My Darling Sick Beauty

Snow stopped.

Chang Gan fry the medicine all morning, and when he turned his head, he saw A Chu holding his androgynous face and staring at the two great demons outside for a long time.

He stretched out his hand and swayed it in front of A Chu's eyes, and then again, and when he swayed for the third time, A Chu suddenly reacted and turned his head to look at him.

"What's wrong with you?" Chang Gan put the medicine bowl aside to dry, and after sitting down, looked out from his angle, and said, "I didn't see anything, why, are you in love with the demons? "

A Chu shook his head and said with a complicated expression, "Yesterday, the devil in red came over and borrowed several books from my brother."

"What book?" Chang Gan took a sip of tea.

""The Overbearing Demon Lord Falls in Love with Me", "The Demon Lord's Forced Love for Me", "The Demon Lord's Wife Runs with the Ball"..."

Chang Gan choked violently and almost spit out the tea in his mouth. He really couldn't figure out the taste of these adults. It's okay for the immortal brother to spend time watching it. The proverbial book!

Just when Xiao Snake's heart was shocked, he heard Xiao Lu on the side say quietly: "And they have been sitting at the door studying the book all morning, and they are still taking notes."

Chang Gan: "…"

"The more I look at it, the more I feel," A Chu's eyes were complicated and unspeakable, "There is a big problem with the education system in the demon world..."

The two little demons invariably worried about the country and the people for other races for a while, and then A Chu took the warming medicine bowl and went up to the second floor of the Pinewood Building.

A small candle was lit on the second floor, even during the day. Jiang Zheliu sat on the side reading a book, wearing a thin moon-white shirt with a plain-colored Taoist uniform on the outside, and the pipa buttons were not very tight.

His hand holding the book is slender and good-looking, and the hair that falls by his ear temples is also cold and frosty. Sitting there quietly, he is so beautiful that it makes people happy, and he likes it very much.

A Chu sighed again, and felt that the protagonist was the protagonist, which was too lethal. He slowly leaned over, caught by the breath of the celestial body, and couldn't sit still. Finally, he swallowed his saliva, calmed himself, and sat down beside him, stuffing the bitter medicine in his hand into his hand. inside.

Only then did Jiang Zheliu regain his senses. He put down the book and took the medicine bowl: "It's hard work."

Ah Chu's cheeks turned red, and inexplicably felt that the strange physique of the other party was becoming more and more distracting. He couldn't help but said, "Brother Zheliu, why do I feel that you... are getting more and more fragrant..."

Jiang Zheliu couldn't smell it himself. He studied the physique with a focused and serious attitude when he read the secret tome that he gave him before the year of embers, but there was no change in his emotions. He looked down at himself and asked, "What kind of smell is it?"

"Just...would like to knock you down. Like...like that..."

A Chu swallowed the "humanoid self-propelled spring medicine" in his mouth, and went through all kinds of strange settings such as abo, whistle, orc in his mind, but he couldn't find the type that matched it... This book he When I read it, it was a famous no-cp abuse text. Although it was a he ending in the end, the process was almost abusive, but because the protagonist's body was very poor from the beginning, it did not evolve into the kind that Jinjiang does not allow. plot.

A Chu has been here for so long, and he has realized that everything in front of him is different from the setting of the book he has seen before, and many of the plots have not been seen before, so he really does not know whether this physique is good or bad. He held his face and thought about it for a long time, before hesitatingly said: "Brother, is the interval between your two fevers shortened..."

Jiang Zheliu stopped drinking the medicine for a moment.

"Is there?"

"It seems there is." The more A Chu thought about it, the more he felt that he had developed towards Haitang. "This may be... this physique, the desire to survive..."

Jiang Zheliu had been under the pressure of cultivation before, and he had not had any problems for more than a thousand years. It has gradually become more and more serious since he lived in seclusion, but at present, there is no other impact except fever and sleepiness. There are not many books in this category, and Jiang Ziliu has no way of researching what will happen in the future.

It's just that no one reminded the seniors, and it shouldn't be a big problem if you think about it.

Jiang Zheliu pondered while drinking the medicine, and heard A Chu ask, "Why didn't I see Venerable Master Wenren?"

"He's going to pick up Xiaoyu." Jiang Zheliu said, "Xiaoyu sent me a letter saying that he would bring a patient here."

A Chu said in surprise: "Isn't Your Excellency Medical Sage never going out to see a doctor? There are times when you take patients on the road."

At this moment, the bamboo curtain that had fallen halfway outside was suddenly hit, and then lifted up. I saw Ember Nian leading a young man in a light blue Taoist uniform with one hand, while raising the bamboo curtain, he turned his head to look at the two demons at the door, and said with surprise: "What's the situation, you guys have opened up the landscape in Zhongnan Mountain. Are you traveling?"

Shi Binghen, who was outside, held his arms and shoved Yan Chuzhi, who was still taking notes beside the pestle, with a puzzled face: "Why can he enter the house?"

"That's for healing." The future teacher Yan Chuzhi didn't lift his head.

The two of them sit here every day like a black and white pair of evil spirits listening to the wall, like a pair of door gods. Ever since they came to Zhongnan Mountain with the lord to learn to rob, the mountain spirits and monsters here are all sighed and sighed. Jiang Xianzun refused to be ostentatious around him, and he had no chance of being adopted.

Especially in the semi-prototype, it was like raising two vicious dogs. The demons are all rough-skinned and thick-skinned, and all of them are fierce. Every night they listen to the corners of the wall, and they are invigorated. Yan Chuzhi is still muttering every day: "I don't want to be widowed anymore, I don't want to be widowed anymore..."

Shi Binghen watched helplessly as his courtship standards dropped from a beautiful and **** witch to a witch, and then to a devil. Recently, it seems that he can live well, and there is no bottom line.

Although Ember Year was the first time he came to Pinewood Building, he didn't see anything at all. He took a look at the overall style of the devil world, and admired the nesting skills of Lord Mozun, and finally found the nest on the second floor. The most expensive one.

He pulled the little mute and sat down.

Wen Renye was talking to the two demons outside, not knowing what they were communicating. Ember Nian took advantage of this gap, leaned over and asked in a low voice, "Have you two tried that Double Cultivation Secret Code?"

Hearing the word "Shuang. Xiu", A Chu's eyes glared like copper bells.

Jiang Zheliu coughed lightly and said, "Look at me, do you look like you've tried it?"

Neither of them avoided anyone else. Wang Moxuan on one side was mute, so it didn't matter if he heard it. Achu was too young to understand.

Yu Jinnian clicked his tongue twice, and stretched out his hand to check his pulse: "Everyone in the cultivation world knows that Zhu Wuxin is dead, and you still took away the Ling Xiaojian, how about it? Do you have any thoughts of coming back?"

"No, I want to live two more days."

"Senior Jiang is quite self-aware." Ember Nian carefully probed his pulse and channeled a trace of spiritual power into it. The more thoroughly he probed, the more strange his face became. He thought for a moment and said, "You..."

Jiang Zheliu made sufficient psychological preparations and said calmly, "How is it?"

Ember Nian turned his head and glanced outside the door, and saw Wen Renye stepping in, and the words pressed back on his lips: "It's okay."

"If there was no resurrection stone, your soul would have returned to heaven and earth by now, and your true spirit would have dissipated." Ember Nian took out a pen from the storage magic tool, penetrated the spiritual power, and wrote a new formula on the paper, " There is no other way, just keep it, the better you keep it, the longer you will live, if Wenren Zunzhu can keep you impeccable, maybe you can live a long time."

Jiang Zheliu saw the difference between him and his back and knew that there were some things he couldn't say in front of Wen Renye, so he asked, "Long life?"

"A hundred years..." For practitioners, a hundred years is just a flash of a finger. Ember Nian glanced at him while holding the pen holder, "No matter how good it is, it's a bit reluctant."

Jiang Zheliu was not disappointed, it was expected. But he noticed that Wen Renye's footsteps came to a sudden pause, and then returned to normal.

"It seems that I am doomed to delay you."

Jiang Zheliu said these words to the little devil in a calm and indifferent tone.

Wen Renye happened to walk in front of him, he didn't answer, but glanced at the half-drinking medicine bowl on the table, leaned over and said, "Bitter or not?"

"Huh? . . . um..."

Or this sudden feeding. Jiang Zheliu was stuffed with a piece of sweet and greasy preserved fruit. He chewed it slowly for a long time before swallowing it. He took another sip of tea and said, "You do this..."

The little devil raised his invisible big tail and other compliments, like a wolf dog squinting happily.

"...The remaining half bowl, I can't drink it anymore."

Wen Renye: "…"

He was suddenly silent for a long time, grinding his back molars in anger, then leaned in and kissed him fiercely, with a very frightening aura, full of questioning and villainous breath: "Why are you used to being squeamish."

Ember Nian, who was on the side, looked at it with relish, and quickly covered the eyes of the little mute, and said in a low voice, "Don't look at it, you will see no evil in a while."

Wang Moxuan raised his hand and slowly wrote on the back of his hand:

"Big devil?"

Ember Year couldn't help the smile on his lips, and whispered against his ear: "Just get used to it."

——

There is a bamboo garden next to the pine wood building, which was built when Wenren arrived at the beginning of the night.

It's just that due to Jiang Ziliu's physical reasons, the Ember Year stayed in the pine wood building most of the time. He sat next to him and watched the little mute respectfully play chess with Senior Jiang. The two of them played chess silently. You came and I went, vertical and horizontal, but it was so silent that there was not even a single sound, only the pieces were left beating the chess The crisp sound of the pinnacle.

Wang Moxuan couldn't speak, and Jiang Zheliu was cold and reserved. No matter how wonderful the two of them were, they didn't have the cultural level to watch in the Year of Ember, but they felt extremely boring.

He is a wild way, watching these two orthodox monks from the four four immortal gates in this game, except for the beauty in front of him, which is worth watching, he can't understand anything else, and finally he can't help this snarky mouth: "You really killed Zhu Wuxin with your own hands?"

It is really a minefield of disco, which pot is not opened to mention which pot.

Jiang Zheliu Luozi's fingertips paused slightly, and replied lightly, "En."

"The decisiveness exceeded my expectations." Ember Nian said, "Wang Wenyuan said that Zhu Wuxin was dead when he was negotiating with me. His news seems to be faster than others. Maybe he has been closely watching the Lingxiao faction."

In terms of Wang Wenyuan's ultimate goal, it is not surprising to watch the Lingxiao faction.

Jiang Zheliu gently turned the chess piece between his fingers, and suddenly thought that with his unintentional age and experience, it was actually difficult to find a way to enter the bottom of the Styx and wake up He Zuo.

Wang Wenyuan may have played a role in it. When the various sects came to visit Dan Xinguan that day, neither of them came.

He was distracted, and his chess was not as steady as before. The young man on the opposite blocked the way and took three white stones.

"This person is cunning and cunning, beyond brute force." Ember Nian stared at the chessboard, pretending to understand if he didn't understand, "Not to mention that he has a lock sound spell in his hand, I have to think of a way..."

"His purpose has been achieved." Jiang Zheliu said, "When my junior brother dies, the Lingxiao faction..."

"Don't worry about this." Ember Year frowned, "You can't think too much about this situation, your mind is worn out, and your body is the most worn out. Speaking of which, I have to ask you—"

He stopped talking, glanced outside, saw no one, and then heard Jiang Ziliu's voice.

"Little Demon King, Shi Binghen and the others went back, how can the Lord of the Realm keep guarding in such a barren place." Jiang Zheliu took a sip of tea, "What the **** are you talking about, so you can't see people?"

As soon as Ember Nian heard that Ren Ye was absent, he smiled and glanced at him up and down, and said, "It's not a big deal, it's just that your physique is suppressed by your lack of cultivation, and you're going to die of thirst."

Jiang Zheliu almost choked on this sip of tea, he turned his head and coughed twice, his fingertips gripping the tea cup so hard that they turned slightly red.

The little mute on the opposite side also stopped his hand and focused his eyes on the chessboard, pretending that he didn't hear anything.

"I didn't think it was right before, not even a celestial spirit body can sway people to this level."

Ember Nian sniffed the faint breath in the air, and felt that the air mixed with the surrounding was sweet. This was not a real sense of olfactory stimulation, but a pseudo sense of smell acting on the soul, so the degree of sweetness Should be different from person to person.

"I didn't find out until I re-explored your veins." Ember Nian supported his chin with one hand, "The resurrection stone is full of vitality and stimulates your physique. And your physique is not suppressed by the cultivation base, and now... it's getting harder and harder to clean up. already."

Jiang Zheliu rubbed the teacup with his fingertips, and his ink eyes were calmly looking at the chessboard in front of him, unable to see what was going on in his mind, and after a while, he slowly asked, "Then the resurrection stone…"

"Don't even think about taking it down." Ember Year completely cut off his thoughts, "You know what you are relying on now, and you know it in your heart. If you want to take this thing down, unless you want to cut off your vitality, you will die within half a month."

The massive change in the Netherworld had already spread to all parties, and it was not easy for Wen Renye to find him even in the year of Ember even with his heels. What's more, for Jiang Ziliu to end Zhu Wuxin's life, his junior brother must have done something extremely scoundrel.

Jiang Zheliu sighed softly.

On the chessboard, black and white are intertwined, like two dragons entangled. At this point, it is actually a deadlock.

"The celestial spirit body is not a cauldron physique. All its characteristics are for your sake." Ember Year has read the yellow books, and he is not particularly familiar with this physique, but he will never open his mouth. "Just your body..."

The deadlock is here, even if both of them are willing, Jiang Zheliu's physical condition is also a big problem, not to mention that he has not asked the little devil's consent.

The two people with few words watched the chess in silence, one was counting the next few steps to get a few more moves, and the other was observing the part where the opponent was holding his pawns. It's just that Jiang Zheliu was distracted thinking about this matter, and some couldn't keep up with the other party's rhythm.

"What will happen if you ignore it all the time?"

Ember Year exhausted his lifelong medical experience and the achievements of reading pornographic literature. He touched his chin and thought for a long time, and then said: "Maybe it will be ripened to the extreme soon."

Jiang Zheliu turned his eyes around quietly and looked at him with an ice-like expression: "Speak human words."

"Ah this... I can't predict the final situation." Yu Jinnian was sobered by his eyes, and immediately turned from yellow to white, "But the aura on your body may expand and spread, and all the spirits and monsters in Zhongnan Mountain are all over the place. I can smell it."

"...that's nothing."

"It's nothing." Ember Year nodded perfunctorily, "At most, it's like catnip fell into a group of cats, and was sucked by the demon clan and took a big bite."

Jiang Zheliu: "…"

"It's mainly Wen Renye." Your Excellency Medical Sage kindly worried for him, "The **** of the demon race is very kind of... I'm really afraid that he won't be able to control it, otherwise, you, you let him go to the palace?"