My Darling Sick Beauty

The next morning, Chang Qian really brought in the deer he met.

After washing, Jiang Zheliu's long hair didn't end. He thought about what to plant in Zhongnan mountain when winter passed... Half way through, he heard the sound of hoofs outside the small building.

Then there was one or two happy knocks on the door. Chang Qian opened the door and brought in a boy with two horns on his head. He looked bigger than Chang Qian. He was only 14 or 15 years old in appearance, and his eyes were round and bright, full of aura.

He just put his head in to sweep, then stopped his eyes on Jiang Zheliu. He looked up and down, then blinked and said, "brother immortal!"

Jiang Zheliu looked at the coquettish deer and heard Chang Qian's positive introduction: "this is my brother, a hermit immortal in Zhongnan Mountain... This is a Chu."

A Chu stands in front of Jiang Zheliu. The two corners on his head are translucent, and the top is covered with faint red blood. It seems that he hasn't grown well, as if he would feel painful at a touch. Under the leg has not been fully transformed, is still a pair of deer hooves.

"Brother fairy." Ah Chu's eyes were shining and he seemed to be much braver than Chang Qian. "You look better than I thought."

Jiang Zheliu looked at him for a moment, looked at the sincere expression on achu's face, and then said, "do you want to practice in Zhongnan mountain?"

Ah Chu nodded seriously and said, "I will serve my brother well."

Jiang Zheliu said: "my accomplishments have been destroyed, and I am sick and weak. I am not the first immortal in the past. If you are by my side, you may not get anything. "

"As long as brother Shenxian can guide achu to practice occasionally!" The deer blinked, as if unintentionally closer, the long eyelashes completely showed in front of Jiang Zheliu, the breath slowly and greedily spread over, the face is obedient.

He behaved well. He was so pure that it was easy to deal with Chang Qian, a young demon. But in Jiang Zheliu's eyes, people can't believe it.

But Jiang Zheliu doesn't care about this, just like he can tolerate hearing people's night as his neighbor. His attitude towards many things is "OK", "OK" and "all very good", which is enough to accommodate a deer demon who seems to have a little purpose but seems to have no harm.

Jiang Zheliu nodded and was about to go on. He lifted his eyes and saw Wen renye push the door in.

The devil was the same as before. His robe was dark black, his eyes were dark purple, and the pattern on the corner of his robe was blood colored, full of demons.

The smell of pines and cypresses is passing around, carrying the spirit of war from the other side.

Hearing that he seemed to have just woken up at night, he naturally took the hairbrush from Chang Qian's hand and touched the falling snow hair of the broken willows on the river.

Falling fingers are cold, with a light chill.

His action was so smooth that even Lord mozun himself was so nervous. When he grasped each other's hair, he realized that it was the first time he had combed Jiang Zheliu's hair. As the leader of the world, his words disappeared immediately, and his heart began to beat. There was a feeling of shame.

——If it's not combed well, I'm afraid it's not to be rejected by the powerful enemy of the past.

And... What about him.

The action of hearing people's night is faster than the brain. Although the mind is in a mess, and even some ridiculous looking forward and backward, the action on the hand is not slow at all. Jiang Zheliu was worried for less than two seconds, but he was tied up by his good neighbor and passed through the silver crown with his Hosta.

Wen Ren night while strengthening hands-on ability, at the same time raised eyes to see that deer demon, asked: "who is this?"

"Come to find my little demon." Jiangzheliu road.

When the jade hairpin is over the crown, it seems that the chill is even heavier. Hearing that night, he bent his head close to me and said in a low voice, "well, I'm not taking me in yet."

His breath and the smell of pines and cypresses spread and made his ears hot.

Jiang Zheliu rubbed his ear and pointed to the night of hearing people around him. He calmly told achu: "girls should be careful when they go out. This kind of people in black are usually bad people."

This is just a joke, but compared with the demon, he has never liked the people in the demon world, as the world knows.

"It's a bad guy," he said

A Chu Leng for a while, stretched out his hand to touch his own horn, and said: "but... But I'm a buck."

Jiang Zheliu lowered his head and drank tea slowly. He reached out and took out the book he had not finished reading last night. He said casually, "boys should be careful. Some bad guys like boys."

The speaker has no intention, the listener has intention, some "bad person" heart reads a move, can't help but looked at the boy who likes.

Ah Chu was stunned. He nodded his head. Then he went up to see what book Jiang Zheliu was reading. When he saw what was written on it: "seven brothers and one sister, spoil me to death", he suddenly got stuck in his mind and murmured, "does the world of cultivation have a habit of reading secular books?"

Jiang Zheliu didn't block it. He turned a page and said, "have you seen this kind of reading?"

Before ah Chu could answer, the more he heard, the more wrong he was. He took out half of the book from Jiang Zheliu's hand. First, he glanced at the content, then turned to the cover.

There are five words on the cover of the book.

After hearing people's movements at night, he thought of what he had seen Jiang Zheliu in recent days, such as "complete explanation of the charm" and "cultivation of the mind"... He handed the book back to the other party and picked his eyebrow: "how can you see these... Contents are all folk scripts, not immortal classics?"

Jiang Zheliu took a look at him and said faintly, "What immortal classics? This is the cover I wrapped."

"What do you want to do with this?" he said

"Nature is for reading." Jiang Zheliu looked at him strangely, as if he was talking about the matter of course. "The covers of these folk script are very direct and explicit. I collect script in Lingxiao sect. If I let my disciples see it, wouldn't it make the young disciples curious and delay their practice?"

Jiang Zheliu said that he was too calm and normal, as if he didn't feel that there was something wrong with his careful consideration.

Hearing that people were stuck in the night for a moment, they didn't know what to say. Then they heard Jiang Zheliu's tone in a light way: "after noon, I'll go to the hot spring to take a bath. Please take care of a Chu and Chang Qian

Wen renye looked at his thin body and said: "good neighbors think that you should be taken care of. It seems that you will fall down as soon as you push it."

Push and fall?

Jiang Zheliu looked down at himself and said casually, "if I fall down, I won't get up. It's wrong for you to make ten million spirit jade."

He just a joke, did not expect but in the next moment on a pair of dark purple eyes, directly and persistently watching him, as if really heart like.

"... is it OK to use ten thousand spirit jade?"

Jiang Zheliu was a little stunned. He felt that he was too close. He lowered his head to cover his lips and coughed to hide his breath. When he entangled him, he felt a little unusual temperature on the back of his hand.

"You believe in jokes."

His voice has always been cold, only in the occasional few words to make people feel relaxed and gentle. However, during this period of time, his whole life was no longer tense. His relaxed attitude was more than ten million times more peaceful than Jiang Zheliu, who was holding a sword in Lingxiao.

The devil didn't retreat, but moved in. He felt the cold and lonely feeling on the other side, which seemed to suppress the blazing heat all over his body. However, the night when he heard people came closer, he said in a low voice: "I believe you."

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There are several hot springs behind Zhongnan mountain, which are rarely used because there are few people on the mountain. But it was sorted out by Wen renye before.

Jiang Zheliu took off his robe, only a thin shirt close to his body. He immersed himself in the pool to explore his body.

Although he has no accomplishments, he is still in the realm of internal vision. At this moment, the more he looks at his body, the more he feels that his meridians are broken and willful. It can be said that he is miserable and irregular.

When repairing the interface membrane, it has to face a huge impact. He went to repair alone. Originally, he should have been assisted by Lingxiao people, but Zhu didn't mean to be afraid of divulging information and sneaking attack from heresy, so he was the only one left to help.

Jiang Zheliu was dizzy by the heat and closed his eyes to recall.

This is the opportunity he left to Zhu Wuxin, and it's also the younger martial brother's own choice. The other side didn't try his best, which led to his gray hair and serious injury, but this was the most acceptable result for Jiang Zheliu.

He opened his eyes slightly, looked at the back of his hand in the light of the light, and looked at the thin sword cocoon between his fingers. This man's hand, which was worn out and bleeding in practice, and then rubbed and formed cocoons, was so pale and colorless.

He suddenly remembered that when Zhu Wuxin was a little boy, he had just entered the family of his teacher. Because he was an orphan brought back by his teacher, he practiced hard and took away the limelight from others. So he was always ridiculed by his fellow disciples, saying that he was "a wild breed without father or mother". Zhu Wuxin was only four years old and just a little tall, but rushed out like a fierce kitten, Keep him behind you.

He remembers raising his little hand, holding his cheek and saying seriously, "brother Zheliu, don't be afraid of them. I don't want to protect you." It's so creamy that I don't even know how to pronounce.

Later, it was Jiang Zheliu who protected him for half of his life, until Zhu Wuxin chose to give up and no longer needed him.

From the day after Zhu Wenyuan died, there was only "elder martial brother" in Zhu Wuxin's mouth, and there was no "elder brother" any more.

Jiang Zheliu only thought of this place, and he didn't recall anything else. There are too many difficult things in his mind, but as long as he can overcome them, they are not difficult words.

The heat of the hot spring is getting stronger. His snow-colored thin clothes were wet through and stuck on his frost white back, and the water droplets slid down the spine line.

Jiang Zheliu's heavenly body is free of filth and filth. It didn't need to be cleaned. But he is used to bathing and always feels more comfortable in this way.

But Zhongnan mountain spring water is hot, he also followed some no strength, also followed by sleepiness, smoked some dizzy mind.

Until a strong sense of existence from the side of the breath.

Jiang Zheliu reluctantly raised his eyes, saw a dark corner of his clothes, and touched his sleeve with his wet fingertips. His voice was very light: "really follow me?"

Wen renye didn't speak. Instead, he grasped his wrist and injected a burst of purified spiritual power into it, as if it could relieve Jiang Zheliu's discomfort.

"Take the magic body as the transfer, purify the aura, do you hurt?" Jiang Zheliu reacted a little dully, then drew back his hand and said, "what's wrong with you? Let the little Lord abuse you."

There is a conflict between the evil spirit and the spirit power. If he wants to instill the spirit power into Jiang Zheliu, he can only use his body as a transit station to extract and purify it between heaven and earth. Naturally, he will feel pain. This is really not a comfortable thing.

Jiang Zheliu took back her finger, pressed her chin on the back of her hand, closed her eyes and said, "I don't want to owe you. You've done enough."

"Since I don't want to be in debt." The night whispered, "then treat me patiently and give me a healthy jiangzheliu. I'm not willing to give up until I fight with you again

Jiang Zheliu was silent for a moment and said, "it's hard for me again."

His fingers have been soaked in warm water for a long time, but when they are covered by the fingers of the night, they still reveal a sense of coolness. His heart, even his body, was cold.

"This time, even if it's not human, I won't pay it back." Jiang Zheliu said, "you will suffer."

"Then suffer." Wen renye looked at him and put a pill into the pool. "Other pills are strong. Now you are as crisp as a piece of paper. Try this one."

The pills enter the warm water, quickly spread and open, and melt into the hot spring.

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Jiang Zheliu: you are the same. Don't delay your study and feel your head.