My Darling Sick Beauty

Jiang Zheliu slept for a long time.

He had a dream that was not very clear.

Dream of the past, dream of the beginning of that year. He is diligent in practicing with a sword. He is the only person to inherit the mantle in the eyes of the teacher. I dream that he grew up all the way, took Lingxiao sword from his mentor, took the position of leader, and ascended to the high stage.

It's all memories.

It's the memory of when he was still healthy and undamaged.

The recollection continued, and soon after half a lifetime, he sailed to the starting point where he wanted to repay everything——

Repair the interface membrane.

After weighing and considering, he finally chose this road. He thought that his gratitude would be paid off and there would be no regrets. He could live in peace and die in silence.

But when he was at the end of his life, he didn't seize the chance to die in silence, so he was carefully carried into the nest by a big demon with thorns all over his body. He planted his broken roots into the soil, patiently maintained and carefully accompanied, forced him to take root and sprout, and forced him to come back to life.

Come back from the dead

The dream returned to darkness, and his broken mind seemed to be suddenly connected.

Jiang Zheliu opened his eyes.

Tandeng is still shining, this angle can not see the window, also can not distinguish the moment. There are only fireworks in the lights, and the ghosts and stars that surround them have long disappeared.

He had a bad headache, but he endured it. His eyes moved a little, and he looked at the people beside the bed.

The little devil was lying beside the couch with him, and seemed to be asleep.

He suddenly felt that the other side had changed a little.

That pair of hard magic horns are more and more bright, and the magic lines on the top are like blood, dazzling. When approaching, he still carries a little magic. Jiang Zheliu moved his finger and found it difficult to do this.

He's a little confused about what's going on. I don't know if the other party has dug himself out from under the ground, or found some secret method of resurrection. His memory is also a bit chronological, and the picture in his mind is a bit unsustainable.

The little devil closed his eyes, which was the expression Jiang Zheliu had never seen before. He was a little pitiful inexplicably.

He raised his finger and touched each other's corner with some difficulty. Hearing the touch, he woke up and raised his head.

Two people four eyes opposite, for a moment silent.

The purple eyes stared at him as if doubting that he was dreaming, but he soon realized that it was not a dream, but a reality.

The little devil was just staring at him for a long time and didn't speak. When he wanted to speak, his throat seemed to be blocked. He couldn't even pronounce a rough syllable. He could only lean out his hand and slowly touch each other's cheek.

Jiang Zheliu let him touch him and felt that his reaction was not particularly right. But his body didn't seem to wake up completely, and he couldn't speak either. Then in the blink of an eye, he was hugged.

Enthusiastic, expectant, and even painfully out of control.

I seldom hold him when I hear people's night. But at this time, he really felt that his bones were going to fall apart because of the pain, but compared with these, the other party's emotion attracted his attention more.

Jiang Zheliu didn't feel happy from his embrace. Instead, he felt that the other party was in a kind of endless suffering. This kind of long-standing pain accumulated for too long, and finally pierced a hole at the moment.

His active hand slowly comforted each other's back, but he could not stop the action of hugging him at night, until he felt the wet tears wet his skirt and hot to touch his skin.

The little devil will cry.

Jiang Zheliu's sense of guilt is spreading one after another. He wants to speak but can't make a sound, so he can only pacify each other in vain. Then, his wrist was held and wrapped in the palm of his hand. His long knuckles curled up and touched his sleeve.

Without waiting for his reaction, the hand touching his cheek stopped at the edge of his chin, and the other person's lips came close to him without any emotion. The taste of lust seemed just to want to be close to him, close to him, and make sure he was awake.

Maybe for the rest of his life, there will be no recognition of the word "farewell".

Jiang Zheliu couldn't hide, and there was no need to hide. He let the other party touch him and kiss him. The little devil just kisses his lips and doesn't go on any more. He buries his head on his lover's shoulder and says in a low voice: "aren't you angry?"

Be angry with?

Jiang Zheliu didn't expect that he would ask. He didn't have the cause and effect of this sentence, and didn't understand where it came from. Can only look at each other, looking at the pair of dark purple eyes.

"You didn't want me before, did you?"

This sentence asked too wrongly, even if Jiang Zheliu did not say this kind of words, there are some subtle doubts about himself. His throat slowly recovered, gradually awakened by the re coagulated spirit, and gradually became vocal.

"... what Cough. "

This sentence didn't ask out, on the contrary, a sweet jade bead coughed out from the throat.

"It doesn't matter." The little devil didn't mean to answer, but he wiped the corners of his lips, bowed his head and kissed his eyebrows, "just pay attention to me."

Jiang Zheliu

Before he came back from the dead, what happened in wenrenye. How can I be a little silly? Now I'm looking at... More and more

Jiang Zheliu didn't ask, so he was hugged by the other side. His hand was held by the little devil, and each knuckle was kneaded moderately, and the joint slowly recovered.

Jiang Zheliu stretched his arm, dispelled the rest of the stiffness, took his arm back and asked, "did I... Sleep for a long time?"

His keen nerves enabled him to avoid the word "death" and successfully wade through the minefield.

Hearing people's night looking at his eyes, it seems that I haven't seen him for a long time

"I don't know what I've done wrong to make you ignore me." The demon lord, who suppressed all the world, looked at him and said everything truthfully and sincerely, "don't be angry. I'll listen to you for everything. Don't leave me... I have only you."

Although Jiang Zheliu couldn't understand the situation, he could only follow his intuition and say, "no, you can't worry."

Wen renye still stares at him, and doesn't want to look away. Until Jiang Zheliu's throat itches and coughs, he takes the medicine bowl from the table and sits on the side to feed him.

Jiang Zheliu feels that his health is not very bad. He wants to reach out and take the medicine bowl, but Wen renye seriously refuses. He frowns, as if the other party's action hurts his heart.

"Let me feed you." The little devil's voice sank, "don't try to be brave."

To be... Strong?

He doesn't seem to be ill.

He's like a cripple.

Even if Jiang Zheliu had a delicate and clear mind, he was doubted by the other party's reaction in a short moment. He moved his hand blankly, took back his sleeve under the gaze of the night, then watched the other side blow the medicine bowl, tested the temperature with his lips, and then handed it to his mouth.

Jiang Zheliu had a drink full of psychological construction with the feeling that even if he suffered, he could not let the little devil worry.

... this.

Is this brown sugar water?

He licked his lips, and felt that everything in front of him was strange, including the palace which was very similar to the pine house but not the palace, the abnormal reaction of hearing people's night, and the bowl of sugar water in front of him.

He slowly speculated that it was better not to ask, so he was fed a whole bowl of sugar water.

It is sweet and salty.

He couldn't bear such a sweet taste. He just wanted to reach for the tea cup on the table, but he was pressed back at night.

The wrist was caught, tucked into the quilt and smoothed the edges.

The other party then took the tea with acceptable temperature and patiently fed him one mouthful at a time. His hand didn't even touch the cup, so he put it in the brocade quilt honestly.

It's all too... Extreme. It is as if what a broken bubble is, it is a wisp of smoke that can be blown away by the wind.

In addition to the accident, Jiang Zheliu felt that his heart was dull and full of pain. He took a deep breath, turned his head and asked, "can't I get out of here?"

"You're not well yet." Wen renye said seriously, "when you are well, get out of bed again, OK?"

Although he is an interrogative sentence, there is no discussion tone. Jiang Zheliu sighed silently. What else could he do? He could only spoil him.

His body hasn't been fully awakened, and he's not very flexible. It's nothing to ask him to take medicine for a while.

"Achu has gone to the demon world. I'll send a message to him to come back to see you later." The night way of hearing people“ Chang Qian will come back at night. "

"And now?" Jiang Zheliu wanted to ask what happened in the end. He was not at a loss. Then he saw Wen renye smoothing his hair for him. His eyes were focused on him and said calmly, "go on sleeping."

Jiang Zheliu

"I've said a lot today." "Smell person night way," need not force, still rest again

Jiang Zheliu was silent for a moment and said: "not reluctantly..."

"I know you're not angry." The little devil came to kiss him. He was very careful. He seemed a little happy after the kiss. "But the body is important. I watch you sleep."

... this.

His spirit is condensed from the tandeng room, most of which are repaired and nourished by the aura of heaven and earth. The current state is arguably better than before.

But Wen renye was too serious. Jiang Zheliu couldn't figure out the situation and didn't dare to refute directly. After thinking for a few moments, he quietly retracted into the quilt and returned to the perspective where he could only see the patterns on the top of the bed.

Even Jiang Zheliu has to consider such a problem at the moment.

In the year of Ember, can he cure his brain?

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In the year of Ember, even if it can cure the brain, it has never treated such cases.

However, he and he Tan rarely enter and leave the inner hall of Jingshan hall. They can't avoid the place they often occupy at night. Therefore, they are not the first people to wake up to Jiang Zheliu.

Chang Qian was the first to know about it.

When Jiang Zheliu saw him, the other party had changed greatly. The youth's body has long been elongated, which is between the youth and the youth. He is thin and has a straight back, but his arms are covered with thin muscles. He can learn the power of half demon and half demon from the touch.

I look like I've grown up a lot. I'm about seventeen or eighteen years old. Black hair snake pupil, hair hanging into a high horsetail, a demon robe and light armour, and that child looks very different.

When Jiang Zheliu faced Chang Qian's vertical snake eyes, his first reaction was to ask, "how long did I sleep?"

Chang Qian took a chair and sat on the edge of the bed. He counted the days and said, "nearly 80 years."

In the first ten years, my little uncle was still trapped in illusion. In the following thirty years, he became more and more manic, unstable and murderous. After 40 years of sweeping all walks of life and intermittently suppressing the rebel party, the signs of being possessed by the devil really sprouted. Being killed occasionally and cultivating the mind is the biggest hidden danger in the whole world.

The dust of the war has settled, but the situation is getting more and more serious.

Chang Qian looks very green, but he has a strong spirit of demons. He seems to have a baby. At his age, he became a yuan baby. His accomplishments and talents are very good.

Eighty years

Jiang Zheliu closed his eyes and breathed a deep breath. He didn't know what to say. The development and spread of his heart is like a crack in his heart.

Chang Qian sat by the bed and told him a lot of things over the years. He mentioned that Wang Wenyuan was locked up in the water prison under the Jingshan hall. Although he was not dead, his mental state was also very strange. He mentioned that the little mute had untied the curse of the lock... The two brothers just met, and no one knew what they had exchanged.

Chang Qian also mentions a Chu. The deer is cultivated by Qinglong Zhenjun. It has a growing reputation in the demon world and is Qinglong Zhenjun's assistant.

He talked a lot, and didn't stop until the last twilight fell on the west mountain. He turned to the river and said hesitantly: "brother."

"Well?"

"My grandfather died." He said, "my little uncle sealed up the killing seed with his magic body. Influenced by it, his mind sometimes... Doesn't look like him."

Jiang Zheliu didn't feel anything special about the night, but when he heard the news, he curled up his fingers anxiously.

After he woke up, the news he heard was very painful.

"In fact, the demon world is already making preparations." Chang Qian lowered his head and said, "when necessary, maybe..."

He didn't say anything, but Jiang Zheliu had expected it. Wen renye, a hidden danger that no one can fight but is mentally abnormal, even the demons should make full preparations.

You can't make it. You should be preparing for the seal.

"But you wake up." Chang Qian was relieved. "As long as my brother is here, everything can let people down."

Just when Jiang Zheliu wanted to answer him, the familiar footsteps entered the hall. Chang Qian immediately got up, made a farewell ceremony to Jiang Zheliu, and quietly withdrew from Jingshan hall.

The chill of pines and cypresses mixed with enchantment spread.

At night, he took off his cloak, took off his robe, and glanced at Chang Qian, who left. He didn't say anything. Instead, he took the medicine cup from the servant in the palace and dried a bowl of medicine again.

Jiang Zheliu glanced at the water surface of the medicine bowl. Unexpectedly, another bowl of brown sugar water was cooked at the right time.

He can't say it directly. He can only watch the sugar water pass to his lips, and his eyes are the purple eyes of the little devil.

Life is so hard.

It was only one day since he died and came back to life, and he had to go through this other kind of suffering. Jiang Zheliu sighed and took a gentle drink with his spoon. Then he raised his hand and grasped his partner's collar.

His body is better than before, and the meridians in his body are connected. At this time, holding the collar of Wenren night, the strength is not great, but it is enough.

Little devil where dare to retreat, can only longitudinal he drag himself in the past, until suddenly meet each other's cool lips.

It's cold and soft.

It was an aggressive kiss.

He tasted the sweetness of his mouth at night.

He has deep purple eyes, and seems to be possessed. It seems that some of his senses can't keep up with his emotions. He can't worry about anything else. He just covers the past, hugs Jiang Zheliu tightly, and then resists the cold deep kiss on his lips. He explores and plunders in his mouth, magnifying the subtle offensive meaning into the male's fight for the initiative.

He sucked each other's soft tongue, made his thin and colorless lips red and swollen, and drew out a hidden aroma.

The spirit body also wakes up.

Jiang Zheliu just tugged at his collar and gave each other a kiss, but the little devil couldn't stop. His action is more and more out of line, more and more excessive, seems to have been out of the bounds of reason, towards some strange out of control direction. His heart was beating wildly all the time, but it was not the kind of heart beating that he had ever felt, but a deeper and more hopeless feeling, like a dying man falling into the mud.

Until he bit the tip of Jiang Zheliu's tongue.

The little devil's teeth are too sharp.

The smell and sweetness spread. Jiang Zheliu turned to his face and regretted his provocation. He breathed out slowly. His voice came out from his throat, soft and dumb.

"... it hurts."

He opened his lip slightly, spit out a little tip of his tongue, and showed the other side the wound.

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Liu Liu: do you know what you are feeding me now Don't bite me... Hiss