My Darling Sick Beauty

The atmosphere was a little urgent for a while.

Wen Renye loosened his collar with one hand, and untied the bright red and dazzling cloak, and the snowflakes on it disappeared with a flick, and hung up as usual.

"Who is this?" Wen Renye asked.

Jiang Zheliu glanced at him and said, "The young pavilion master of Wushuang Jiange, my junior."

This demon seems to be normal, but the hostility on his body is almost overflowing, and he is digging into his neck and collar all the time, tying his spine, making people feel cold all over.

Jin Yujie vaguely felt that he had guessed the reason why Suzaku Zhenjun failed to take Senior Jiang away - this person took advantage of the situation and took the senior hostage.

Jin Yujie was in a cold sweat. He didn't go to see this demon. His mind was full of strange plots that he didn't know how to make up.

Jiang Zheliu waved his hand and said to the young man who was growing up in front of him, "Come here."

Jin Yujie clenched his fists, almost making a mark on his palm, hating his incompetence deeply. He let out a long breath, and walked to Jiang Ziliu behind his back.

"Since you know that I'm here," Jiang Zheliu said while thinking, "don't look for it anymore, I'm all right."

Jin Yujie nodded with difficulty, his eyes were vague and uncertain, and he didn't know if he really remembered this sentence.

"The others are too. The road is long and the road is long, and you have an infinite future, so you should take the responsibility." Jiang Zheliu's tone was light, and there was a familiar ice and snow-like breath on his body.

Like the wind and snow in Zhongnan Mountain, the chill poured into the heart, making people sober too much.

Jiang Zheliu stretched out his hand, just like many years ago, he touched the top of his hair peacefully, but only touched the other party's cold hair crown.

He withdrew his hand and said softly, "I won't say goodbye to you, just go back."

Jin Yujie stood there in a daze, grabbed the corner of his shirt when the other party pulled his hand back, and blurted out, "...Senior!"

Jiang Ziliu looked at him silently.

"Senior, I...Actually, I am to you..." These words have been rehearsed many times, and they have been played out in his mind countless times, and each time it makes people emotional, but in front of the other party, he can't say a word. Like a sharp knife stuck in the throat, in the process of brewing, it began to be difficult to speak and began to feel embarrassed.

He gritted his teeth, and after a while he said, "Can you relax your gender requirements a little bit!"

Jiang Zheliu: "...Gender requirements?"

Jin Yujie held the sight that could almost eat him alive, and said bravely, "That's it..."

He looked at the deer behind him, and said against his will, "A request for shelter."

Jiang Zheliu pulled back his cuffs and said indifferently, "Are you homeless?"

When he spoke in this tone, he was on the verge of anger. Jin Yujie didn't dare to touch him again, but his eyes kept falling on the ends of his hair hanging from his shoulders.

He suddenly felt that this elder, who had made him wishful thinking for many years, no longer had the tenacity and sharpness of the past, but was like a handful of snow that could not be melted, and would disappear completely at some point in time. Lose.

Just when he was speechless, he clearly felt the sound of the devil twisting his bones beside him.

Jin Yujie's hair stood on end, and before he could react, a wisp of cold wind rushed past his ears, and blood was drawn against his cheek. When the blood stains left half an inch, he realized that it was a dagger.

The dagger grazed his cheek, cutting off a trace of long black hair, and the cold wind swept the back of his head, nailing something dull.

Not far behind him, the dark purple magic dagger cut off a piece of fiery red ear feathers, and it was only a millimeter away, and it could pierce Liezhen's eyes.

This Vermillion Bird did not know when it came, as if it had just arrived, and it seemed to have stayed outside the window for a long time.

True Monarch Suzaku faded his prototype and turned into a human appearance. He bent down and picked up the piece of ear feathers that had been cut off from the ground, turned through the window with one hand, and glanced at the few people in the room, but his eyes did not stop at Jin Yujie. , but went straight to the friend's side.

"Zhe Liu." Liezhen took out a small jade bottle, which was the body protection spirit of the demon world. "I went back and got something, it should be useful to you."

Lie Zhen's body was covered in dazzling red gold. He raised his flaming eyes and glanced at Wen Renye. He didn't say anything to the dagger just now, and turned to hold Jiang Ziliu's wrist. .

Wen Renye immediately felt that he was prepared.

"I was wrong in the past." Liezhen looked at him and said, "but I will make it up to you. Don't ignore me..."

Before he could finish his words, Jiang Zheliu moved his hand away, lowered his head and continued to drink the medicine until he drank all the bitter soup and medicine, without even looking at the body-protecting spirit on the table.

He put down the porcelain bowl and said calmly, "You talk a lot."

Lie was really stunned.

"You too." Jiang Zheliu glanced at Jin Yujie, his tone was as cold as ice, "You are very noisy."

There was silence in the room, and the fire went on and off.

Just when the silence was so stagnant that it made it hard to breathe, Lie Zhen's unbelievable voice came.

"Zhe Liu, do you really want to see me? I... can't you forgive me once? I actually..."

"roll."

His voice stopped abruptly.

Qinglin taught him to bring the body protection spirit dew, so Wen Renye had no reason to stop him, taught him to admit his mistakes, apologize earnestly, and let the other party remember the past affection, but did not teach him how to face the current situation.

The flame in Liezhen's eyes was almost extinguished, and the temperature of his body was lowered to an unprecedented level.

He didn't have the feeling of realization before, and it was only at this moment that he realized with great weight what he had lost.

On the contrary, Jin Yujie was extremely obedient, bowed and saluted without saying a word, and exited the pine wood building.

Liezhen's whole bird froze there, as if it wouldn't move even if there was a thunderstorm. After a while, he seemed to have recovered a little bit of God and left silently.

Jiang Ziliu was still reading in the same place, and after drinking the medicine, he wrote on the paper. The pen, ink, paper and inkstone were sent by Wen Renye, and they were all fine products, but they exuded a magical energy that could not be ignored, making Jiang Ziliu somewhat uncomfortable.

As he wrote, he discussed with Xiaolu Achu what to plant in front of the building. The two chatted for a while, and Achu asked in a low voice and trembling: "Brother Shenxian, how do you know they will listen to you?"

Jiang Zheliu lowered his eyebrows to write, and involuntarily followed him and lowered his voice: "The friends I made, the younger generation I helped, can't be called a gentleman, but they're not a beast."

That's because you didn't count their crush. Achu whispered quietly.

"By the way, what about Chang?"

Ah Chu said: "He went down the mountain to buy wine for his brother. The medicinal wine, the kind made with scorpions, is used to treat rheumatism."

"I don't have rheumatism." Jiang Zheliu said.

"But brother doesn't always have headaches, he also cures headaches." A Chu blinked at him, his eyes full of gratification.

Jiang Zheliu could see a little bit of purpose in him, but getting along gradually, knowing that Xiaolu has a good heart, he didn't say anything.

Folk medicinal wines were of no use to his body, but because of their weak medicinal effects, they became safer and easier to try.

Just as the two were talking, Wen Renye, who was listening quietly, picked up the blood cloak, turned around and took a few steps out. Just as he was pushing the door, he suddenly heard Jiang Ziliu's voice.

"Wen Ren Ye?"

In normal times, he should be called "Good Neighbor" or "Shao Zunzhu". He rarely goes by that full name.

Wen Renye stopped and turned to look at him.

Jiang Zheliu stopped writing and looked at him for a while, his eyes were pitch-black, and no light could penetrate.

He said slowly: "Good neighbor, go out when you go out, don't kill people."

Wen Renye's heart seemed to be slammed by something, and he felt that the other party could see through everything, and it seemed that he couldn't escape his eyes with any thought.

But why can't you see through his...

Jiang Zheliu paused for a moment, then smiled and said, "You can't kill a bird either. I'll be disgusted by the smell of blood."

Wen Renye looked at him silently.

The anger in his heart was instantly extinguished, and the chill of the ice water fell to his face. He was easily pinched at his weakness, threatened by a short sentence, which made people feel cold all over.

He didn't leave, but approached Jiang Zheliu, leaned over and bowed his head, the violent and unsettled hostility mixed with the cold air, he came to face: "...why?"

Jiang Zheliu smiled, looked at the dark purple eyes, and said in a calm tone, "It's not easy for the world to be at peace, please forgive me."

Jin Yujie is his younger generation, his loyalty to the righteous path of Xianmen is obvious to all, his talent is outstanding, and his reputation is very good. Even if he does something wrong in the future, he will criticize and restrain him, and he will not make any big mistakes. And the relationship between Liezhen and him has been in operation for thousands of years. Without him, the demon world would be in chaos and the world would be restless.

"Have you really put it down?" Wen Renye licked his teeth, stared at him and said, "You almost lost your life because of these four words. With the way you are now, you still have to worry about others, Jiang Zhe. Liu, you still need to worry about yourself first, your meridians are leaking into a sieve, you can wake up in a dream four or five times a day, and you vomit more blood than you drink..."

His words stopped here.

The other's fingers pressed against his lips, the body temperature was cold, but soft.

Jiang Zheliu didn't think he knew it, but he still didn't want to hear it. Instead, he said softly, "According to the days I thought before, there will be a shooting star tonight. Would you like to watch it with me?"

Wen Renye didn't know what to say for a while.

His throat seemed to be stuffed with ice cubes, and he didn't even have the slightest bit of suffocation. He could only slowly lean over to hug him, his head was lowered in a low mood, and he wanted to put pressure on his shoulders, but he didn't dare to exert any force. In the middle is the expectation of the meteor in his eyes when he said these words.

His mood was unprecedentedly low, and he was afraid of crushing the other party, so he just hugged him lightly for a while, and replied in a deep voice, "... um."