My Darling Sick Beauty

Wen Renye naturally couldn't be distracted by the excuse of "repairing the door". He stared at the bloodstain on Jiang Zheliu's lips, stretched out his hand and undid the metal buckle, and the blood-stained cloak fell to the ground. superior.

Wen Renye stretched out his hand, wiped away the red marks on the other's lips with his fingertips that were not stained with blood, and asked with a frown, "Be serious."

Jiang Zheliu's lips are very soft, with a touch of coolness, and when you touch it, you can almost feel the breath of the first snow.

Jiang Zheliu stretched out his hand to hold his wrist, completely ignoring the wet blood on the other's arm. His eyes swept across his wrist, and he didn't find any wounds, so he didn't ask anything, but raised his eyes and glanced at him again. The double horns in the hair said in a serious tone: "Little devil, my junior brother broke the door and accidentally touched the bracelet."

Wen Renye tightened his eyebrows: "How can there be so much carelessness?"

It's really not wrong to call him the devil. As long as his eyes are away from Jiang Ziliu, his fierce aura will flourish unscrupulously. No mercy.

Wen Renye turned around, glanced at the broken gate, and from the snow dragged out a path, he saw a figure barely crawling from the ground, propped up with a scabbard with one hand.

He recognized the sword and the scabbard.

The scabbard of Lingxiao Sword is light blue, made of thousand-year-old Xuanbing. There are many carving patterns of rare and exotic animals, the patterns and names of the four elephants, and even the word "Lingxiao" carved by the founder of the sect. It is complex and magnificent.

When Wen Renye saw this sword for the first time, the Ling Xiao sword lay obediently in Jiang Zheliu's hand, and the ice sheath gave off a very light and deep chill. There was a streak of bright red blood on the sword's edge, which was the scar branded on his chest, and the blood on the tip of his heart.

Jiang Zheliu turned his wrist and retracted the sword, the sword edge escaped into the sheath, and the indescribable sword intent in the world was wrapped and preserved in the ice sheath, and it was instantly silent.

Wen Renye clenched his fingers tightly, and the bones made a crisp sound of friction. His murderous purple eyes became darker and darker, and wet blood dripped down his fingertips.

His demon body was hastily changed during the process of coming back. The body of the demon race is very ferocious and terrifying. He hastily converged and has not yet changed completely. By this moment, Wen Renye's double horns covered with magic lines have been silent. It faded away without a trace, as if nothing had ever existed.

But just as he was walking towards Zhu Wuxin, he was gently stopped by Jiang Zheliu.

There is no one else in the world who can be called Lord Mozun except him. But Wen Renye's anger was burning to Tian Linggai at this time, and he didn't even want to hear what he said, he turned his back to Jiang Ziliu and said coldly: "I don't know that you are a born good person? "

How he was willing to lose his temper at Jiang Ziliu, and being able to say these two words, it can be seen that he is really very annoyed.

Wen Renye stretched out his hand and condensed a pitch-black long knife from mid-air. The hilt was made of blood red sapphire. The blade was extremely long and thin, only **** wide. A pitch-black liquid was spit out, and slowly flowed down from the blade.

His murderous aura was too heavy, and when he came over holding the ink knife to kill the bones, Zhu Wuxin almost felt that he would definitely die today.

Wen Renye used two knives, one black and one red, the ink knife to kill the bones, the blood knife to kill the soul, one can annihilate the body, smash the bones and ashes, and the other directly acts on the primordial spirit, slashing the soul with thousands of knives, such as tortured.

Zhu Wuxin stood up with Ling Xiaojian and stared at him stubbornly. Just as the fierce demonic energy contained in Mo Dao Dao was about to approach his eyes, he heard the indifferent and cold voice of his senior brother.

"Wen Renye." Jiang Zheliu said, "If you kill him, even if I am under Jiuquan, I will have no face to face my teacher."

He is the only one who can stop this one. Jiang Zheliu only said this sentence, he felt a pain in his heart and coughed badly, but he continued to frown, "But if you really do it, it's fine. I don't mean to force you, just..."

There was a slight pause in his words.

"Master was dying, he held my hand and said, let me protect him for the rest of his life." Jiang Zheliu looked at his back, his tone softened, and slowly said, "Those who have traveled a hundred miles are half and ninety, and I will be away from this life. , only one step away."

I wish the demonic energy in front of Wuxin's eyes would not linger.

After a few more breaths, the ink knife that had killed countless people withdrew its blade and returned to the front, merging into the snow, causing the surrounding snow to dance wildly.

Wen Renye stood between the two, turned to look at Jiang Zheliu, stared at him and said, "Why is it only one step away? When will I allow you to die."

Jiang Zheliu was stunned for a moment and heard his extremely persistent voice.

"I won't kill him, but you want to heal me. If you refuse this time, I'll kill him right away!"

The little devil slowly let go, and as his fingers left, the slender ink knife also dissipated into the body in the air.

"Don't say you want to choose the freedom of life and death, Jiang Zheliu, you haven't really lived for yourself, how dare you feel that you have no nostalgia?" Wen Renye walked up to him, the scarlet magic pattern on his neck faintly Shining, furious, "I want you to take good care of your illness, you must listen to me."

Jiang Zheliu was silent for a while, and said, "...I am terminally ill, and there is no cure for medicine."

"These are all nonsense!" Wen Ren stared at him intently at night, "You promise me, listen to me, and heal you well, there will definitely be a way."

Jiang Zheliu looked at him for a while, took a deep breath, and sighed: "What's the use of keeping me, I have nothing to worry about..."

"You have to miss me."

These words broke through all kinds of obstacles and hesitations, and blurted out in the cold wind.

Jiang Zheliu didn't know what to say. He looked into Wen Renye's eyes and suddenly felt that even a person like himself couldn't resist his sincerity. What's more, this burning and boiling sincere heart is frankly revealed in front of him.

He reached out to hold Wen Renye's finger, and coaxed in a low voice, "I promise you. Don't get angry, okay? Little Demon King, I won't see him anymore."

Even if Lord Mozun is a hedgehog, this sentence can iron out the thorns. When Jiang Zheliu said this, his voice was low and gentle, exuding an imperceptible meaning of tolerance.

Wen Renye clenched his hand, suddenly jealous of Zhu Wuxin.

Jealous of him for so many years, unknowingly enjoying Jiang Ziliu's unconditional tolerance and love, and even in this situation, the other party has been repeatedly forbeared by the word "responsibility", which is almost no longer a responsibility. Constraints are Jiang Ziliu's habit.

He is used to protecting others.

Wen Renye approached and hugged him halfway, closed his eyes to hug him, and said dumbly, "I'm afraid of getting dirty when I hold it on the top of my heart, why should I let others move?"

Jiang Zheliu was silent for a long while, then comfortably followed his back, and coaxed the fried lion, and then said softly, "It's alright, no one bullied me, and I didn't feel wronged."

Wen Renye glanced at him, and knew that this person didn't understand what he was angry about. The more he said that, the more bored Wen Renye became. He stretched out his hand and stroked the other party's long snow-white hair, and said, "...you drink the medicine first."

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Wen Renye didn't know when Zhu Wuxin left, nor did he want to know. The dialogues and commitments between him and Jiang Ziliu have always had the weight of a promise, even if he is full of intentions to kill, but when he thinks that Jiang Ziliu will be disappointed in him, he can only forcibly endure.

The door has been repaired again, and this time it is finally unified with the style of the pine wood building, but the color has become dark and dark, like the mouth of a hideous beast. The devil's residence.

However, Jiang Zheliu didn't mind these things. He didn't even dislike Lie Zhenxiu's fiery red jade door, and naturally he wouldn't dislike this new door.

Wen Renye re-decocted the medicine and put it on the table to dry. Chang Gan just came back from shopping at the bottom of the mountain. He almost couldn't find the door, and looked at it in surprise for a long time.

Jiang Zheliu sat on the chair, with the snow-white plush cloak covering his legs. He stretched out his hand and rubbed the ointment on the tearful deer Achu in front of him.

The horns on Ah Chu's head were cracked, and some red cracks were cracked from the top of the translucent antlers. The red blood threads and small blood vessels inside were broken, and it seemed a little painful.

He lay beside Jiang Zheliu's knee, and said bitterly: "Sure enough, he will be a big villain. Even if I don't watch the plot behind, I feel that this person will definitely be the confidant of the immortal brother."

Jiang Zheliu applied ointment to the cracked area, and pointed out: "Don't grind the horns after the practice, the young horns are too soft, and the meridians inside will be broken when the external force is pressed."

Achu nodded pitifully, rubbed against Jiang Zheliu, and asked, "Why didn't my brother kill him? There will be no future troubles, once and for all."

Jiang Zheliu paused for a moment and said, "What about the Lingxiao faction?"

Ah Chu didn't think of this, and got stuck for a while.

"I am a waste person, and I can no longer take charge of the Lingxiao faction." Jiang Zheliu said lightly, "The foundation of thousands of years, several generations of hard work, I have paved the way for shelter for more than a thousand years, and it is not worth it."

"But, but, you can let other people take charge..."

"It's the same for a person who is greedy for profit." Jiang Zheliu said, "Wuxin is just self-willed, and sin does not lead to death. If it is me who protects him in the end, and it is me who kills him, it's not worth it. laugh."

A-Chu nodded as if he understood. He was just an innocent book-wearing person who had not read the full text. Naturally, he hugged the protagonist's thigh honestly, nodding and applauding whatever he said.

But Jiang Ziliu's words were not for him, but for Wen Renye, who was on the side.

He looked away, watching the sullen little devil staring at the medicine stove without saying a word to him.

The candle flickered slightly, Jiang Zheliu looked at him for a while, and then said, "What were you doing before you came back today? Does it matter?"

Before Wen Renye hurried back, the demon world was prying open the third giant gate of Xuantong to kill the alien species inside. When the war was like a broken bamboo, the trembling sound of the ink bracelet suddenly sounded in his mind, and he returned without thinking. beside him.

The Xuantong Giant Gate is not actually a gate, but a crack in the ground. The demon world is barren and barren. It is only by relying on the three naturally formed Xuantong Giant Gates to obtain a large amount of resources and treasures. Under the cracks, there are many A multi-species indescribable alien life with undeveloped intelligence and viciousness.

At that time, the war situation had stabilized, and there should be no problems.

Wen Renye looked at the boiling concoction and said, "It's okay."

After he finished speaking, he turned his head and glanced at him, just in time to see Jiang Ziliu lowered his head to cover the ointment box, his eyelashes moved slightly, casting a faint shadow under the eyelids, he paused, and then slowly continued. .

"...I'm covered in blood, so I didn't scare you."

Jiang Zheliu glanced at him in surprise, and joked with a smile in his tone: "When I suppressed the border of the demon world, I was also covered in blood, were you scared by me?"

It was only then that Wen Renye realized that he asked a mentally retarded question, but when Jiang Ziliu suppressed the border of the demon world, he was too young, so he only heard about it, but did not see it with his own eyes.

After the medicine was dried, Jiang Zheliu took a few sips when he heard the other party's voice.

"In two days, we'll go to Dan Xin Guan."

The three words "Dan Xin Guan" are not unfamiliar, and even the medical practitioner who is going to find this time is not unfamiliar, and the name is familiar in all walks of life.

"Looking for the year of embers?" Jiang Zheliu said, "He doesn't save the disabled and dying."

"you are not."

"Okay, I'm not." Jiang Zheliu could only follow him and comfort him, "I try my best to live, and I will listen to you."