My Darling Sick Beauty

There are three stones like this around Miaoyun mountain, which were found and destroyed one by one.

However, those demons who have been possessed can't recover, they can only return to their original shape. No matter how many hundred years of cultivation, they must be rebuilt. Otherwise, if things go on like this, they will eventually be destroyed by the monk's sword or the broken heart of Tao, and they will not be able to achieve both ends.

Only the beaver demon named Xiao Luo was taken away temporarily, because he was the only one who responded to the outside world. To be exact, it only responds to Jiang Zheliu's voice.

Xiao Luo is locked in a huge iron cage. He had big ears, upright and fluffy, and his thick tail was wrapped around the pole of the cage, which was placed on the ground inside the carriage.

There is a folding space in the carriage, which can hold an iron cage, and it won't be crowded.

The ground was covered with a soft blanket. He lowers his head, buries himself in his body, curls up on his side, and the claws on his fingers touch the edge of the cage, as if returning to the nature of the prototype.

This is a kind of cat like a leopard. It's not noisy when it's locked in the cage, but it's easy to hold the railing and gnaw, grinding his sharp teeth and creaking.

Jiang Zheliu sits next to him and looks up his book. Under him is his beloved little chair, made of vines and covered with two layers of soft blankets. In the middle of his waistband was a long and thin tapestry with a wisp of tassels hanging from it.

The little demon's eyes were staring at the thin ears on the edge of his clothes. His head and ears were moving around.

Jiang Zheliu is looking up the old books. He has brought back some old books from his former residence, which contain some useful records.

Just as he turned another page, he suddenly heard a bang. Jiang Zheliu looked up and saw that Xiao Luo's sharp teeth were stuck in the cage.

It seems that it can't be pulled out.

The intelligence quotient of these little demons seems to be returning to the archetypal instinct, not only returning to the instinct, but also a little silly.

Jiang Zheliu looked on for a while and decided that he really couldn't pull it out. Then he moved forward and looked down at the beaver demon's face.

Xiao Luo looks at him blankly. There is no emotion in his eyes. His instinct takes up the majority. He seems to be the only reliable object in the world.

Jiang Zheliu took him in, so subconsciously, the little demon regarded him as... Mother?

He took a look at the tooth stuck in the cage bar, reached out and tentatively touched it, and found that the other party did not bite himself, so he safely observed the angle of embedding, and reached out and touched Xiao Luo's chin.

His nervous mood settled down and cat Tong looked at him stupidly.

Jiang Zheliu pushed his face, leaning to one side, and then gently knocked on the cage. The broken part of the cage bar was buzzing and left with his fangs.

The cat licked her teeth, then put her head forward, put her face on the cage, and looked at Jiang Zheliu.

Jiang Zheliu also looked at him, knowing that there would be no answer, but casually asked, "what happened to Miaoyun mountain after I left?"

Xiao Luo's ears trembled for a moment, as if he wanted to listen to what the other party was saying and focused on analyzing the content.

It's just that he doesn't have the intelligence to analyze the words in his mother's mouth.

"Don't you understand?" This is expected, "let's go to the Wanling Palace first, and I'll meet Qinglin. If Qinglong Zhenjun of the demon clan has nothing to do with your appearance, I can only let you return to the prototype and practice again just like other little demons."

The cat still didn't understand. He lay prone in the cage, across the cage to lick Jiang Zheliu's hand, tongue heavily licked the back of his hand.

There are barbs on it, soft and stinging. Jiang Zheliu felt uncomfortable, so he pulled his hand back and looked down.

It was licked red, and there were small scars on it.

The tongue of the beaver is very powerful, and the spines on it can scrape the tiny shreds of meat off the bones of the prey. Even if he didn't open it, but kept falling down, it would still hurt him.

Jiang Zheliu just took a look, and his hand was caught by another man.

The little devil frowned and grabbed his hand as if he had just entered the carriage. He had a slight chill from the top of the mountain. He had talked with Chang Qian outside before.

I don't know what the content of the chat between uncles and nephews will be.

Wen renye grabs his wrist and carefully examines the tiny red wound on the back of his lover's hand. He is so angry that he grinds his teeth, but he is still on fire. Quietly, he takes out a medicine bottle from his clothes and wipes the medicine for Jiang Zheliu.

Jiang Zheliu watched his face.

Cool delicate medicine rub on the skin, moist.

"You don't know what your constitution is." Hearing people scold him at night, "how many times do you invite cats and dogs, bees and butterflies, or hurt yourself when you don't see them?"

Jiang Zheliu is close to him. His breath is cold and mild. The faint fragrance of Xuemei blends with each other.

"Just get caught every time." Jiang Zheliu looked at him and said, "if you don't see it for half a moment, maybe you will be healed."

He recovered part of his accomplishments and naturally had the self-healing effect of a monk. It's just that the level of recovery is not high, so the self-healing effect is not obvious, and it can't be compared with the racial talent of the demons.

"Do you want to say I'm making a mountain out of a molehill?" Wen Ren night raises Mou to stare at him, have the meaning that the other side nods to want to entangle to the end greatly, "you don't ache, my heart aches, can't?"

... why are you so righteous.

Jiang Zheliu was stunned. Then he couldn't help laughing. He pulled back his hand from his opponent's palm, raised his head and gave him a kiss. He said, "yes, you can. I'm a helpless little white flower. How can I refute your words?"

The more he said, the more he wanted to laugh. Then he pasted it to each other's ears, and the breath was close at hand: "how are you, satisfied?"

People blush at night.

Not only did he blush and get hot, but he felt his heart get hot. They have been together for such a long time, but the reality is not at all. Whatever this person says, he will blush, his heart will beat and his mouth will dry.

Maybe this is the power of hundreds of years of secret love and first love.

The fragrance of Jiang Zheliu's body diffused into his mind.

Hearing people's night, he felt that the Taoist seeds he had sealed in his body were all excited. He didn't merge. He obviously couldn't understand the intention of killing the Taoist seeds, but he felt that it was also excited.

"How can you..." the little devil wanted to condemn the other party's behavior, but he couldn't say it again. He could only follow the other party's topic and reply, "... Satisfied."

"Then it's over." Jiang Zheliu didn't mean to be responsible to the end. Instead, he gently pulled back his hand, distanced himself from the other party, and sat back in his beloved little chair.

The rattan chair was shaking, and he found that half of the books were scratched and two pages were disordered. He turned back to the original place, according to the state of the little devil king, to find the details about the fusion of Taoism.

No matter how much theoretical knowledge there is, it can only be used as a reference.

Before Jiang Zheliu could see the two lines, he was shrouded in shadow.

Hearing that night, he looked down at him, licked his lips and said, "Lord demon wants to bully little white flower. He wants to plant this small harmless little white flower on the bed..."

"... little white flower will not be transplanted." Jiang Zheliu did not move. "I'll tell you something serious."

The little devil wilted, nodded listlessly, half knelt in front of him, his arm pressing his knee.

He seems to like this way of listening.

He likes to see Jiang Zheliu's trembling eyelashes when he talks with his head down, and he likes to listen to his tone of speaking to children, gentle and calm, full of special sense of security.

A sense of security that only works for him.

"You're not in a good condition. Don't forget it." Jiang Zheliu said, "if you really can't put an end to its influence and everything is irreparable, I will prepare two sets of plans. One is to carry on the killing way and transfer it to me."

Smell person night pupil tiny shrink, subconsciously pressed his wrist, whole body up and down write full of resistance.

He didn't have to talk. Jiang Zheliu knew he didn't like it.

"And that's it." Jiang Zheliu thought, "temporary seal..."

He didn't want to go on, but to the little devil's forehead, said to him: "can't go to the point of irretrievability. I don't like extremes. "

Wen renye looked into his eyes and said slowly: "that... The one on Miaoyun mountain..."

"There are always priorities." Jiang Zheliu said, "I thought for a moment. At this time, it seems that nothing is more important than you."

"... including all living beings?"

"You are one of the creatures."

Jiang zheliuhui took his hand.

Half step fairy has the ability to break the void. Even if our world dies, they can go to other realms. But there is no home, no root.

As a matter of fact, whether the world will be destroyed or not has nothing to do with the lives of the former Jiang Zheliu and the present Wen renye.

It's just responsibility and kindness.

"Is that one, or are you embarrassed to admit it?" The little demon king was discontented and asked for a gentle kiss. "Maybe when you have a fight with me, my heart demon will be able to break free and control the Tao species, and really merge with it."

"Shall I try to win?" Jiang Zheliu looks at him.

"All right." Wen renye replied, "it doesn't matter whether you win or lose. The important thing is that for hundreds of years we have been delusional and have a destination. "

"Then wait for me."

Jiang Zheliu was deeply afraid that he could not keep up with the progress of his recovery, and he preferred to believe in this last method, and whispered: "wait for me."

Smell the person night nodded, that voice response has not yet said to export, hear behind the cage to send out a harsh cat call.

They turned their heads and saw that the little demon in the cage was grinding the iron fence into potholes, as if they felt something. Their tail was agitated and kept shaking, and they made a cry from their throat.

Meanwhile, Chang Qian's voice came from outside.

"Brother, we are in the demon world."

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The atmosphere of the demon world makes Xiao Luo very uncomfortable. He is stimulated by a large number of powerful demon breath, and his tail is roughly fried.

The beaver was affected by the sound of the piano of Miaoyun mountain and couldn't communicate normally.

Chang Qian stops the carriage under the giant trees of Wanling palace, and then pulls Xiao Luo's cage out. He turned from the storage ring for a long time, but he didn't find anything that could tie the cat. At last, he could only take out a magic weapon chain, which was used to bind the opponent and restrict his movement. Now it's locked on the neck of the little demon.

Chang Qian opened the cage and put the chain on his neck. Before the lock was fastened, he was caught in the armor by Xiao Luo's claws and bit it up.

The place bitten by the cat's fangs emerged a dark green scale, blocking the teeth back.

Kitty boy's fangs are stimulated, and he stays in the corner of the cage. The cat's eyes are fixed on Chang Qian.

Chang Qian's eyes are vertical pupil. If he is of the same body size and cultivation, he may not be able to restrain the other perfectly. But he has half a demon blood, hardware strength is much higher than the cat, so it is particularly deterrent.

Chang Qian vomited the letter, licked the poisonous tooth with the snake letter, and said to the cat, "don't bite me. I'm toxic. "

Little Lothar couldn't get out. Her tail was tightly wrapped around the cage pole. She made a small cat's cry for help in the direction of the river.

But he was dragged by Chang Qian.

Chang Qian pressed his body with one knee, put on the leather bite cage which is usually used to manage dogs, and directly applied a layer of seal on the hard leather buckle at the back.

The cat was grabbed by the back of its neck and struggled unsuccessfully. It was put on the mouth cage. There was a roaring sound in its throat. In the moment when Chang Qian let go of wearing it, Xiao Luo turned over and grabbed him and kicked him out.

In order to avoid his claws, Chang Qian didn't stand firmly, so he was kicked again. He flew four or five meters away and hit the old tree vine.

The rustle of flowers fell from the ancient trees.

But he just didn't notice for a moment, even the blood didn't come out, and his eyes were covered with petals.

Chang Qian stretched his bones and stood up again. The residual flap of the corner of the eye pulled down, walked to hold the cat's chain.

"If you run away, you will not see..." he pointed to the direction of the Wanling palace, "your master."

The beaver demon puffed at him. His sharp teeth made a creaking sound, and he took a hunting posture. But as soon as Chang Qian's hand pointed to him, his face began to hesitate. It seemed that he had hesitated for a long time, so he could only reluctantly put away his teeth and claws.

Chang Qian dusted his body and took the cat to the half empty Wanling palace.

The furnishings in the Wanling palace were a little different from that when he left, but they remained unchanged. Qinglongzhenjun is still what he used to be. He has a Taoist robe and a tall body.

Qinglin is pouring tea for Jiang Zheliu.

The gurgling sound of tea.

Chang Qian noticed that there was a child with long black and blue hair sitting in the next empty seat of Qinglin. He was only about six years old. He was the new born Xuanwu real king in the four elephant Dan stove. His name was xuanshuang.

It's a little boy.

Xuanshuang's body side is a Chu. Xiaolu is wearing a snow-white ceremonial robe. The horns on his head have become much longer, and he has a fork. But his eyes on his brother have not changed, and his saliva is about to flow down.

Stop pouring the tea.

Qinglin put down the teapot, looked at Jiang Zheliu, took a sip from the teacup and said, "do you like this? A new breed of the demon world. "

Before Jiang Zheliu spoke, she glanced at Wenren night, turned her head to look at the beaver demon, and said in a familiar tone: "all the new teas used to be given to you, but once you live in the demon world, Wenren Lord doesn't allow me to give you anything."

She added: "I left a lot of fairy goods Enshi Yulu, you must like it, the devil's world 80% can't come out."

Qinglin said naturally, seemingly without hostility, but hearing people's night was a feeling of constant provocation.

... nice.

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Every night, you have to be confident! How can you be afraid of other people's hoes!