My Darling Sick Beauty

Ember Year didn't hear Lord Mozun's reply, and thought that the two of them were not in harmony in this respect, and thinking about the big news last night, it was inevitable that Senior Jiang would be a little worried.

He asked the little mute to sit outside and wait for a while, then he approached Wen Renye and asked in a low voice, "How is it? I'm not angry with you, are you?"

Wen Renye didn't know what would happen to the other party when he woke up. He first nodded, then shook his head, before saying, "I don't know either."

Ember Nian said: "My medicine is the best, and it will definitely not leave any injuries..."

His words stopped abruptly when he saw Jiang Zhe Liulu's hand outside the quilt.

Jiang Xianzun's hands have always been good-looking, but they are too narrow and slender, and the slender knuckles are softly curled up, very beautiful. But the bite marks on it were too obvious, and there were circles of bruises on the wrist.

"...My God..." Ember Nian choked for a while, then turned his head to look at Venerable Wenren with a blank face, and blurted out, "Dog, who are you?"

Wen Renye: "...I didn't try hard."

"Who believes your words?" His Excellency Medical Sage regretted instantly, and even had the slightest doubt about his medical skills. He reached out and pulled Jiang Zheliu's wrist, pulled up the snow-white thin shirt, and introduced a trace of spiritual energy into it.

Everything is fine, and it doesn't appear to have caused any serious damage. It's just that the **** of the demons has always been long-lasting, and he is just too tired.

Ember Year breathed a sigh of relief, and then saw a deep red hickey where the other party's sleeves were rolled up, and the teeth marks were also very clear, as if he had been bitten fiercely.

He froze for a moment, and looked at Wen Renye with the eyes of beasts.

Wen Ren Ye Zi's eyes were calm and looked back blankly.

"It's really not a thing!" After holding back for a long time, Ember Nian said this, and then put the other party's frosty and cool wrist back like a piece of fragile porcelain.

Jiang Zheliu slept soundly.

Lord Mozun, who was scolded several times, did not defend himself. He just looked at him silently and asked, "...How about this..."

"What's the matter." Doctor Xiaoyu was very fierce, "Don't you know how to be gentle?"

Wen Renye: "..."

He was really useless.

This seems to be the characteristics of the heavenly spirit body, or the side effect of encountering medicinal pills after fever, which makes his body very sensitive, and the pain and... that kind of pleasure are multiplying.

Yu Jhinian guessed so, and chatted with Wen Renye in this direction. The other party listened to it for a long time, and felt that it was possible.

With the courage of this Lord Demon, it really doesn't look like such a beast of a demon.

He tried to open two bottles of external warming elixir, thought for a while, and then explained to Wen Renye how to apply it for a long time. The two of them finished talking about the patient in perfect harmony, and Ember Nian only restrained his smile. Pull Lord Mozun aside.

"Under the mountain..." He paused, "It's all demons?"

Those demons forbid the migration of the little monsters that are common in Zhongnan Mountain. Since this morning, those who leave here have been unable to return, and any creatures who want to leave are also difficult to go out.

Wen Ren Ye Zi's eyes narrowed slightly and looked at him silently.

Even if the other party was not malicious, Ember Year was still stared at by the eyes of the half-step Jinxian Great Demon. He thought for a long time and asked in a low voice, "Does Senior Jiang know?"

Wen Renye shook his head slightly.

"How long will it take?"

The other party was silent for a moment, without giving a definite answer: "until the dust settles."

Ember Year let out a slow breath.

How long will the dust settle? Even with his not-so-sensitive sense of smell, he could already sense that this was no small matter. Sealing up Mount Zhongnan was probably not for others, but simply for Senior Jiang.

He didn't ask Wen Renye what he was going to do, but frowned deeply and said, "Aren't you afraid that he will get angry if you don't tell him?"

"He'll be worried."

"Worried?" Ember Nian glanced at him up and down and questioned, "Is he worried about you?"

In the eyes of Ember Year, Wen Renye, a demon with thick skin and strong self-healing ability, don't worry about him, it's good not to worry about his opponent.

Dr. Xiaoyu patted him on the shoulder and said sympathetically, "Wait to coax people. Is that what you can hide from what you say? ... If it wasn't for the collective breakup of the little monsters in Zhongnan Mountain last night, they would be empty at first glance. Yes, I really didn't notice that you set up the Demon Race."

"Don't leave anytime soon."

Wen Renye glanced over at the bed.

"I can't get out if I want to."

"Tsk, that's right." Ember Nian estimated that his contact with the ginseng doll was useless, and glanced at him, "Lord Mozun is really ruthless."

Just when he felt that the ruthless Wen Ren Ye was quite in line with this evaluation, he saw that the other party was a very good wife and mother to dry a cup of tea for Senior Jiang, and then sat by the bed and watched without doing anything, with extremely focused eyes. , like a special edition watchdog.

Year of Embers: "..."

Forget it, that's it.

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Jiang Zheliu slept all day and night.

When he opened his eyes again, the fatigue that was slightly overloaded was slightly relieved. It was still dark outside, and it was raining lightly, and it had not been sunny for several days.

as if there was no light.

But a small candle was lit in the screen, and it was softly lit. There was a handful of pine wood chips in the hollowed out incense burner, and it burned for a long time.

Jiang Zheliu looked at the window with the sound of rain not far away, raised his hand slightly, and encountered a pair of hard magic horns. The blood-colored patterns on them were entangled and climbed.

As soon as he touched it like this, Wen Renye opened his eyes and looked up at him.

The little devil didn't seem to fall asleep, and the spirits of the devils were all good.

He held the cold and hard magic horn in his hand, and after rubbing it for a while, he let go, and wanted to speak, but the voice he made was so hoarse that it almost didn't look like his.

Jiang Zheliu stopped talking in time, stretched out his hand to squeeze his throat, and raised his eyes to look at Wen Renye.

The little devil was also very nervous, and handed him a cup of tea, which seemed to have something else in it, exuding a sweet smell.

Jiang Zheliu took the tea cup and found that it was just warm inside, so he lowered his head and took a few sips, moistening his lips and throat, and then reluctantly said, "...How long have I slept?"

"It didn't take long." Wen Renye said without changing his expression, "Just a while."

Jiang Zheliu believed his evil and continued to drink tea with his head down.

His clothes were untidy, and the thin shirt on his shoulders slipped a little, revealing a large number of hickeys and bruises inside, all of which were evidence against Wen Renye's cruelty. The little devil looked more and more guilty, but his eyes stopped on him and couldn't move, the closer he got.

The celestial spirit body subsided, and the sweet fragrance on Jiang Zheliu's body gradually subsided, leaving the slightly cold ice and snow aura of his own Tao body, and a hint of vitality mixed with the effect of the resurrection stone.

Either way it smells so good, it makes people want to get close and stick to it.

He thought so, and then did the same, a pair of hard magic horns slowly rubbed against him, then got closer and closer, leaned over and hugged him.

Jiang Zheliu's hand holding the teacup paused slightly, then looked up at him. He was still not feeling well, so the little devil came over, smelled something delicious, and then whispered into his ear.

"Is there any pain?"

Of course there is.

Jiang Zheliu didn't want to say that he actually had a lot of pain in his body, but it would be too detrimental to his face as a senior, so he didn't say anything, just lowered his head and drank tea, ignoring him.

Jiang Zheliu ignored him, it didn't mean that the little devil himself couldn't speak. He asked Jiang Ziliu for a long time, from general to detailed, and finally almost evenly distributed to each organ, when he talked about the most humiliating part, Jiang Zheliu stared back with a look.

Warming the tea to moisten his throat, his throat got better, and then he slowly said, "Don't talk about it, stay away from me, I'll be fine in a few days."

If he was close, he might have been tossed about it.

Wen Renye was terribly disliked, but decided not to leave. His gaze moved down from the hickey on the other's shoulder, spread over the collarbone, and then reached out and tugged at the other's shirt, wanting to take another look...

Then his hand was squeezed.

Jiang Zheliu looked at him calmly, with an expression of disapproval.

It's not just disapproval, it's just questioning.

Wen Renye stared at the bite marks on his hand and said after a while, "...I'll take a look at the injury."

Well said.

Jiang Zheliu looked at him and said, "It's okay."

This is quite unconvincing. He didn't look like he was okay.

The little devil was disobedient and wanted to fully understand the other party's injury. In the end, he watched Jiang Ziliu turn around and covered his beloved little quilt, completely ignoring him.

... which seems to mark the beginning of a unilateral Cold War.

At noon the next day, Changgan saw his little uncle sitting at the table on the second floor borrowing a drink to relieve his sorrows. His mind turned a little, and he knew that it was the little uncle who had quarreled with the immortal brother. He felt that the two of them had nothing to do with each other. Mature, so he put the medicine bowl on the table and left it beside Wen Renye to ask a few questions.

Standing on his uncle's side, Chang Gan earnestly complained that the immortal brother ignored him, and then took the medicine and sent it to the back of the screen——

I saw all kinds of looming scars on Jiang Ziliu's body.

Chang Gan's mind was empty, looking at the red mark on his finger, he stammered: "Brother, are you alright..."

Jiang Ziliu is getting more and more difficult to drink medicine now, and frowns in bitterness. As soon as he heard this sentence, he realized that the other party had misunderstood, and explained: "It doesn't actually hurt."

Nobody believed it. Chang Gan stared at it for a long time, then turned around and went out. When he passed Wen Ren Ye, he ignored it and ran downstairs.

In less than a quarter of an hour, A Chu also knew about his abuse of the immortal brother.

The two little demons gritted their teeth in anger. The nose is not the nose or the eyes, not the eyes. When A Chu came in to change the new clothes for the immortal brother, he whispered, "Scum attack."

Jiang Zheliu was very close to A Chu, he heard it all at once, raised his eyes slightly, looked over, and repeated: "Scum attack?"

"Yes. From our place." Xiaolu snorted angrily, "For those who plunder, rob, abuse, humiliate, and don't take it as a human being, they will all be called scum attack!"

Jiang Zheliu was silent for a moment, then glanced at Wen Renye behind him: "He actually..."

"Brother, you don't have to face him." Chu was indignant, "How could he treat you like this! You are so vulnerable!"

This sentence is true. Jiang Ziliu still has back pain, and his muscles and bones are making him weak. He is not very comfortable, and he is particularly uncomfortable in a certain place, so he gradually changed his words and said, "Yes, it is too much."

So the excessive Demon Lord crawled into his bed that night.

The candlelight flickered violently, dragging a string of warm shadows on the wall. The moonlight penetrates into the wooden window, forming a borderline of half gold and half silver with the warm light.

After the rain stopped, the night wind was soft.

Today's dark clouds also dissipated, allowing Jiang Zheliu to see a pair of the brightest stars. It seemed very aggrieved, but he looked half expectantly, and turned from bright purple to deep purple.

The little devil's horn pressed against him, rubbing against him, and then biting his lips again, kissing his throat, as if letting out air, but he didn't exert any force, and only took a light bite.

Then he watched helplessly at Jiang Ziliu's neck.

Terribly squeamish.

"What's the matter with you." Wen Ren Ye said with dissatisfaction, "Why do you just touch..."

Jiang Zheliu sighed softly and speculated: "It may be due to the constitution and medication. Some things are not normal."

This situation is indeed a little unusual, but Jiang Zheliu's speculation is exactly the same as what Ember Year said.

However, the reason why the two of them are not in a hurry is the same... This symptom was also mentioned in the book about the double cultivation secret book about the heavenly spirit body, and it is written in the book. Although the credibility may not be high, it is a reference direction after all.

The other thing is... the **** between celestial bodies and human monks is very easy to become addicted. I don't know how it is with the Demons.

Jiang Zheliu reached out and touched the red spot he kissed, but he didn't feel anything, it really only looked scary on the surface.

Wen Renye stared at him for a while, then suddenly said, "Actually, that's fine."

Jiang Zheliu raised his eyes in surprise and looked at the little devil who was killed by Feng Ping.

"...The devil must feel it." He touched his chin, "I'm very good."

Jiang Zheliu: "..."

What kind of naive ghost is this, how did he see it?

He didn't have time to dislike it, so he was hugged and kissed by the other party. The other party pressed against the base of his ear, and the skin of his earlobe was smoked red, and the heat was steamed to a crisp.

"There is something in the Demon World in two days, and I want to go back." Wen Renye whispered, "You stay with me, don't ignore me."

Too wronged, like a ferocious beast with fangs and claws restrained, only dedicated to him with loyalty and love, dedicated and focused, it seems that his every move can involve his heart.

Many people once guessed Jiang Xianzun's preferences, but they didn't expect it. There are also many people who do everything possible to approach him, earn his favor, and circle around him.

But those people are not right, and the timing is not right. The wrong time will only become a burden, and the wrong person is just a stumbling block on his way.

It's not easy to have someone you like.

Jiang Zheliu was a little thankful for the big demons who smashed the door.

He stretched out his hand, his fingers did not enter the other's hair, and his voice was slightly smiling: "Okay, I will accompany you."

His voice is soft, with a slight ending, which is a little seductive. The little devil's canine teeth slowly bit his ears, and took the fluffy little willow tree into his arms.

The demon world is barren and barren, and no grass grows, and this one is the one he has raised best since he was a child.

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At the same moment, at the foot of Zhongnan Mountain.

One day after the rain, the sky is rare, the night is dark blue, and the sky is full of stars.

A flying instrument stopped at the foot of Zhongnan Mountain, among the dense pine and cypress bushes. There is a sharp and threatening long sword pattern engraved on the instrument, which is the shape of Lingxiao Sword.

But they failed to enter Zhongnan Mountain.

There seems to be an invisible barrier here that isolates the inside and outside. Not even a living creature can get in.

Lin Qingxu got off the magic weapon and reached out to touch the invisible barrier. He turned his head and glanced at the young people behind him who were wearing Ling Xiao's disciple uniforms, and sighed, "It seems that Immortal Venerable doesn't want me to wait to see him."

No one speaks behind.

"What's the use of this generation's headmaster, the name is not right!" He stroked the dust, "I can't see Immortal Venerable today, so I can't let him point out the maze... It's useless to be old."

He said and coughed, and acted extremely well. Until the young cultivator behind him couldn't stand it any longer, he said comfortably, "The Great Elder doesn't have to be sad, perhaps Senior Immortal Venerable didn't know you were coming."

Lin Qingxu also felt reasonable. He assisted Jiang Zheliu for many years. He knew that the other party took the Lingxiao faction very seriously and would not sit idly by, so he pretended to advocate: "Old people with little talent, it is difficult to be a big responsibility, Immortal Venerable. It must be the meaning of never returning the sword. Why don't we personally visit the leader and let the leader choose a trusted headmaster."

When the people behind him heard it, they thought about it for a while, and they all moved. In particular, the several guardians and other elders who followed, inevitably had some desire to fight for the position of head.

"Arrangement." Lin Qingxu rubbed the whisk and glanced at the group of guys behind him - it's not that the Lingxiao faction has no outstanding juniors, but some of the perennial brilliance was suppressed, and some left the door after Jiang Ziliu left. , and some... were suppressed by him and went to various places.

He didn't bring it with him.

"The sword intent is soaring to the heavens, and I don't want to break the barrier. The main thing is to let the first one feel it." Lin Qingxu played loudly, thinking about what he had talked with the king's pavilion before, but he didn't expect that he would have no chance to leave at all. In front of Jiang Zheliu.

Just as everyone was about to set up the formation, in the dark night, there was a sudden sound of bones crunching and crunching.

He raised his eyes and saw a strong demonic energy spreading out, and bright red blood wings spread out from the air, with a strong **** aura and killing intent.

Something was thrown up and taken back into the palm.

Lin Qingxu's eyesight was astonishing. When he saw the edge of this barrier, a great demon hiding among the pines and cypresses stretched his blood wings, revealing eyes that were gradually smudged into scarlet.

The blood-red armor on his body spread out from the bones and wrapped half of his arm. A single horn was drilled between the cracked gap on the forehead, and it was covered with dark purple magic lines.

Shi Binghen caught half of the skull in his hand, stretched out as the blood wings stretched, and the bones made a dislocation-like sound. He propped up his chin with one hand, squinted and looked over, the devilish energy was lingering, bright red Clothes, smiles are extraordinarily friendly.

"Good night." Shi Binghen licked his fangs, "Welcome to Zhongnan Mountain, I am the forest ranger here, and I buried three or five people who wanted to chop down trees today."

He yawned slowly, his peach blossom eyes curved, and a strong murderous intent spread.

"Let me see—whose skull is more shaped than a hand."