My Darling Sick Beauty

Jiang Zheliu felt that he had made a mistake.

He is not only a blunder, he did not expect serious mistakes in his life happened to each other.

He knew the wariness of the little devil like the palm of his hand, so that he would have a big fight with a stronger attitude, hoping to make the little devil's head clear. But I didn't expect that the other side's state was so chaotic. As soon as he was familiar with the rhythm and intensity, he was counterattacked by the demons' racial talent.

It's terrible. It's so intense and durable. He doesn't want to experience it again in his life.

However, although Wen renye was not good at work, he at least had the idea of being intelligent and eager to learn. He forced him to ask whether it hurt or not. However, Xiao Liushu didn't want to say a word. He didn't even have the strength to cry. He held him in his arms.

One mistake is eternal hatred.

Heroism is nothing.

At the beginning, Jiang Zheliu really proved himself to Wen renye, which surprised the demon who was bewitched by beauty. But after the accident, he really couldn't do it. He failed in the final battle and collapsed in the middle.

The little devil is cheating.

Terran body structure, even in this aspect is very gifted spirit body, is also unable to compare with the demon. Half of his eyes in the night were full of magic flame. He couldn't take it back. It was burning warmly and strongly, and fluctuated with his mood.

It is precisely because of the fluctuation of emotion that part of his reason recedes. The expanded bone wings envelop the river broken willow, like a kind of lack of security. The sharp teeth of the demons crossed his neck and licked a piece of skin red. The wounds and kisses were mottled and crisscrossed, and the war situation was miserable.

In the card inside, Jiang Zheliu almost feel that each other has been instinctively involved in more than half.

His licking and biting was full of the mania and ferocity of the hunter, together with the hands that pulled his lover back, and didn't give him a chance to turn over the game. Jiang Zheliu tried his best to call him by his name, and his voice was hoarse, but he could only look at the flying eyes of the demon flame.

It's like a beast with a treasure licking the spoils.

It's hard to describe the feeling of being dominated. Jiang Zheliu is seldom particularly fierce, but he was really very serious last night. He held the hot Magic Horn in his hand and pulled off several hairs, but the other party didn't realize it.

I don't seem to feel pain at night.

Only when Jiang Zheliu called him in a soft voice, could he see a trace of confused emotion in the eyes of the little demon king, and then he was forced down to fight for a new round.

It's killing me.

I'm so spoiled. What else can I do? Get used to it.

Jiang Zheliu accepted his life and hugged his neck. He didn't feel any pain any more. He just felt that he couldn't lift his strength. They had been through several attacks and exchanges before. The little devil's physical strength was really terrible.

He didn't even know when Wenren night came back to his senses.

The lights in the hall are burning high, and it's raining outside. For the demon world, rainy day is a rare weather.

Jiang Zheliu had been sleeping for a long time, but his head was still aching. When he opened his eyes slightly, the first information he got was just the sound of the rain.

Candlelight brightens the view.

He saw Wen renye staring at him with a worried face.

The little devil looks normal. His eyes were still dark purple, slightly heavy, and looked a little remorseful.

The candle was a little flickering, and Jiang Zheliu's vision was not very clear. He still had a headache and didn't want to speak, so he leaned over to the other side and buried it in his arms.

Jiang Zheliu didn't speak, and he didn't dare to make a sound at night.

Even if he loses control, he can remember what he did when he lost control. At this time the heart is very empty, always feel the hand after the devil to dump himself.

It's really not so human.

Even though he wasn't originally.

Hearing that night, I watched the willow close to my arms.

He didn't know whether it was the calm before the storm or whether the other party was so calm. He has thought about kneeling again. It's not too painful. The custom of the demon world is to be beaten, but where does the other party have the strength to vent in this way.

It was he who sat on himself first. Wen renye thought slightly wrongly.

Jiang Zheliu was still very tired at this time. After crying for a long time, his eyes were still red. Silent and soft to lean into his arms, it is difficult to let people not itch.

After listening to people staring at him for a while, I didn't know which deer had been killed in my heart. After a while, I lowered my head and whispered: "sorry."

Jiang Zheliu ignored him.

He's not very comfortable and doesn't want to move. Although I can feel that the little devil has cleaned up, the strange touch still exists, which makes people a little reluctant to adapt.

Hearing the echo at night, he was even more flustered: "I didn't mean to become... Stuck in it."

Jiang Zheliu's throat was uncomfortable, and he buried it deeper in his arms, putting on a posture of escape.

Wen renye, who could stand the other party's indifference to himself, was so miserable that he slowly hugged the willow tree and tried to say, "I'll give you medicine?"

This sentence is too lethal. Jiang Zheliu couldn't help looking up and glancing at him.

"No."

Although the voice is still dumb, it is still very pleasant, and even has a kind of sexy and unique melody. But the refusal was straightforward.

He saw through the night.

The ability of self-control is sometimes strong and sometimes weak. When it comes to a critical moment, it doesn't make sense. When it gets out of control, it turns into a big unconscious beast, relying on instinct.

It's hard to fall in love with a young man.

Jiang Zheliu thinks so, and rubs against each other's arms again. He doesn't realize the subtle rubs.

The little devil was so coquettish that his head was smoking. He didn't know if there was a single digit left in his IQ, so he was inspired and said, "let's go on!"

He thought it was a hint from a lover!

Jiang Zheliu

For a moment, he really wanted to kick wenrenye out of bed, but he was afraid of pulling him to his waist and some place, so he could only rationally restrain himself.

Wen renye didn't realize the question mark in the other party's brain, but the practical school held him again, and lifted the edge of the brocade quilt with his fingers. As soon as he made a little progress, he was photographed by Jiang Zheliu.

"... go away." He couldn't bear it. "Shut up."

It's an alternative achievement to make Jiang xianzun so irritable.

The little devil was scolded, quietly took back his hand, nest beside watching him, fell into the second round will not be dumped in the fantasy.

After all, he felt guilty.

Until Jiang Zheliu woke up for the second time, his headache was a little better. The result is a pair of dark purple pupil, wrongly staring at himself.

I don't know what the devil is wronging.

"I'll give you the medicine." I insist on it.

He raised his hand and stroked the snow colored hair of the broken willows on the river. He pointed his fingers all the way to the end of his hair. He felt very wonderful, which made him feel abnormal last night.

Smell the person night to gather in the past, the sharp tooth rubs his lip, licked the red swollen and bleeding lip petal, low voice way: "don't take medicine will always ache."

"Yes." Jiang Zheliu averted and said coldly, "I have a pain in my stomach all the time."

“……”

Wen renye tried to argue: "I didn't get there!"

Jiang Zheliu glanced at him and said angrily, "where else do you want to go?"

The little devil was silent. For the second time, he was as quiet as a chicken, lying on the side playing with each other's fingers.

The hand was as perfect as jade. Now the jade like knuckles are covered with kisses, and the wrists are bruised. At the end, he feels vaguely that even the spirit is afraid.

Hearing that night, he straightened his opponent's hand, rubbed his fingertips again, recited and said, "it's you who want to make a decision."

"... I want to compete with you of the same body structure." Jiang Zheliu's voice was still sore when he said this, but it sounded like a hook, lazy and soft.

"It was an accident, after all." The little devil argued, "I promise it won't happen again!"

Well, with the other person's current mental state, this guarantee is no different from the cat swearing not to eat fish again.

There's no credibility at all.

Jiang Zheliu looked at him calmly and mended the sword: "do you remember next time?"

The night of hearing people

"I'm not allowed out of the door. It's positive." Jiang Zheliu turned away from being a guest and totally ignored the fact that he took the initiative in both cases. "Do I have a great sense of achievement when I cry?"

The little devil was speechless and stunned. He could only slowly rub his opponent's hand. For a long time, he said: "yes."

Jiang Zheliu: "what's wrong with..."

Wen renye sincerely said: "a sense of achievement."

The atmosphere stagnated for a moment.

Jiang Zheliu looked at him without expression, bit by bit, and could not refuse to pull his fingers out of his palm.

I can't make it.

The little devil lost his fingers that he could pinch. He was so sad. He couldn't do anything to the little willow tree, but kept grinding it against his ear: "how about applying the medicine? Take the medicine first? You can't recover without medicine... "

"You didn't suddenly become a prototype in me yesterday." Jiang Zheliu is still cold, "I don't need to take medicine."

"... but the heavenly body is very excited."

Wenrenye is too honest at some times.

Jiang Zheliu squinted and looked at him dangerously. He gently questioned, "excited?"

"Yes, it's very smooth?" Wen renye realized that it was wrong and slammed the brakes to shut up.

But it's too late.

He watched Jiang Zheliu turn around and didn't even want to see him.

The ferocious and terrible Lord can only be quiet for the third time. He can't even squeeze his hand. He can only play with his lover's hair secretly in the back and wait for him to take care of himself next time.

Jiang Zheliu's determination is very good. At this time, it really makes this person choke and speechless. No matter how he heard people talk to him at night, he didn't respond, which opened the prelude of the unilateral cold war.

Wen renye was at a loss. In the end, he had to bow and press the man back to give him medicine.

What else can we do?

Jiang Zheliu struggled fruitlessly and was pressed on his waist by his broad palm. He was so weak that he didn't know which night he was shamelessly chewed by this man. His teeth were stained with blood. When he pressed it, it hurt, and his whole body became soft.

It's like the back of a cat's neck, the gate of life.

He stares at the little demon king and pays attention to the medicine. At the same time, he visits the scars and masterpieces on his body. For a moment, he doesn't know what to say, so he can only let the other party apply the ointment he sent in.

... brought in, yes, ointment?

Jiang Zheliu's mind was buzzing, and he thought that it was over. After three days of tossing, the whole demon world didn't have to say that he was pestering the Demon Lord. According to the human world, this is called enchanting the emperor, bringing disaster to the country and the people, and playing with things and despairing.

A lifetime of wisdom is destroyed.

How to meet those old opponents who have played many times in the future.

He became more and more sulky, shrunk his hand, and his exclusive willfulness quietly appeared, freeing his fingers from the other party's control.

Wen renye found this little action, grasped each other's wrist, and keenly felt the change of little willow's mood. He lowered his head, touched the tip of his nose and asked, "are you so unhappy? I don't mean to laugh at the spirit body. "

Jiang Zheliu is in a low mood and doesn't want to talk to him.

But the other side didn't get a response, and it was still working. I had to stick to his forehead and talk to him up close.

"It's not a bad thing... Will you forgive me?"

It's such a big devil. If you don't learn anything else, you'll learn to grind people.

Jiang Zheliu emptied himself and was rubbed by him for a long time. Then he raised his hand to hook each other's neck, stared at him and asked, "am I very good?"

"... OK." You can't say that your partner can't do it.

"Don't you worry?"

"... here." The little devil hesitated and nodded slowly.

"Should you give me some freedom and trust me?"

The other party hesitated for a long time, then rubbed him, did not speak.

"Shouldn't it?"

Jiang Zheliu looked at him and asked.

Under his eyes, Wen renye retreated again and again, reluctantly released each other, reclined and buried his head in the pillow, leaving only the bloody hot Magic Horn shining.

Jiang Zheliu said slowly, "if you can't accept my proof, I won't forgive you."

Magic Horn extinguished a circle of blood lines shimmer, the other side's air pressure was terrible.

Jiang Zheliu turned around and ignored him.

Two people make the awkward level to ascend the elementary school first grade step, is really gratifying.

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It has been two and a half days since Jiang Zheliu got out of bed.

He finally won't feel the tearing pain again. Because the cultivation has only recovered a little, the recovery ability of Tao is not very strong, but fortunately, the spirit is abundant, and the overall situation is not bad.

Two people have been fighting for two and a half days.

Jiang Zheliu sat on his little chair and recited the spirit art in his heart. When he heard the footsteps, he raised his eyes and saw the year of Ember sticking out from behind the screen.

The medical Saint sneaked into the inner hall, took out a pile of ointment in front of him, and asked him, "did you two fight?"

Isn't that obvious? I haven't spoken for two days.

Jiang Zheliu yawned, propped his cheek and said, "well."

"No wonder." Ember years to crack melon seeds, "you don't know the ice mark, they are your way partner training more tragic."

Jiang Zheliu raises her eyebrows and takes a respectful attitude.

"Because of you two, the old magic generals in the demon world... Those who have dealt with you are very dissatisfied. I feel that the night of hearing people abuse you. "

Jiang Zheliu

"So they once again bravely forward to challenge the devil, wheel fight." The year of Ember drank a cup of tea, "all injured, very miserable, was crushed."

As expected, this is a half step golden immortal with Taoist blessing, not to mention that he was already strong at hearing people's night.

"Then he trained the magic generals." Ember year way, "the method is very cruel, as if by your domestic violence."

Jiang Zheliu chuckled perfunctorily and said, "my family raped him?"

"Cold violence." The year of Ember is added.

... that's a little bit.

But I'm really fighting for my freedom.

Just as Jiang Zheliu sighed silently, he saw a letter coming out of his arms. The style of the letter was exquisite. The paper looked so expensive that there was no seal.

Jiang Zheliu took the envelope, took out the letter paper from it, and saw a series of words which were crooked but very hard:

"I was wrong. I give up. Listen to you. "

No matter how hard you try, you can't stop the lack of culture. At first glance, you don't use handwritten Terran characters.

But the seal script of the demon clan should be very beautiful. Look at the seven twists and turns of the script.

Under this line of words, there is a small one to supplement, which weakens the momentum all of a sudden

"Take care of me."

Jiang Zheliu stared at the word for a long time and recognized it for a long time. He was confused and said, "I... what is he?"

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YEYEZI, it's a loss of no culture.