My Darling Sick Beauty

Jiang Zheliu, who flashed to his waist, slept all day.

When the twilight was all around and the sky was getting dark, he woke up with pain in his head. As soon as he opened his eyes, ah Chu's face was full of tension.

The other side was very worried: "how are you, brother! Are you hurt! It's shameless of the devil to say that you forced him! "

Jiang Zheliu

Feel offended to mature man silence for a moment, trying to clarify each other, but a mouth is hoarse voice changed tone, let a Chu listen to heartache.

OK, the darker it is.

"And he?" Asked Jiang Zheliu.

"It's important. Let's go. He said, "I'll take care of you." A Chu sat beside the bed, looking at the mottled kisses on the immortal elder brother's body, and looking at the tooth marks on the slender white neck of the other party, his heartache slowly changed its tone, and lust got the upper hand.

Lust is human. Ah Chu comforted himself in his heart, slowly approached him, stared at him and said: "although the war is peaceful, there are still many things to be dealt with by the Lord. For example, the agreement signed by the demons when they opened their territory, the new rules that the demons need to abide by when they enter the world... They are still very busy. "

He pasted to Jiang Zheliu and said contentedly, "I still feel the living spirit body... Brother, where are you hurt? Let me have a look?"

Let's see. That's OK.

Jiang Zheliu glanced at him, reached out to the side of the deer's corner, and said faintly, "don't be curious about adults, children."

He lowered his head and rearranged his clothes. He wanted to get out of bed and pour a cup of tea. As a result, he was dragged down by his weak waist and became numb with pain. Jiang Zhe Liu An Fen honestly sat back on the couch, stretched out his hand across the clothes to help his waist, and then saw a Chu's eyes eagerly handed over the tea.

"Brother, you are so old!" Fawn opened a pair of round rolling eyes, the speech straight poke pain point, "don't connive at the demon lord!"

Once upon a time, Jiang Zheliu claimed to be a senior citizen because he was very old and had a great career. He also wanted to retire and leave the land of right and wrong. But now, his love for life may be better than that of the little devil. When he meets this kind of evaluation again, his head is full of blows to his age.

He took the cup and took a silent sip. His drooping eyelashes trembled. Then he raised his eyes and said hesitantly, "I can't keep up with his... Physical strength?"

Isn't it obvious? It's a demon!

Ah Chu didn't think about anything else at all. He said frankly, "I see you can get up today. I feel that Wen Ren's brother still hasn't played a very good role."

That's not playing yet.

Jiang Zheliu was once again frustrated in his life and was just a little bit closer to being autistic. He quickly adjusted his mood, moistened his throat with tea, and thought, "it seems that it's time to put on the agenda to practice again. By the way, tell me something about the demon world... "

After a Chu went to the demon world, he was accepted as an apprentice by Qinglong Zhenjun and pulled hand in hand until now. He lived with Qinglin in the Wanling palace, but Qinglin didn't often live with him because of the busy affairs of the demon world, but often went to guard the four elephant Dan stove.

A new sacred beast, xuanshuang, has appeared in the four Xiang Dan furnace. It is still a child of four or five years old. It takes hundreds of years of cultivation to become the future Xuanwu real king. However, the identity of xuanshuang in the demon world has already belonged to each other's default situation. Most of the time, he will be called Xuanwu real king directly.

Ah Chu talked with him for a long time. When he was about to finish, he suddenly thought of something. He said: "brother, my master also wants to meet you. He said that he wants to talk about the past. I don't know if it's convenient for him?"

Jiang Zheliu glanced at the gate of Jingshan Hall: "with the state of hearing people's night, she still doesn't want to come rashly."

Ah Chu thought deeply and nodded. He rubbed against the spirit body for a long time, and finally reluctantly went back. Before he left, he took Jiang Zheliu's hand and added too many words to remind him: "brother, don't be too tolerant to the devil. Let him force you like this and that. In case of human life, what will he do if he abandons his wife and son..."

Jiang Zheliu had no choice but to listen to him by default until Chang Qian sent the deer away from the demon world.

It was late at night, and he had just woken up. He was still energetic, so he tried to use the most familiar Taoist method to walk through the meridians in his body according to the familiar path.

It's not long since the meridians have been repaired. The flow of spiritual power is very difficult, but at least it can survive. It's not hopeless.

Moreover, according to Jiang Zheliu's comparison, the spiritual power stored this time is even more complete than that in the previous initial practice. I didn't expect that I would die once, and my meridians would be renewed, and I could improve a little talent.

Although there is experience, it is also a long way to go. Moreover, his body needs to recover slowly, and his practice is too fast, which is easy to cause pressure on the body, so even if he is familiar with the road, he has to slow down.

Jiang Zheliu didn't care about it. He was very lucky to be able to retain his spiritual power. He took down the Lingxiao sword from the platform and slid his finger over the edge of the ice scabbard. He felt familiar for a long time.

This is the sword that has followed him for many years. It was also a keepsake of Lingxiao sect. Now, I don't know whether the towering mountain gate engraved with the word Lingxiao still stands on Miaoyun mountain.

He held the scabbard and pulled out half an inch slightly. The pattern of the sword body was faint, reflecting a ray of quiet edge from the moonlight. The brilliance was only shown for a moment, and then it was introverted into the sword body.

Jiang Zheliu raised his finger and injected a trace of spiritual power into the sword body. The Lingxiao sword suddenly gave out a deep and long low sound, as if it had been activated, as if it had not been seen until today.

The joy in the sword came.

Jiang Zheliu gazed for a moment, but before he closed the ice sheath, he felt that he was surrounded by a pair of hands from behind, and a faint chill of pines and cypresses surrounded him.

He knew who it was, so he didn't hide. He was a little surprised when he heard that people pasted it in his ear at night.

"Can you get out of bed?"

"..." Jiang Zheliu closed the scabbard and put the Lingxiao sword back, "very disappointed?"

Thanks to Wen renye's care and caution, although he felt very tired, he only hurt his waist and there. There was no problem in other places. Although he was still made to cry by the other party, there was no fragment.

"It's strange." The little devil's breath was close to his ears, warm and hot, a little itchy, "are you really... Better?"

His illusion overlapped with the fact like a shadow. He has been almost sick paranoia was pried open a little crack, reflected in a ray of light.

He awoke to Jiang's intention to break the willow a little bit... The other party has really become better, and the little willow has proved it to him in a less commonly used way.

"Well." Jiang Zheliu answered, "so don't be so afraid of your hands and feet. I don't just touch it... Wait a minute, you..."

He turned around and in the middle of the speech, the whole person was picked up again. Together with the Lingxiao sword in his hand, he was skillfully picked up and put aside.

The little devil had a sense of propriety when he hugged him. He didn't feel uncomfortable at all, but this kind of behavior didn't match Jiang Zheliu's expectation, so he was surprised.

"Then you can't run around any more." Wen renye is extremely persistent, "I've just raised you a little bit. I've achieved initial results. I can't practice any more."

... seems to be counterproductive.

In Jingshan hall, there are children who cook medicine, and the two Taoist children in the year of Ember, that is, the two thousand year old ginseng dolls, have also been brought into the demon world. So even if there is no medicine stove in the room, Jiang Zheliu's soup and medicine are delivered in time every time. The temperature is appropriate, and accompanied by a few pieces of candy cakes and preserves.

Only last night, Chang Qian was guarding at the door. There was so much noise that no one dared to come in and disturb him. So he was delayed once.

The prescription is newly written in the year of Ember. It's a normal Decoction for maintaining the body. It's very exquisite and the effect should be very good.

When Wen renye came in, he just brought in the medicine cup. He put the young willow tree back on the bed, poured a bowl of medicine, and sat on the side of his lover skillfully and naturally.

Jiang Zheliu stares at his action of Flowing Clouds and water, and looks at the shining Magic Horn with blood lines on his forehead.

"Don't be capricious any more." The little devil taught him, "just a little bit, just come and hook me. What if I do damage you? I can't control myself if you're not here

What he said is true. The last sentence is still true. If you can't control yourself, you will not only blow up the Jingshan hall, or the demon world.

Jiang Zheliu sighed and said, "I want you to stop being so sensitive."

Wen renye habitually blows the spoon and hands it to the other party's lips.

It's this kind of feeding method that seems to have disabled hands. Jiang Zheliu had no choice but to drink it. After drinking the sweet brown sugar water for two days, she was bitterly bitter and frowned.

"When you recover." The little devil is also very handy in feeding sugar cake. He sincerely says, "I'll listen to you for everything."

Who knows what degree of recovery is in Wen Ren's eyes at night, and when it will be. Does he have to wait until he reaches the peak to fight with the little devil to break the illusory barrier in his heart?

This is the last and the longest and most thorough way. But I don't know if I can wait for that day when I hear the influence of killing.

The other side spoke very seriously, not joking at all. Jiang Zheliu had a headache when he heard that. He pressed his eyebrows and said, "everything is up to me. I want to leave the demon world and go to the human world, to practice the real world for a breath, and to practice again, but now you will not allow me to... Tell me these words, do you mean to say it? "

The little demon king's action stagnated and his purple eyes looked at him.

Only then did Jiang Zheliu realize that he had gone too far. He thought of his partner's illusion of 80 years, and now that he was unable to extricate himself, he just felt very uncomfortable.

But he didn't want to quarrel with the other party, and he didn't want to make Wen renye sad, so he eased down his tone and explained in a soothing way: "it's OK, don't take it to heart. The demon world is very good. "

It's not up to the standard. But Jiang Zheliu was not in a good mood, and he thought it was not good for the time being. If it was more useful, he just took the medicine with his hand.

He lit a candlestick to read a book, and on one side was the Lingxiao sword, which had just renewed its sound today. Wen renye sat beside him and did not speak.

The room fell silent for a long time.

Jiang Zheliu couldn't read the book, but he forced himself to calm down and concentrate, looking for a way to stabilize Tao's mind in his slightly vague memory. Wen renye didn't know what he was thinking, so he put his hand on the bedside and didn't want to sleep with him.

There was a bit of a stalemate in the atmosphere.

Since Jiang Zheliu woke up, the situation has become very strange. Wen renye wants to cure him, and his mind is full of the problems of the little devil's mind and illusion. There are always some contradictions between them that need mediation.

One is poor health, the other is poor brain, even the disease did not have to communicate.

In short, the current situation is that they both want to treat each other. The conflict between them either comes from the collision between the little devil's illusion and reality, or from Jiang Zheliu's inevitable worry when he thinks about countermeasures.

Until the book in his hand didn't turn the page for a long time.

Hearing the smell of the night, he came close to the autistic willow tree, gazed at the book for a while, and asked in a low voice: "mingxinshu?"

This time, it's not a popular story book with a serious cover, but a real book about the real world.

"... well." Jiang Zheliu said, "it's a common method used by human friars to stabilize the mind of Tao."

"... is what you just said true?"

Jiang Zheliu raised her eyes and looked at the other side, but did not answer directly.

The little devil lowered his head and rubbed his forehead with the hard, bloody and hot horns. His hand smoothed the snow hair and smoothed the cold hair between his fingers.

"You want to leave the demon world?"

Jiang Zheliu looked at him and said, "I haven't even stepped out of Jingshan hall."

"The devil's world is windy." Smell a person night subconscious tunnel, "a lot of dust, blow painful how do you do?"

Jiang Zheliu listened in silence and estimated that he was worse than paper in his heart.

But Wen renye soon realized that the other party didn't want to listen to his words and said, "you are better now. I can go out with you to have a look."

"Circle me?" Jiang Zheliu put down his book and prepared to argue with his young lover, "my body is much better. In the year of Ember and he Tan have cured my broken meridians and weak spirit. I can practice again. Can you listen to what I'm saying? "

The little devil stared at him quietly for a long time and then said, "so, are you going to leave me?"

Jiang Zheliu

Although he knew that the little devil was seriously ill, he felt that the other party was just too immersed in hallucinations. He didn't expect that the degree was so serious that he couldn't communicate.

Jiang Zheliu couldn't guess the logic of his saying this, and continued to explain: "I don't want to leave you, but I want to re practice. I want to see the world that you have changed, and I don't want to be surrounded by you in palaces and temples. I don't want you to torture yourself by imposing everything you think you have on reality. "

Not only tormented himself, but also tormented Jiang Zheliu's nerves. If he is taken care of so nervously by the other party, his brain will go wrong.

Jiang Zheliu spoke in a calm tone, and his voice didn't have any special emotion. He just told him these words. But hearing that his weak nerves were still hurt, he felt particularly hurt.

"Do you think I'm holding you prisoner?" He asked.

Jiang Zheliu had nothing to say. He looked at the other side with his eyes drooping slightly, and his expression became dim. Inexplicably, a strange sense of guilt emerged from his heart.

No, it's him who is trapped. Why does he feel distressed.

Wen renye didn't hear the answer. He made a big concession and said in a reluctant tone: "I'll accompany you wherever you want to go. But you have to take care of yourself. "

Without waiting for Jiang Zheliu to speak, he came closer, his voice lower and more sad.

"I kiss you. Don't talk about me."

Jiang Zheliu didn't know what to say. He was gently touched on his lips by the other side, and then he tenderly kisses each other, which disturbs the thoughts in his mind.

... what about this?

Jiang Zheliu was pushed down on the bed by him, and his fingers were closed by the warm palms of the little devil king. He rubbed them from the inside of the knuckles, knocked ten fingers alternately, and pressed them on the pillow.

The manner is very gentle, but the strength is the kind of strength that can't break away. It's like begging him not to say it. It's obviously using the means of kissing, and he's not allowed to say it.

Jiang Zheliu had no choice but to kiss him for several times. Finally, he withdrew from the overlapping breath, and timely avoided the act of wiping the gun and escaping fire. He said in a slightly hoarse voice: "don't make a fuss... Backache."

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What else can we do? We can only spoil it.

It's too sticky. I strongly condemn the author for using this daily hydrology. We don't want to see little lovers falling in love at all（ (dog head)