My Darling Sick Beauty

Jiang Zheliu was silent for a moment and said, "I can't exclude this one just because I insist on everything."

He Da followed the old ghost's words and continued: "but the old monster has no reason to do so. He is a very decent person. If you look back thousands of years, you can still see his name... But for the present people, it's really out of date. "

"His name is Zhou long." She said, "it's the way of the end road that's robbed."

Zhongmo Avenue is really in line with the concept of ghost cultivation. It's very normal to have this in those years.

"Zhongmo Avenue..." Jiang Zheliu repeated and wrote down the name of this man, "since he is a very decent elder, I don't think it must be him. We need to continue to study who it is. "

After the conversation, Jiang Zheliu agrees to what he wants, but he just promises to ask Wen renye. Whether the little devil can really abide by it depends on himself.

However, he seems to have more confidence than himself. After all, the old ghost is crazy after seeing the night of hearing people. The degree of terror is indescribable. In his heart, only Jiang Zheliu has the ability to stop him.

When they stepped out of the room, they heard that the tea in front of them was smoking. The leopard cat followed him, eyes narrowed into a line, then put his head in and licked.

When Jiang Zheliu stopped in front of him, the little devil's purple eyes and cat's eyes were raised together and looked at him.

Jiang Zheliu always thought that some of his behaviors were very similar to small animals, but he didn't expect to be so similar. The purple eyes of hearing people's night are slightly bright, and even brighter when you see him. It seems that the whole picture has a new layer of color because of his appearance, and the world suddenly becomes novel and interesting.

"Go back?" Hearing people's questions at night, he consciously found a way to stay in the nether world.

Jiang Zheliu nodded slowly and said, "on the way back, visit master Mingjing again in lanruo temple."

As soon as his words fell, the fox girl on one side almost jumped up because of her ear shaking. Then she stretched out her face calmly and blinked: "where are you going?"

Jiang Zheliu has learned a lot about his sleep, and also heard from the rumor that he seems to treat Mingjing delicately. People have to think about it and think that there is some origin between them.

However, the complicated relationship is difficult to speculate, and we can only observe the clue by side tapping.

"To lanruo temple." Jiang Zheliu repeated, "I have something to ask Zen master."

He Da whispered, "can you take me with you?"

Jiang Zheliu looked at her for a moment and said slowly, "it's not impossible, but I don't like it."

He Da turned his eyes and looked at the Demon Lord. Suddenly, he beat the drum in his heart several times and retracted his head: "then, then I'll be alone..."

I don't know why, Jiang Zheliu felt that this sentence was not meant to him.

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As for other people's private affairs, Jiang Zheliu didn't mean to pry too much. He just made a rough judgment of his interests and didn't continue to study deeply.

When they left the nether world, the flow of the Ming River, which gradually returned to normal flow, was slow and almost static. On the surface of the river, there are floating souls, who unconsciously swim to the distance.

Jiang Zheliu reaches out his hand, and the Taoist body in his body runs as scheduled for a week. Then he slowly wanders between the meridians and converges like the palm of his hand. The Lingxiao sword, which he put into the Taoist body, emerges from the palm of his hand, forming a sharp and introverted sword body, which turns into a complete ice sheath.

The ice scabbard was as cold as water, and it gradually dispersed when it touched his finger, showing the body of Lingxiao sword in front of him without reservation.

"How do you feel?"

Suddenly, a deep and familiar voice came from his ear, and a faint breath of pines and cypresses spread around him.

The little devil came up to his cheek and looked at him.

The wheels are rolling. It's a rare misty day at the junction of human beings.

The color of the fog drifts and disperses.

Jiang Zheliu felt his sword again, and the feeling of soul penetrated into his mind. Then he loosened his finger slightly, and the inscription on Lingxiao sword flashed, giving back the familiar aura.

"Fair." Jiang Zheliu thought carefully, "about 40 percent."

"If you can recover to 40%, at least you've passed the golden elixir and reached Yuanying."

It's just a popular saying. Jiang Zheliu's realm is the same as before, and there is no bottleneck. It's just like a bottle of water that is constantly full, as long as the cultivation is restored.

As long as the physical condition is stable, it is level driving.

"It's just a draw with Yuan Ying." Jiang Zheliu's fingertip brushed the sword body, and the blade that gave back his aura kisses his fingertip. It's cold, silent and devout.

"We can only practice the mental Dharma and Taoist Dharma first." He said, "all kinds of other techniques are complicated in number and involved in a wide range. I need time to recall them."

"It's already great." Wen renye sighed sincerely, "this speed is very good, also very fast, don't force yourself."

He said, the closer he got to each other, and whispered to each other's ears, "you can always practice your physical strength."

Jiang Zheliu looked at each other slightly. He didn't find any meaning of shy heartbeat in the eyes of the little devil. For a moment, he didn't know whether he was not too pure or he thought too much.

"The cultivation of ice and snow Taoist body is pure, not strength. Even if I recover to the peak, my body is only half a step of the normal level of Jinxian. It is neither the sanctification of the body nor the method of refining the body. It is also inferior to the demon's talent." Jiang Zheliu calmly explained, "what's the use of good physical strength to lay eggs?"

I choked when I heard people talking at night, and I got stuck for a moment. He frowned, looked at each other doubtfully and unhappily, and said, "you've already started thinking about him?"

Jiang Zheliu: "hmm?"

"I want you to have better physical strength. I look at you and feel at ease. I don't have to worry about which bastard will pull up my tree again." The little devil was slightly annoyed, and explained to him in detail that he was not happy. "It's not for you to lay eggs. Don't always think about this egg. Small things are usually very chic and ugly."

Jiang Zheliu was silent for a moment, and his attention shifted slightly: "not good-looking?"

Wen renye nodded: "at the beginning, I will use archetype to grow, which is very different from the human aesthetic."

"What about the aesthetics of the demons?"

"..." the other side was rarely silent. It seemed that he racked his brains to think about the wording for a long time before he said: "the demon clan should... Have no aesthetics."

He added: "we have only a sense of threat and hostility to each other's archetypes. We can't distinguish beauty from ugliness. It's the natural aggressiveness of instinct."

Jiang Zheliu pondered: "then you..."

"But we can recognize the beauty of the human race!" Hearing this, Lian said, "before you recognize beauty, you must recognize the power of the other party first, so that you can appreciate it. Otherwise, the fragile vase waste is just a drag. "

When the other party said this, he seemed to notice something. After a speech, he frowned and complained: "are you still thinking about him? You're worried he's not going to look good? "

"Isn't that what you said?" Jiang Zheliu raised his eyebrows and said, "this is probably the greatest advantage I think of for physical growth..."

Before he could stop talking, he was held down by the little devil on his shoulder and pressed to the side wall of the carriage. He leaned down and his eyes were opposite to his eyes. Inside, the purple color was changing and the stars were burning.

"What do you think," he asked a little uneasily, "about me?"

What else can we do? Don't we all plan to have a good life?

Jiang Zheliu did not say this sentence, but seriously looked at him, the two breath into the deepening, entanglement spread.

"What do you say?" Xianzun glanced at him and stopped on his face

His hands were cold and slightly cold. He slid down from his chest, inch by inch, little by little. His touch moved clearly to the top of his abdominal muscles.

"Body." Jiang Zheliu stopped for a moment, "or..."

Wen renye didn't know whether he had made any progress in that aspect, just like being checked by a teacher's homework, he was flustered and excited, and his eyes closely followed each other's soft lips.

Is it time to praise me? Do you want to praise me?

The little devil's teeth are itching, grinding up and down a few times.

He restrained his desire to bite each other's neck, but temporarily acted as a obedient dog, hiding the sharp teeth that could tear and bleed, together with sharp claws.

"... character?"

Jiang Zheliu's tone is calm and authentic.

He seemed to have no idea what the other party was expecting.

Hearing the person's night Zheng for a moment, the eye light is dim with the speed visible to the naked eye, but he didn't say it. Instead, he leaned over and hugged each other, pressed on Jiang Zheliu's shoulder and said in a dull voice: "I'm not OK?"

He is not sure about the beauty of the human race, but he knows that Jiang Zheliu is very good-looking and everyone seems to like it.

"Good." Jiang Zheliu opened his mouth truthfully and thought, "you should be the most sincere person I have ever seen."

Although the little devil is very easy to be jealous, he is also very easy to coax. As long as he gets this sentence, his sullen spirit will disappear, leaving only a little care about it. He chased him and asked, "what else? It's not getting better. "

He thought that his suggestion was obvious enough, but his Taoist partner just bent his lips secretly, and then fell into the thinking that made people anxious.

Jiang Zheliu couldn't help laughing and asked, "what are you talking about?"

Coyote couldn't hide and stopped acting. He angrily pressed his waist, pressed his opponent on the side wall, hugged him tightly, and lowered his head to bite his lip.

Jiang Zheliu was bitten by his fangs and hurt a little. He pushed him. Instead of pushing him away, he was held down and folded his hands. He didn't resist too much, but stretched out the tip of his tongue and licked each other's vicious teeth.

Lord mozun was stifled by the soft tongue.

Between a breath and a breath, there is no momentum.

Jiang Zheliu rescued the lip flap from the other party's sharp teeth to avoid the risk of being bitten. Then he went into the other party's mouth like a soothing gesture and gently kisses the other party.

The little devil was completely controlled, as if he had been rolled down and squinted lazily.

Just when Jiang Zheliu thought that the alarm had been lifted and the pacification had been successful, and he could sit back, he felt a little reluctant and was suddenly pulled back.

He was pressed under his body by the night, and he gave a sticky kiss to the tip of his nose. Then he moved down reluctantly and bit a red mark on his white neck.

The little devil has been coveting him for a long time, and the devil's horn with hot blood lines keeps rubbing against him, like begging for love.

Jiang Zheliu was too close to refuse. He reached out and touched his horn and said in a low voice, "what's the matter? Do you want to try this kind of progress with me?"

The action of Wen Ren night stops for a moment, discontented: "you really know what I'm talking about."

But it's really fun to tease him, and he's cute.

But soon he didn't find each other interesting. When he heard that someone had pasted it to his ear at night, he bit his red ear lobe and said in a soft voice, "I have studied the double cultivation secret Scripture. Would you like to have a try? "

"... is there a chance to refuse?"

Jiang Zheliu was teased a little bit and his ears itched too much.

"Of course not."

At night, he rubbed his red and slightly hot earlobe, bowed his head to kiss his eyelashes, and bent down to press down.

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The stars are all over the sky.

This is the first starry night that the cat accompanied Chang Qian to watch, but today is the most beautiful.

Chang Qian leaned aside and dropped his eyes a little tired. He seemed to be sleepy. But he didn't fall asleep as he wished. Instead, he was stimulated by the changing demons around him and regained consciousness. He turned his eyes and looked at the leopard cat, but didn't see the plush figure.

It's the cat ear boy who's back in human form.

Naked. Body, tail thick soft, eyes ignorant.

But when he saw Chang Qian again, Xiao Luo's eyes seemed to reflect something, and he struggled to spit out a few words from his throat.

"... No."

Chang Qian warily pressed his sword: "I didn't force you to slander my innocence."

"No, don't..."

Chang Qian is more nervous.

In the demons, the great demons pay too much attention to fame and loyalty, which makes Chang Qian's cultivation biased.

The values of the demon world can be briefly summarized as follows: to seize and win, to get married, to praise you for taking the initiative and doing a good job, but to abandon and be half hearted is to be merciless and shameless. If you don't like each other and you have to taste something fresh, you may soon become famous and no one wants it.

Even powerful magic generals will cherish their own integrity.

"Don't... Cage!" Xiao Luo finally stammered out a word.

Chang Qian breathed a sigh of relief and put his heart into his stomach. Then, with a cold face, he untied his cloak and threw it to the beaver demon.

"Wear it." He ordered, "no, change back."

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Lingxiao sword: just let me see this? Look at this???

It's the beginning of school. I'm a little tired after a busy day. I don't need to look at the tips of Xiuwen. The tips of skipping Xiuwen should be that I'm fixing the wrong character = 3=