My Darling Sick Beauty

After Xiao Liushu fell asleep, he Tan's face showed the expression of eight trigrams, and his eyes were bright: "general Shi, is he better? What's the new rumor of Xiuzhen world saying... "

The expression that releases ice mark to stretch not to live, turned a head to see him one eye, way: "should be better."

It means not very good.

"As for Xiuzhen world," the big devil frowned, "it's just slandering our Lord."

I can't blame others for their slander. They really... It's unbelievable.

Who would have thought that Wen Ren ye could really maintain this illusion in his mind, and it lasted for ten years. I don't know how much I said to the sleeping people.

But in fact, everyone present knows that all the responses to Wen renye come from hallucinations. If he goes on like this, he will either change his temperament or go crazy.

"Only with the presence of Jiang xianzun, the Lord will not collapse." Shi Bingchen said, "the collapse of a half step Jinxian demon clan is very terrible for the world."

Then he left. Take the prescription and enter the Jingshan hall.

At this moment, the war is going out a little. As a confidant of the Lord, he is always on the left and right, serving in front of him, and will not leave for long.

Because of this, Shi Bingchen saw far more scenes than others.

The big devil in red handed the prescription to the little boy. Then he took off his sword and gave his cloak to the people waiting at the door. Then he stepped into the hall and looked behind the screen.

The light is shadowy, and the light and natural light meet to outline the figure inside.

He heard the low voice of the night, but his tone was very light and careful.

"Why don't you take care of me?"

He raised his hand and seemed to hold Jiang xianzun's finger. Across a translucent screen, the picture was hazy and indistinct.

"I'll come back early next time. I won't let you wait so long..."

Shi Bingchen closed his eyes and breathed out a deep breath. Then he stopped outside the screen and reported the war situation to Wen renye.

The trouble in their Lord's mind has not yet spread to other things, and they can still listen to him quietly and talk about the place they occupied and the current casualties.

In fact, it's enough. The demons want to survive and have enough resources for their development. But Wen renye refuses to stop in front of the netherworld. He has a natural hostility to these ghost practitioners... To be exact, to the river Styx.

The source of this hostility is the fight to break the chain of Tongyou.

When the business is finished, Shi Bingchen should have left, but he waited for a long time in the original place, and did not move.

He gazed at the back of the Lord and watched him pick up his lifeless body, although Jiang xianzun was as beautiful and delicate as cold jade carving at any time.

In the crevice of the screen, he saw that the palm of the master's hand was not as clear as xianzun's snow hair. He asked him to lean against his arms, fold up his hair and put on his Hosta.

Jiang Zheliu, however, was obediently lying in his arms and leaning on his shoulder. His fingers, which were painted black at night, were frosty and transparent, and his fingertips were slightly red, as if he was sleepy in his arms.

The lamp is still burning, and the ghost revolves around the wick.

Release ice scar heart cold, like a piece of ice, slowly out of the Jingshan hall.

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Thirty years later.

Wang Wenyuan, who has been planning all his life, was found in the nether world. Between the countless chains in his hands. He seems to have been told something that makes people nervous, and it doesn't seem normal.

But it doesn't matter. Demons don't need enemies with normal spirit. The former owner of Tianji pavilion was locked in the secret water prison under Jingshan hall.

Mingjing was taken back to lanruo temple, but he was not forced to send him out after he seemed to be under pressure, but he took the initiative to send the little monk away.

Later, he told Wen renye about Zhu Wuxin, told the other party that he had visited Jiang Zheliu, and told Wen renye that his wife had been dead for many years.

He succeeded in infuriating each other.

The furious devil has no reason. His great chain of communication was cut off and he was free again. But at the same time, he Suo seems to have been pierced by the red blood blade, which is specially used to cut the soul. Among the thousands of dead souls chiseled into the bottom of the Styx River, the spirit has been cut off by more than half.

Hearing that people are killing daozhong in the night, they will never die. His hand holding the blood knife was bleeding and cracking, and his bone armor and long wings were cracking, pouring out fierce evil Qi.

He Suo seems to have been nailed to the bottom of the river, and his whole body is full of ghost gas. The two half step golden immortals are deadlocked in the river, and the killing opportunities are hitting again and again.

The nigger Xiu raised his head and coughed heavily. His spirit was pierced by the knife, and he was in great pain. But when he looked at the night, he thought that the other side was more miserable than himself.

"You look like this now." He grinned, "can't close the road."

Hearing the night purple eyes looked at him, half of his face ossified, like a bone mask covered his face. The purple eyes embedded in the eyes have gradually become a quiet flame, indicating the state of the enchanted body.

His killing state is powerful, terrifying and ferocious, full of the tyranny of predators, but in the same way, his irascible spirit is suffering, no less than at this moment.

"He's not dead." I heard people say that night.

He Suo seemed to be choked by his ghost Qi, laughed a few times, and said: "you kill me in this state, how long can you live?"

He was killed, and his mind was assimilated quickly, which would make him welcome the fire of questioning and robbing more quickly than hearing from others.

"He's not dead." The other side repeated obstinately, as if trying to make ho Suo seem to admit it.

But he didn't seem to admit it. He held the blood knife, and his palm was cut apart by the soul chopping knife. But he still pulled out the blade with all his strength, rolled to the side and gasped for breath.

His yuan God was almost chopped up by this demon descendant.

The whole body is bleeding at night, from the skin, from the open bone wings.

His purple eyes were glowing with blood, and the fireworks flying between the white bone masks were flowing at the bottom of the Styx. As long as he moved, his armor, barbs, and nearly broken body would make a sound similar to metal shattering.

Half a Jin is better than eight Liang. Wen renye is a little better.

What seems to be paralyzed on the ground, while retching while laughing, but also with the brain is not quite normal up. He looked at the top of the Styx River and said, "I finally understand what Wang Wenyuan said about the real disaster."

Both of them were mentally abnormal, and he also mentioned another neuropathy.

He turned his head and had to compromise for his ghost life: "he's not dead."

The blood knife in Wenren's hand is on the ground. He looked at the nigger Xiu intently, as if he would explode in the next moment and directly split the other's spirit.

If you hurt the enemy a thousand, you lose eight hundred. Now there is no reason in this devil's mind. It can't be provoked.

"He just fell asleep." What seems to be the ghost gas condensed body scattered into fog, into a restorative sleep, "I hope he wakes up, you are not crazy enough to communicate."

The ghost gas is scattered like fog.

Wen renye is holding a blood knife with one hand. I don't know why he didn't kill him.

Maybe it's the warning from his body to his mind. Maybe it's the unknown result after he started... But more importantly, he can't be seriously injured any more. He has to go back to guard the little willow tree and protect each other.

Hearing people's night slowly convergence bone wings, he put out his hand, palm is full of blood, but he didn't care, but at a loss to cover the ossified half of the face, and embedded in the bones of the floating purple fireworks.

This time, the body lasts too long. It will take him some time to return to human form.

The demon body is too ugly for lovers to see.

The other party has already... Ignored him.

The cold skeleton on the hand of Wen Ren Ye gets recognition and confirmation from his words.

Little willow just fell asleep.

He'll... He'll wake up and forgive him.

Although I don't know what I did wrong.

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Soon afterwards, all walks of life knew what the "real disaster" was.

The night of hearing people was completely crazy.

He destroyed the contract and washed all walks of life with blood. Except for the people who had no resistance, all the other rebels died under the blood blade of the devil. His power of thunder is far from that of boiling frogs in warm water before. It is difficult to speculate on the speed of the expansion of war, and countless souls are killed.

In just a few decades, he was regarded as the leader of the six realms. Even in the isolated void world, some witches came to negotiate with him, handed over the letter of surrender, and asked the demon lord's cavalry not to set foot on a peaceful land.

As if he were sleeping, Qinglin retreated, and the challengers of Xiuzhen fell on the road one after another, bleeding.

He is the only one in the world.

Now there is no gossip. Jiang Zheliu's name is like a taboo. It's all wrong to mention it. No one said, and did not dare to tell the truth, only the faint Tan lamp light is still, indifferent to everything.

Even the great demons who fought side by side with Wen Ren at night did not dare to touch this scale. Their Lord has indeed fulfilled the expectations of the demon world all the time, and also achieved the feats that other people can't expect. But the Lord is still worrying.

His state of mind is good and bad. When it's good, I just give the empress devil medicine, bathe and change clothes for him, and take him to Zhongnanshan to see the plum blossom.

All empress demons are OK when they can contain them.

When it's bad, he will lose his mind with the body of killing daozhong. When it's most serious, he can't restrain the killing spirit. He hurts shibinghen and gongyiyan, and destroys Jingshan hall and a large number of magic generals. In the end, it was because the door of the temple collapsed and made the Queen's clothes dirty that she stopped.

Shi Bingchen vomits blood and covers his broken internal organs. He looks at Gong Yiyan, who is no less injured than him. He watches the Lord take back his knife and turns back to change clothes for Jiang xianzun.

He drained all his strength and collapsed on the ground. He didn't know whether to cry or laugh. After a while, he wiped the corners of his lips and sighed: "I didn't expect that at this time, Jiang xianzun would save our lives."

Gongyi Yan is also in the state of demon body. Her scales and horns growing from behind her ears are in pain, half of her arms are feathered, and her eyebrows jump abruptly.

"You'd better delve into the art of sealing."

Shi Bingchen's mouth was full of blood. The blood wings behind him took a breath and said, "seal your own Lord. There is no one in the world who is more bitter than us. Even if I really work out how to seal the Lord's feelings, who can do it? "

I can't move. There is only one person who can hear people's body at night. He is still a dead man.

Gongyi Yan shook his arm, and his iron wings turned back to the human form.

"There must be a way to the front of the mountain."

"Come on." Release ice trace mourning to death, "there is a way we can't stop, directly let the boss to send us away."

The two great demons happily maintained the peace of the demon world, studied the emotional seal, and made preparations until master Mingjing came to visit.

In the current situation, people in the demon world are all real warriors who dare to face the bleak life.

Mingjing is not obstructed, or he is not a threat to the demons.

The little monk was dressed in white monk's clothes, with a hat. The edge of the hat was surrounded by a ring of gauze, and the gauze was like fog.

The Zen master stood beside the Jingshan hall, waiting for the release of ice marks to be announced, then stepped into the hall and looked behind the screen.

He saw a burning lamp.

Mingjing came a few steps closer, and saw that mozun was wearing a black robe and sitting on the seat beside the bed. Her eyes stayed on the bed all the time. She didn't look this way.

The devil was in debt, but he didn't have any blood, as if he was afraid of being hated.

Zen master has been walking to the lamp, just attracted the eyes of the night.

The monk stood in front of the lamp and took out the Buddhist sign in duplicate from his sleeve. He gave one to Jiang xianzun and left one for himself.

The last two sentences of Buddha's signature are: "long candle pursues twilight, body dreams two former alliances."

Today, although candlelight has been searching for countless days and nights, they can't find their former alliance.

Mingjing rubbed the sign in her hand and thought for a long time before she put it on the tandeng fireworks and burned it.

The ashes rustled down.

"Did xianzun promise you anything before?"

The night of hearing people is still normal. His purple eyes are gloomy, like a pool of stagnant water, rippling slightly.

After a long time, the Zen Master heard the other side's low voice.

"I asked him if he would not abandon me or leave me." Wen renye pauses. "He agrees."

With these words, master mozun remembered the identity of the person in front of him. However, his brain was not working well, and he didn't think about it for a day or two. Now he thought about it, but it doesn't matter. It doesn't matter.

Mingjing sighed and said, "he promised you that he should come back."

But in fact, Jiang Zheliu couldn't hear it in his left ear at that time. His promise was illusory.

The Zen master gazed at the tandeng with only two ghosts and said in a low voice, "that's a useless oath. I heard that people respected the Lord. What else did the elder say?"

Hearing people's eyes at night, they looked at the tan lamp out of focus, and then slowly looked back on the bed. They saw a section of fingers exposed on the brocade quilt, which was frosty white and slender, with a soft feeling.

He felt in a trance that the willow had lifted the quilt again, but it was an illusion.

The other side didn't move at all.

She ignored him. But he didn't know what he had done wrong, and he didn't know why. In his limited and sober moments, he kept thinking about it repeatedly, and constantly questioned himself.

Later, he felt that he had done everything wrong, that he should not fight, that he should not leave the other side, that he should not wait so long... Zheliu was so angry this time that he couldn't coax him well.

He put his finger back into the quilt. The tip of his finger swept his cold eyelashes and touched his smooth side cheek.

He wanted to kiss each other, but he was afraid that the willow would not be happy.

After a long time, until Mingjing felt that he couldn't wait for another answer, he heard the low and inaudible voice of Wen Ren at night just as he left.

"He said he was with me."

Mingjing turns her head and looks at the ashes of the Buddha's sign in the tan lamp. When she sees that the ashes disappear in the lamp, the causal deduction of Buddhism flows into the flame and lights the wick.

The spirit returning to heaven and earth seems to be awakened by a promise.

Bits and pieces of the ghost from the invisible, into the tandeng.

Zen master was relieved at last. He didn't know whether it was for master Jiang or for all living beings.

Because of the turbulence in the world, the elder of lanruo Temple ordered him not to leave, so he couldn't come in time. This is the time to find this method, I don't know if it's too late.

The bright and clean mole of Bodhi is illuminated by the afterglow of the tan lamp. He no longer stays, nor does he give any hint, and quietly leaves the Jingshan hall. Before leaving, Shi Bingchen and Gong Yiyan were also given a gift package of friendship from the demon world.

For example——

A beautiful pair of skulls.

difficult to refuse such kindness. The little monk came back to the temple with a pair of beautiful skulls. The more he thought about it, the less it was like that.

I've lived two lives. I'm like an evil monk for the first time.

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Liu Liu will wake up in the next chapter.

The little monk is indeed reincarnated, but he seems to be a Buddhist monk who has no love heart. He seems to have more friendship with him. This is not CP, and it will not develop into CP. He is just a kind, beautiful and lovely NPC monk