My Darling Sick Beauty

Quiet time in the middle of the night.

The water waves rippling outside the Danxin Guan, like layers of ripples appearing on the lake surface like a mirror.

Ember Year sits on the futon, and the medicine stove by his hand emits a strong fragrance. He held the whisk in the other hand, and half rested it on the medicine stove.

The scent of the medicine is fragrant. The male Taoist boy on the side was half-kneeling, holding the medicine cup and pounding the herbs, and the medicine pestle made a crisp collision sound.

The moon enters the window.

This potion needs to collect moonlight to be released, so it is refined at this moment. Ember Nian glanced at Moon Frost in front of him, his fingertips just covered the furnace cover, and suddenly stopped.

He heard small footsteps.

After listening for a moment in Ember Year, he withdrew his hand and raised his eyes to look at the person who came from Su Ye.

The other party's footsteps were very slow, and after waiting for a while, he appeared in front of Ember Year's eyes. The visitor was a young man, wearing the guardian robe of Tianji Pavilion, with starry patterns and emblems on his body, long hair like ink, and handsome eyes.

"…It's you."

Ember Nian glanced at it and twitched the corners of his lips: "Wang Wenyuan doesn't dare to come?"

"My brother was poisoned by the poison of the heart, and he understood the mind and temperament of His Excellency Medical Sage, so naturally he dared not set foot there again."

Wang Moxuan sat opposite him, sitting on the ground very calmly, with one hand on his knee, and raised his eyes to look over.

Although Wang Moxuan's name is the guardian of the Heavenly Secret Pavilion, he is actually Wang Wenyuan's half-brother... It's just that his brother's name is not so easy.

Ember Nian stared at him for a moment, then suddenly said, "Can you speak?"

"It's temporary, I'm here to negotiate for my brother." He pointed to his heart, "There's a heart-splitting cicada in here, and my brother can hear the content of the conversation between you and me."

Ember Nian sneered and said, "You and I are classmates of the youth, I am a humble person with no family and no sect, you are the second young master brought back by Tianji Pavilion, how come you have become like this now, and you are covered all over. They are all curses and worms, and even whether or not they can speak depends on others to control them, making people not ghosts or ghosts... It is indeed a true sect of brothers and sisters."

He was mocking Wang Wenyuan for listening, and he didn't show mercy.

"What's there to talk about. Cone Heart Poison Powder and Wutong Hanqing Powder are both chronic poisons that gradually flare up. You should let your brother wait to die. As for you, wait another half a year and collect his corpse alive."

Wang Moxuan looked at him and shook his head, lowered his head and glanced at his heart, raised his hand in sign language and said silently to Ember Nian:

We have the same fate.

He will die with Wang Wenyuan.

Ember Nian's eyes were stunned, and the hand holding the whisk was tightened suddenly. After a while, he slowly released it. He let out a breath and said, "Why, are you still not willing to collect the corpse?"

He can't show his worries, that's the handle, and the initiative will not be in his hands at that time.

Wang Moxuan said: "I only have this relative. Even if he is harsher to me, I can't lose him."

Even if it sounded like a lie, the Year of Ember tickles his teeth. He looked at Wang Moxuan's submissive face, and his brain was buzzing.

Wang Moxuan was the second young master who was exiled from the Tianji Pavilion due to factional battles. He was poisoned when he was still in the womb, and he was born unable to speak. After he was brought back, he and Wang Wenyuan were indeed brothers and sisters, living a carefree life, and his voice was healed, but since the old pavilion owner passed away and his brother took over, the other party suddenly became dumb again.

Tianji Pavilion said to the outside world that the old disease had relapsed. Later, Ember Nian sent him a letter asking him if he needed medical treatment, but it was the first time the two had the opportunity to meet since his elder brother took over... Ember Nian thought he was unwilling to do so. When I communicated with myself, it was not until I saw Wang Wenyuan's scheming with my own eyes a few days ago that I realized that things were not so simple.

Since that day, Ember Year has only started to collect rumors and news of Tianji Pavilion. After deliberately inquiring, I found a lot of rumors... Nothing is secret, but ordinary people will not believe it.

When he saw him tonight and heard him say that there was a heart-cutting cicada in his chest, he completely believed it. And those ridicules are not only mockery, but also threats and temptations to Wang Wenyuan.

"Family? Does this **** take you as a family member? You are just an object that he plays with, and you deserve to say the word family."

Ember Year showed a look of nostalgia, and every word poked his heart: "He wants to watch the dragon fight and the tigers will fight and reap the profits. Well, since he asked me, I will give him a little hope."

He raised his eyes and looked at the person in front of him, raised his hand and squeezed the collar of the other person's painted Tianji Pavilion star map, half of his face sank into the night, and his tone was lingering and ambiguous: "As long as he keeps your brother with me for one night. I'll give him a chance."

Wang Moxuan didn't expect him to say such a thing. The two looked at each other for a moment, and instantly understood each other's intentions. He took a breath and said after a while, "...Is that so?"

Ember year lowered his head and took off his neckline, his eyes swept over the knife wound on his heart, he reached out and touched the other's bright and white chest, and he felt the vibration of the heart-piercing cicada, he lowered his head and got very close, Creating an auditory illusion, he stretched out his hand and groped for a while, and came across the seal script of the same fate on the lower waist.

...really cruel.

"What?" Ember Nian pressed against his ear, his voice frivolous, "Will Wang Wenyuan miss you?"

When Ember Year said this, his tone was extremely romantic, but his expression and eyes were as clear as water.

He wanted to write down the curse, Qiwen, and traces of Gu worms and poisons on the opponent's body. This was almost the only chance.

No one can do it except him.

And... he hadn't heard this person's voice for a long time.

The acting skills of the two are not bad, and the dialogue and emotional control between each other are enough to be fake. Although they only need to use their voices to create an illusion, they don't have to go into battle with real swords, but they have no experience after all. In the year of embers, there is still the guidance of Xiao Huangshu, but Wang Moxuan can only rely on intuition to guess, but it is just right.

After "after the incident", Ember Nian remembered the last chiwen pattern in his mind, turned his head and glanced at the stunned ginseng doll, frowned and pressed his lips to keep him silent.

After not seeing each other for many years, it was such an embarrassing situation when we first met.

Wang Moxuan lowered his head and put on his clothes again, his voice was still hoarse.

"Now you can..."

"No." Ember Year cut off his words, "I can give him the pill to relieve the pain. If he wants to live two more years, he will find a way to kill Zhu Wuxin. I want Zhu Wuxin to regret it before he dies. Kowtow in front of Senior Jiang to make amends. As for you—"

He leaned over and approached, stretched out his hand and rubbed the other's lips, not knowing what to think, he suddenly leaned in and took a bite.

It was bitten, and a few drops of blood appeared, and the lips were swollen.

The other party didn't move, but frowned lightly, undetectable, and had an unusual trust in the Ember Year.

Ember Nian smelled the blood on his lips and looked up at him.

... Even the blood on his body is mixed with the smell of all kinds of poisons, no matter how difficult it can be smashed into his hands.

He suppressed the anger in his heart deeply, and continued: "You, it's still delicious."

The moonlight projected along this sentence and fell on the other side's slightly trembling eyelashes. Ember Year's tone paused, and he said something mysteriously: "... Come again next time?"

"Please, Your Excellency Medical Saint, give me the medicine to relieve the pain in the heart... There will be a next time."

Ember Nian glanced at his chest, hooked the other party's light blue belt tightly, sat back in place, and glanced at the medicine stove: "Okay, let's go after taking the medicine, tell Wang Wenyuan, don't think I treat you What kind of nostalgia is there, what kind of conspiracy is involved, your level is not as good as a lowly furnace."

The harder he spoke, the more Wang Moxuan wanted to laugh. He smiled silently, took the medicine bottle, bowed to the year of the Ember, and then quietly left the Dan Xinguan.

Bright moon.

Ember Year sat in the same place, closed his eyes and paused for a long time without speaking. The ginseng doll on the side came over and said slightly awkwardly: "Master, why are you talking about people like that? You said that, why is he laughing..."

"...I don't know either." Ember murmured in a low voice, "If it was before, he should have cried to me long ago."

——

The more Jiang Zheliu's treatment progressed, the more medicine he had to take.

The effects of these medicines vary, but none of them can be missed. It's just that his eyes have finally recovered, which is really gratifying.

Wen Renye took off the long silk blindfolded for him by himself, held the other's cheek and stared at it for a while, and after a while, he said, "...It seems to look better."

Jiang Zheliu saw the other party clearly again, and was still a little unaccustomed to this kind of relatively strong light. He closed his eyes and opened them again, slowed down for a while, and then replied, "Maybe it looks better in your dream."

He just said it casually, but the little devil really had him in his dream.

Hearing this sentence, Wen Renye couldn't help but think of some messy things in the dream. Just when he was carrying a budding demon heart, he saw Jiang Ziliu took out a book from the bed. .

On the cover of the book are the very serious words "The Great Way".

His eyes are healed, and his enjoyment of reading has returned.

Wen Renye looked at him calmly turning over the pages of the book, still coveted in his heart for the book he and Ember Year talked about a few days ago, reached out and put his hand on the edge of the page and asked, "You didn't see it before. , why do you want to put it by the bed?"

Jiang Zheliu knew that he wanted to see it, so he was just asking for words, so he gave him a generous look at the content, and calmly said, "In order to raise the pillow."

...what a useful answer.

Wen Renye took the book and reviewed the content and questions, with a rigorous attitude similar to Jinjiang's review. After reading for a long time, he couldn't find any content below the neck, so he assuredly returned this dog-blooded popular book to him.

As soon as the little devil sat down with confidence, he heard his sweetheart ask in a very calm and soft voice.

"How did your demons reproduce?"

Wen Renye's heart jumped, thinking of the mating methods that are hard to see and describe in the devil world, and then looked at Jiang Zheliu, who was pure and clean in front of him, feeling that his future was worrying, he hesitated to ask: "Are you interested? ?"

It wasn't that he was particularly interested, but the content of the book that was kept privately in the year of embers aroused his curiosity. Jiang Zheliu just asked casually, and didn't expect Wen Renye to really answer, after all, this kind of thing can be considered privacy at any time.

If Wen Renye really wanted to share this privacy with him, he probably wouldn't be able to bear this weak bone.

"It's fine if you don't say it." Jiang Zheliu turned the page, "I don't necessarily need to know, I just think about it occasionally and ask casually."

He is indeed the most learned person in the world of comprehension. It's just that the category of erudition does not include these, there is a professional in the art industry, and he is not selling pornographic books.

He spoke rather calmly.

But the little devil was already affected by this sentence. He thought about it for a long time, but in the end he couldn't hold back. He leaned over to hold his hand turning the book, and gradually got closer, took a deep breath on him, and said in a low voice: " I tell you?"

Jiang Zheliu is tireless in his pursuit of knowledge, and naturally he will not refuse. He closed the book gracefully and looked at the little devil in front of him.

Wen Renye leaned against his ear, his breath was warm, and he whispered to him implicitly for a while, briefly narrating the most common types of demons, and then he paused, and his tone was a little uneasy: "The royal family of the demon world does not Too much the same."

Although the ones he mentioned earlier were ferocious, they were still within Jiang Zheliu's expectations and were not particularly strange. He nodded and looked up at him, not thinking what he would hear next.

"In the case of the prototype, the duration will be very long." Wen Renye whispered, "You won't be able to stand it."

Jiang Zheliu moved for a while, and his ears were a little flustered and hot. He casually picked up the tea cup from the table beside him, avoided the other party, and lowered his head to take a sip.

"There is a structure in the middle that will get stuck in it." Wen Renye said with a slight pause, "If it's not moist enough, it will hurt a lot."

Jiang Zheliu couldn't listen anymore. Considering his age and experience, even if he saw Huo Chun Gong on the spot, he probably wouldn't frown, but the little devil held his hand and said these few words in a low tone. At that time, he couldn't stand it at all. The experience of reading so many little yellow books seemed to be fed to the dog, and it turned into a clean, not a drop.

In the end, he shouldn't be curious about this kind of thing because of that popular science book. The reason why he is erudite is because his curiosity and thirst for knowledge are stronger. He feels that the more you know, the more invisible weight... But now that he has retired, he doesn't need to worry about Lingxiao's faction anymore, and he doesn't need to habitually carry on this thirst for knowledge.

Jiang Zheliu was a little annoyed, and while reflecting, he said, "I see, I know, you don't need to say it..."

"Although the humanoid structure of the Demon Race is normal, it actually has no ability to reproduce when it maintains a human shape." Wen Renye stared at him and said, "There must be at least a part of the demonization in order to have the ability to copulate and reproduce... Yu. Demon except."

Jiang Zheliu was stared unnaturally by him. He moved a few inches to the inside of the bed, stared at him and said, "Demonization, for example?"

Wen Renye lowered his head, buried it on his shoulder, paused, took a deep breath, and then after a while, he stepped back a few inches.

Jiang Zheliu saw the magic horn between the other party's black hair.

It is covered with blood-red patterns, and the demon seal script is wrapped around it layer by layer. The undertone is dark purple, almost approaching pitch black.

He kept wanting to touch it.

I don't dare now.

Jiang Zheliu's main reason is not that he is afraid that Wen Ren Ye will not allow it, but the main reason is that the current atmosphere is too subtle. There was an indescribable feeling surging on the other side, both dangerous and tempting, the faint scent of pine and cypress mixed with lust... He felt that as an elder, he should not be able to distinguish the breath of the young predator from the present moment. of danger.

Although he is usually said to be a big devil, Jiang Zheliu doesn't really have the hobby of wanting to be ravaged. He restrained his hand, and tried his best to ask in the simple direction of popularizing knowledge: "Under what circumstances will it be demonized?"

"The fighting spirit is boiling, strenuous exercise, and body temperature rises." Wen Ren looked at him intently at night, "and... courtship instinct."

Jiang Zheliu: "...This is quite spiritual."

Not only spiritual, but simply intelligent.

Spirituality is not only demonization, but also the dependence developed by the two of them due to their relationship with God. Although Jiang Zheliu was very restrained, his eyes stayed on the pair of magic horns for a few more seconds. And Wen Renye was very concerned about his every move, which directly caused the little devil to see the other party's thoughts at a glance, and lowered his head to touch him without hesitation.

In the end, Jiang Ziliu couldn't resist the temptation.

The pattern is coiled and covered with magic seals, and it feels a bit stubborn and hard to the touch. The blood-colored pattern on it is higher than the surrounding temperature, and it seems to contain a strong magical energy.

He moved his hand away and said after a long while, "Actually, it looks like it suits you very well, and the ferocity is revealed."

Wenren hugged him in the middle of the night, and said "um" in a dull voice. He didn't know what he was thinking. After a while, he approached Jiang Zheliu's ear and said in a low voice, "I really want to..."

Only these three words.

The voice behind did not speak.

If he didn't say it, Jiang Zheliu could also guess. He reluctantly reached out and hugged back, as if to appease a manic-depressed beast: "No, you will break me."

The person in the arms of this big devil is made of crystal, and it is too easy to break.

Wen Renye didn't speak, and hugged him a little lowly, just when Jiang Ziliu thought the other party had given up, he was suddenly overwhelmed by him on the bed.

It was said to be overwhelming, but in fact it didn't have much effort. Baby Wen Renye was like something, and he didn't exert any effort at all.

The little devil on his body was buried on his shoulders, and he said in a low voice, "I will go back to the devil world to deal with affairs in two days. The Xuantong giant gate can't be opened halfway. You are wearing my bracelet, and you are not allowed to take it off. I have something to do. Must come back."

"Okay." Jiang Zheliu said, "If you go for a long time, you can go directly back to Zhongnan Mountain when you come back."

According to Ember Year, there is a resurrection stone to support his body, and when the prescription is stabilized, it is the same wherever he is to recuperate and old age, and he does not have to stay in the alchemy view all the time.

Wen Renye felt a little uneasy about going back, but glanced at the bracelet on his wrist and didn't say anything, but took another sip from the person in his arms, and said slowly, "I think..."

"…You do not want."

Jiang Zheliu interrupted in time.

It's not that he hangs the little devil, but it really doesn't work. As long as Jiang Zheliu made an estimate, he would be able to think of where his corpse could be kept for a longer time tomorrow.

Wen Renye fell silent again.

He is indeed very patient, but the aura of the fusion of the heavenly spirit body and the resurrection stone on Jiang Ziliu's body is really too strong. Wen Renye is already a half-step Jinxian, and he has been out of food for a long time, so he should not feel hungry, but holding the other party in his arms, that kind of strange and indescribable "hunger" is still very torturing the devil's mind.

Jiang Zheliu slowly comforted him until the other party's breath became lower and lower, and his slightly warm lips touched the corners of his mouth, with a trace of surging enthusiasm.

He moved.

This pause seemed to give Wen Renye the courage to continue. He found that Jiang Ziliu was not disgusted, so he moved over tentatively, gently pressed against his lips, and traced the smooth and gentle edge of the other party's lips.

Jiang Zheliu's body temperature is very low, and it is a heavenly spirit body. For the demons who are born with a lot of heat, it is so comfortable to hold them that they don't want to let go at all.

He didn't dare to go too far, just kissed each other very intimately and softly. When Jiang Zheliu's breathing became chaotic, he whispered: "...Do you like it?"

Although he knew that the other party was not disgusted, he didn't want Jiang Ziliu to endure it just to cooperate with him.

After a while, the other party coughed softly and said, "You seem... courageous."

Wen Renye was apprehensive, for fear that he would not like it: "Really..."

"Well." Jiang Zheliu lay on the bed and let out a long breath, feeling that his heart was about to recover with the other party, he smiled and said slowly: "I have grown."

Wen Renye was stunned for a moment. He couldn't tell the difference between east, west and northwest by the smile of his sweetheart. He lowered his head and stared at each other, his purple eyes shining brightly: "...Then, then let me kiss again..."

——

Two days later, Venerable Wen Wenren returned to the Demon Realm after a thousand exhortations and turned back three steps, in such a manner that he wished he could keep his eyes here.

Chang Gan and A Chu finally had the chance to get close to the immortal brother. As long as Wen Renye was by Jiang Ziliu's side in many things on weekdays, it would be impossible for others to intervene. Can't take care of oneself.

Chang Gan happily changed the tea in the teapot, and then prepared to take a sip next to the humanoid catnip, just in time to see Jiang Ziliu sitting on his beloved little chair reading a book.

What he read was the book given by Yu Guanzhu. The book cover was simple and elegant, and the title of the book was very serious, but the content seemed to be content that children could not read.

Chang Gan just glanced at it, didn't pay too much attention, and didn't know what was said in it. At this moment, Jiang Zheliu turned the last page of this book, and he has not been able to completely recover from these wonderful knowledge.

He raised his eyes and looked at Chang Gan thoughtfully for a while, then suddenly asked, "Xiao Gan, is your mother a snake demon?"

Chang Gan didn't know why he suddenly asked this, he was half-demon and half-demon, his father was a demon, and his mother was a demon, so he nodded as a matter of course: "My mother is the snake king's youngest daughter, and my father is in free love, I Dad's first wife was Yu.mo, but she passed away long ago. He only met my mother later... But I am confusing the blood of the royal family of the demon realm. After my father died, my half-brother always thought about it. Kill me, fortunately my uncle stopped me."

Jiang Zheliu was silent for a while, not knowing where the focus was shifted, he thought about it: "...It's really a heroic mother."

Chang Gan: "...Uh, ah?"