My Darling Sick Beauty

Jiang Zheliu is still quiet, even calmly closed his eyes.

Others may have little resistance to the little devil king's coquetry, or be surprised that the devil Lord can put down his face so much. But for Jiang Zheliu, from the first day he met him, he didn't have much face.

Seeing him only a few times, he dares to show his extraordinary misdemeanor. If he is not really a serious man after a long-term investigation, he will probably think that he is a playful and romantic man.

But now he's looking forward to it. It's only against him.

Hearing that the other party didn't move at night, I felt even more uneasy. I deeply felt that walking on the edge of being abandoned, and even the sweet reward I licked yesterday was not fragrant.

He took Jiang Zheliu's waist into his arms, untied his outer robe, held him from behind, let the other side's back stick into his arms, bowed his head and rubbed his ear, and said persistently: "I'm really wrong. I shouldn't listen to you and force myself to help you... That..."

Two big men can't say the word, but the meaning has arrived.

Jiang Zheliu was tickled by the heat of his speech, and felt that his whole ears began to be crisp and numb. The other side also pretended to be totally ignorant of his sensitive points. The breath came closer and closer, and bit his ear.

... hiss, soft with heat.

Jiang Zheliu raised his hand to cover his ears. He was still very tough and slowly moved out of his opponent's arms, showing his unswerving determination.

The night of hearing people seems to stay, did not expect this time so serious, Lengleng looked at his slender fingers.

The little devil is going to cry.

It's him who makes trouble with his partner. He can't stop doing anything in bed. As a result, he feels aggrieved every day and feels that the other party is going to kick him. He takes advantage of everything.

After a long time, Jiang Zheliu was no longer disturbed by other voices. When he was about to fall asleep, he felt the little devil touch him.

Wen renye didn't do anything this time. He just hugged him again and pressed him on his shoulder from behind. His hairy hair rubbed against his neck. Together with the two magic horns that didn't know when, they also rubbed against him.

Jiang Zheliu is used to his breath and will not be affected. When he is about to fall asleep, he suddenly feels that there is something wrong with his breath.

In the past, the breath was not so chaotic, and the heart beat very fast. It was not the clear heart beat of intense movement, but the heart beat when the mood was low.

His firm mind just now suddenly wavered.

The so-called Taoist priest should come to test his Taoist heart. Jiang Zheliu's practice has reached a high level. If there is no film tragedy, he should be the most promising immortal monk in the millennium. But now that so many things have happened, he accidentally gets involved with a Taoist priest and always changes his mind because of the other's emotion.

It used to be immortality, but now it is dust. Every eye movement, every word and kiss of the other party can make him sober thinking and have a subtle touch, make him soft hearted, make him care, and let him fall from the top of the cold snow mountain into the lingering ten Zhang soft red.

The Jingshan hall is lit by the light, the copper stove is foggy, and a piece of moon fragrance is burning inside.

It's a dark night.

Jiang Zheliu's mind is quiet. In the infinite silence, he listens to each other's slightest change. Finally, he can't sit still.

Who would have thought that the two people's mode of getting along with each other is like this: the original status is the most extreme, and what they think is no different from that of ordinary lovers. Love is not different because of different status.

But love can turn the ice and snow into spring water.

Jiang Zheliu moved a little, turned his head and looked at him. He saw the little devil lying on his shoulder and his eyes were red. Although he didn't cry yet, he thought that he was going to be abandoned soon.

Like the big dog lost by the owner, it doesn't mean to blame the owner, that is, it is particularly innocent and wronged.

Wen renye's facial features are sharp in outline, tough and straight in line, and they are not smiling with the intention of killing people. They are handsome and deep in appearance, which is the standard appearance of the hegemonic devil. Others will be afraid to see him, but only Jiang Zheliu can always interpret something different from each other's Micro expressions.

The little devil seems to be a little hurt. The spiritual one.

... I don't know why he was injured. He can toss and make trouble. He has too much energy every day. His old waist has to be broken by each other, and he has to rub it for a long time every day.

Maybe this is the age difference of hundreds of years. Jiang Zheliu sighed in his heart.

The other side seems to be aware of the Taoist couple's eyes. If he opens his eyes with feeling, he just looks at Shangjiang broken willow. Wen renye got his attention. He felt a little excited. He leaned over to rub his nose. His voice was low: "Liu..."

I don't know when he began to like vocabularies.

Jiang Zheliu was rubbed by him for a long time. He felt like he had some animal habits and liked to rub his own breath on him.

Jiang Zheliu patted him on the shoulder and said, "what's wrong?"

Wen renye is not only embarrassed to say that he is so sad that he is going to die, but also embarrassed to say that he has no use to make grievances. He can only say vaguely: "because you ignore me."

"I ignore you," Jiang Zheliu is very reasonable, "it's for the sake of your face. I'm never angry with you. All conflicts are in bed. Don't you see anything about that?"

The little devil bowed his head and listened to the training honestly and cleverly.

"Sometimes you will be invaded by instinct, which makes you look special..." Jiang Zheliu almost scolded him for being a beast, but after thinking about it, he let the beast do it himself. It seems that there is something wrong with him, just for the sake of each other's dignity, he didn't say, "you have to change. It's not just a problem I can't bear, it's mainly about learning to control myself. "

The little demon king was so obedient that he nodded his head and came to him. He looked at him with purple eyes.

Jiang Zheliu had a sense of crisis subconsciously.

"I'm sorry --" the other man acted like a coqueter, and he acted like a coqueter very effectively. "I'll be obedient in the future."

Although he said that, he didn't have much credibility. Jiang Zheliu was misled by the appearance of such a cute little suckling dog every time. As soon as he touched her, she immediately turned into a big wolf dog that couldn't push him away. She asked him like she hadn't eaten meat. It was very unpromising.

But Lord xianzun is very intelligent and often falls in the same trick.

How could he resist the Taoist's coquetry? He couldn't help raising his hand and touching the other side's corner. Then he was hugged by his eyes,

Wen renye pasted it positively and said in a low voice, "don't say it, don't say it. Besides, people are going to be stupid."

Jiang Zheliu raised his hand and flicked his horn: "your brain has never been smart."

Wen renye slightly disagreed: "I'm very smart about things that have nothing to do with you. When I meet you, I always care about you, and then I'm in a mess. "

Jiang Zheliu gave a low smile, rubbed his corner for a while, then released his hand again, and said in a calm tone: "OK, that's my fault. You... Huh? "

He said suddenly, looking at the little devil's palm sticking to his belly.

The other side's vision is extremely serious, palm close to his soft waist and abdomen, attentively felt for a while, and then slowly rubbed his stomach, said: "it seems to become soft."

Jiang Zheliu

You can't open any pot.

"And a little fat." "Smell the person night to draw a bit," drum up a little bit, elsewhere all have no fat

He was very jealous: "why can't I feed you, he can make you soft and fat?"

It's the ball in the stomach.

River broken willows suddenly feel speechless, choking. His own body shape was already set when he had a baby. It's hard to change it again. How can he eat fat? Even if he feeds him 300 kinds of special products of the demon world at night, it won't change.

"... why, you don't like the original feel?"

Smelling the smell of minefield at night, he accurately avoided: "no, I like you. I love you so much. I can hold you for three days and three nights. I can still bury you in and not come out. I can still..."

His mouth was covered.

Jiang Zheliu's expressionless face blocked the other party's "I can" and calmly said, "OK, stop."

The little devil stopped immediately and was as quiet as a chicken.

He watched the Taoist priest lie down again and gently get into his arms. Then he felt that his heart was relaxed and slowly bit his ears with him: "do you have anything you want to eat? I can't lose. "

Jiang Zheliu glanced at him, ignoring the other party's naive and unreasonable "competition".

He closed his eyes and said calmly, "eternal dust."

Eternal dust is the name of the previous wine.

Hearing the night talk, he continued to be silent for a moment, as if he felt entangled for his promise.

But he didn't struggle for long, so he found a good way.

"I feed you." His eyes are bright, "you kiss me, I'll feed you."

He said this sincerely, Jiang Zheliu was also temporarily hoodwinked, thinking that it was no big deal, so he went to kiss each other.

Later he realized that it was a kiss and a feed.

It's a devil to act like this.

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It's about the month.

In the next few months, Jiang Zheliu's pregnancy reaction was obviously improved, and even interfered with his rehabilitation progress. Halfway, ah Chu also came to the Jingshan hall, but not only ah Chu, but also the short Xuanwu emperor.

Qinglin didn't come. I didn't know it was busy and didn't dare to appear under the nose of Wenren night. They don't have a good relationship. They even mean to be hostile to each other.

The short Xuanwu real king is named xuanshuang. He is a little bigger now, but he is just like achu.

He is the kind of demon with simple words. This time, he came here because the power of Xuanwu has the ability of guarding, which can escort Jiang Zheliu. This is not only Qinglin's Commission, but also the whole demon world's apology to Jiang xianzun.

It's a little late, but it's better than nothing.

Xuanshuang was dressed in a blue robe, and his whole body was shivering with cold. He restrained his breath and stayed in the opposite side in silence, holding the whole inner hall with his own magic weapon, and the power of protection shrouded in the past.

He pedals his short legs, sits on a chair and drinks tea. While drinking, he plays chess with Jiang Zheliu. He talks a lot about the demon world with each other indifferently. Then he looks at achu, who has been working outside the screen and has to cook medicine himself. Suddenly he says.

"His spirit is not strong, and there is a gap between his spirit and his flesh. It's only recently that he's gradually melting." Xuanshuang asked, "he's not from our big world?"

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On Wei Yingwu's Ode to dewdrop

Almost finished, there are tens of thousands of words it, push their own advance collection, like little angel point collection = 3=

"The devil opens his vest again"

Jiang Yuanhan is a devil.

He has practiced a secret skill, which can knead his face, choose his identity, and open all kinds of waistcoats. However, he needs to collect his target's seven emotions, six desires, love, hate, hatred, and infatuation in order to go to a higher level.

He became the white moonlight, then the cinnabar mole, and then the whole little double, which made the whole right path crazy for him, crazy for him, banging against the wall for him, and staged countless dog blood love stories.

Until he accidentally got into the trouble of Yin Shi Da Neng, he was stripped of his vest and clothes layer by layer, and his cold hand pinched his back neck and asked.

"Have you had enough?"

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The big guy holding his back neck is also a waistcoat monster with memory loss. All the heroes he has broken are his waistcoats.

This hand is always cold. He takes off his vest one by one in front of Jiang Yuanhan. He plays with his little fangs with his fingers, but suddenly he is torn out of the wound by his fangs, leaving blood marks.

Pain and love coexist, just like every time he falls in love with Jiang Yuanhan,

Let him run out of cold and go astray.

Let him full of fire, sink hard to pull out.

If you love each other, you'll slow down. You'll always make a mistake in the end.

There is no place to tell till death.