the carriage and looked at him for a long time. Then he sighed and said in a low voice, "Jiang xianzun, shall we go back?"

Naturally, he can't speak.

Tandeng stands on the table, and the lights are full of light.

Jiang Zheliu is calm and calm in the light, like a lifeless but beautiful puppet.

Gongyiyan read it for a long time. She didn't want to let the other party bump on the road any more. Instead, she summoned the demons under her command and sent the letter left by the empress to the Lord to the front line.

And she, sitting on the carriage, looked after the lamp that couldn't be put out, and watched the other side fall asleep on the table, pillow on the Lingxiao sword.