My Darling Sick Beauty

I know that he doesn't want to show weakness.

This is Jiang Zheliu's habit, which will not be changed because of who the other party is. But at the moment, he does not hide his emotions, but rarely indulges himself.

He was hugged by Wen renye. He looked down and took a breath of the heavenly spirit. Then he inadvertently raised his eyes and saw a book on the other side's neat bookshelf, which was level with his vision. On it, there was a string of bright and bright words:

The size ranking of famous utensils

"Night of hearing people"...! "

So exciting?

Can Xiao Liushu even read such books? He is really the most erudite person in the world of cultivating truth.

He didn't realize that his point was wrong, and he thought of the other party saying that he was poor in technology. A cloud suddenly appeared in his mind. He felt that the other party had read a lot and would despise himself. Although he was normal, he felt that his dignity had been provoked and faintly frittered.

Jiang Zheliu noticed the other party's abnormal mood and whispered in his ear: "what's the matter?"

Hearing that night, he couldn't say it, but he was not reconciled. Full of frustration, he pulled the book off the shelf and gazed at the title. He thought about it and asked carefully, "the famous instrument?"

Jiang Zheliu seemed to guess what the other party was looking at, but he didn't connect the emotional changes of the little devil with the book, and said, "are you interested?"

Hearing the night God's feeling, he stared at the cover for a while. He didn't know whether to say yes or no. He stretched out his hand around the other side's waist, palms across the clothes hoop tight, outline the other side's body.

The little demon king was a little unconvinced. He bit the tip of his ear and said vaguely, "have you studied this kind of thing for a long time? Do you dislike me because of this? "

His breath is warm, biting from the tip of the ear of the river broken willow, a little numb.

"... what's the matter?" Jiang Zheliu didn't quite understand.

The little devil's hair explodes more and more severely. He rubs each other with his hard horn. He does not know when the long bone tail is released. He swings over, gets into his clothes and goes around his legs.

The bony tail is hard and fishbone shaped, and the spines on the edge are converged, and a piece of them is cold and close to the thigh.

Jiang Zheliu was stunned for a moment. He didn't notice his tail before: "take it out, it's flustered."

His body was lovingly raised by the little demon king, and even the slightly rough cloth stung him. Besides, the hard bone tail and blunt bone joints scraped on his legs, and easily made his skin red.

The little devil didn't speak. He pressed his shoulder to kiss him. He held the book in one hand, wrinkling the cover.

Jiang Zheliu asked him to kiss him, but he was rubbed by his tail. There was something wrong with it. He reached out and grabbed the little devil's collar, raised his eyes and asked, "what's the trouble? What kind of temper... "

"Have you ever tried someone else's size?"

Jiang Zheliu

Sometimes he really wanted to pry the devil's skull open to see if there was a large area of sea water in it. His brain seemed to grow for fish.

Little devil's tone is also particularly aggrieved, pitiful: "do you dislike me because you think other people's size is more suitable for you?"

"No Jiang Zheliu calmly denied, "it's you who are so simple that you don't care..."

His words slightly, the line of sight swept down one eye, flat light way: "it's not about accessories."

Wen Ren stayed in the night for a while and felt that he had been severely attacked. How could he let it go? He wanted to prove himself to Xiao Liushu on the spot.

"And." Jiang Zheliu continued, "don't you think it's bullying to let the Terran bear this kind of thing?"

The night of hearing people

He said it well and reasonably. He seemed to be self willed when he was angry.

"I can get along with you." The other side did not select words, using the simplest words, "belongs to me, good physical quality, has the potential of a heroic father."

His speech was as cool as ever, with a little cold humor.

The little devil was beaten so hard that he couldn't lift his head. He lay down between his neck and cried for two tears.

But he stuck to Jiang Zheliu's clavicle, unscrewed the tight button on his collar, took a big breath of each other, and said sadly, "are you cheating me on what you said in the carriage?"

In the carriage?

Jiang Zheliu recalled it subconsciously. As soon as his face turned black, he grinded his teeth and said coldly, "what did you do, you don't count in your heart?"

When it comes to the issue of principle in bed, they begin to have many contradictions and fall apart.

Wen renye was a little guilty. He really coaxed and forced the other party to say those words.

At that time, Jiang Zheliu was dizzy and easy to coax. As long as he was upset, he would shed tears - like a physiological reaction. The picture was a crime.

Wen renye committed this kind of crime which can not be described in detail.

He rubbed each other's shoulders in a stuffy voice. The blood lines on his horns were hot. He was not in a flat mood. He was unwilling to say, "will you still be with me all the time?"

The little devil obviously doesn't have the habit of selecting words.

Jiang Zheliu

"What do you mean by not talking?" The night that hears a person is not happy, "this baffles you? After all, you still don't like my size. Do you have another ideal type? "

Jiang Zheliu had already guessed what was coming out of his mind. He patted each other's arm and said, "bring me the book."

Wen renye handed it to him obediently.

Jiang Zheliu took the book, turned a page in front of him, turned it to him, and said with no expression: "the famous sword in the world, Lingxiao sword, has also been included in the list, so he sent a sample book to the place where it was printed."

Wen renye: "Oh."

After thinking about it, he said, "a famous sword is a famous sword. Why should we write famous utensils?"

"Other magic weapons are also included."

The little demon king said: "what's the size of the weapon?"

Jiang Zheliu: "so, what do you think is good?"

I don't speak at night.

He felt guilty, but somehow wronged. He always felt that it was not his own fault. But even if he found that the book was just a misunderstanding, he had been hit by Jiang Zheliu's dislike and held him.

The bone tail of the demon clan dries into the inner side of the thigh.

Jiang Zheliu was not comfortable with the grinding. He reached out to hold each other's Magic Horn and knocked it lightly: "tail, take it out."

The little devil is not obedient. Recently, the frequency of his disobedience is getting higher and higher. He has a good idea.

Jiang Zheliu calmly threatened, "wrap your tail around me again, and I'll run away with you."

The night of hearing people

This story sounds a little familiar. I don't know if the other party has told me?

Although Jiang Zheliu has read a lot of books, his taste in popular story books is always the same. His reading taste stays in the "master mode", and he has read several books with the ball.

"Then the little Lord of the demon world will be corrupted by me." Jiang Zheliu said seriously, "I'll hate you."

Hearing that night, he couldn't help saying, "he hates me."

Jiang Zheliu: "what?"

Why didn't he know that?

Threat is useless, Jiang Zheliu had to change routine, sighed: "you give me abraded skin."

The furtive little tail suddenly froze.

"It hurts." Jiang Zheliu exaggerates, "it hurts just now."

Gu Wei came out with a guilty heart. The little devil kept silent and rubbed his ears.

"It can't be any more." Jiang Zheliu said solemnly, "can you just as before, not willing to climb the bed?"

Wen renye shook his head obediently. He was very moved and refused. After thinking about it, he came to kiss him again and whispered, "can you stay with me all the time?"

Jiang Zheliu

He regretted that he didn't choose the words carefully when he said it.

He stared at the little devil's beautiful and persistent purple eyes and had to be defeated.

"... OK, do it."

Wen renye was comforted. He wanted to come and ask for a sweet kiss, but he was dodged. Jiang Zheliu came out of his arms, straightened his collar and cuffs without changing his face, and proposed: "since you've all come, go and see what happened to the boundary membrane."

This is the place where Xiuzhen kingdom is closest to the boundary membrane.

Jiang Zheliu had a wonderful intuition. He always felt that the demonization of the demon clan in Miaoyun mountain and the breaking of the boundary membrane might be driven by the same person.

... but what is the purpose of this man?

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At the top of Mt. Miaoyun, there are still unfused ice and snow.

The snow color covers the top of the mountain. From the edge of the snow that nobody tramples on, a few flowers are blooming to keep out the cold.

Jiang Zheliu set foot here again and felt that it was the same here.

The little devil doesn't like it here. He thinks the temperature here is too low. Just now, he took out a coat from his storage utensil and covered it tightly for Jiang Zheliu.

It seems that most of his storage utensils are Jiang Zheliu's clothes, which is convenient for him to build a nest at any time.

The boundary membrane is invisible, but it can be seen through the flow of aura.

Jiang Zheliu observed for a while, looked for a moment from the direction of Reiki flow, and found the patch of the boundary membrane in the sky.

It's covered with his breath, with traces of ice and snow.

At first glance, there is no problem.

Jiang Zheliu raised his hand and tentatively touched the invisible boundary membrane. He felt the familiar aura winding around his fingertips, and seemed to persevere to return to his body.

But instead of accepting, he refused.

The aura left by the ice and snow Taoist body is covered on the boundary membrane. If it has thoughts and can speak, it should be able to express its pitiful desire to leave.

Because at the crack of the boundary membrane, the consumption of aura is too fast.

With Jiang Zheliu's eyesight, we can simply judge the situation at the moment... I'm afraid that the mending he left will not last long. It's probably the same as the process of the little devil being influenced by the Tao. They all belong to the type of anxiety.

There's no time for him at all.

Wen renye can't understand it, but it doesn't prevent him from getting direction from observing each other's expression.

It seems that the situation is not very optimistic.

"It shouldn't be like this." Jiang Zheliu said, "someone has done other treatment for the repair, and that person's strength is not weak. Otherwise, with my accomplishments at that time, the cracks could be completely repaired, and there would not be such a situation. "

"... that man, who knows how to observe the cracks in the boundary membrane?"

"Well." Jiang Zheliu pondered for a moment, "you can exclude a lot of people. It's not easy for young people to know this method

But he can't think of a suitable person for the moment.

Just as he was gazing at the flow of aura, a repulsive and disgusting sound of Qin sounded from the Miaoyun mountain.

Jiang Zheliu's head is buzzing. He looks for the past where the sound of the piano comes from, only to see a stone.

To be exact, it's a flat, insignificant stone hidden in the snow. It records a tune played regularly and circularly to maintain the aura of Miaoyun mountain.

I don't know who played it. It's really harsh.

With disgust, Jiang Zheliu picked up the stone and nearly spat it out.

That's too bad.

It's not only ugly, but also contains the power of yinxiu. It's just that once you listen to it, it's not decent and full of evil.

But this thing obviously has nothing to do with the demon world, because the overall music level of the demon family is limited to children's songs, which are basically not complete in five tones and often out of tune, and there is no inheritance and education system for music cultivation. It's hard to cultivate one.

After listening carefully, Jiang Zheliu felt that his mind was in a mess, as if he had been affected by part of his mind, and he began to have a headache.

The sound of the piano stopped suddenly.

He looked up and saw that the little devil crushed the stone fiercely and said, "this thing can't listen at all."

"... it's light to be possessed." Jiang Zheliu leaned on his shoulder, and his breath was unsteady. He said, "can the cubs of the Chuai demon clan get pregnant and vomit?"

The little devil was stunned for a moment, and answered dryly: "no way..."

"But I really want to vomit..."

He didn't spit anything out, just coughed for a long time, physiological tears wet his eyelashes.

Coughing was loud and violent for a while, accompanied by nausea and vomiting. Jiang Zheliu suffered terribly. His eyelashes were wet and his lips were bitten by himself.

The lower lip oozes blood. Jiang Zheliu licked it, but he felt like vomiting because of the bloody smell.

He had no strength. He was lying in the arms of the little devil. He held him firmly. His eyes were red and dizzy, and his ears were full of the noise.

Wen renye anxiously filters the magic Qi, transforms it into spiritual power, and then probes into his body to give him the breath in his chest, and constantly stabilizes the spirit of the other party.

Jiang Zheliu slowly eased over.

The world in front of him became clearer, the noise in his ear faded, and the situation gradually improved.

But hearing that night, he still felt that he didn't have the strength, so he picked up the man and turned down the mountain. As he walked, he condemned: "how can it be so ugly!"

In the hearts of the demons, being able to play musical instruments is actually very high-grade and powerful. After all, they won't, they will only fight, and all kinds of extensions about fighting.

Jiang Zheliu didn't have the energy to tell him that he could go. Instead, he got used to the other party's embrace and stayed lazily in his arms. His voice was feeble: "it's just that the piano sounds bad. How can you be ok?"

... soul questioning.

Hearing the man swallow his saliva at night, he said with a guilty heart: "maybe it's because of my high cultivation, strong body and good constitution."

He looked down at the slightly broken lip of the willow tree and the corner of his red eyes. He couldn't help swallowing his saliva again. There was no silver here. He added: "it's very rare to have a pregnant vomiting reaction... In the demons. Don't be angry with me just because of this... "

This is Zizi's account. How can he be rejected by his lover because of this ball!

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Happy Tanabata! I heard a joke from the group!

I said Tanabata accompany me for a day.

It's like Qixi zoo doesn't have a holiday.