My Darling Sick Beauty

Many days after waking up, Jiang Zheliu stepped out of Jingshan Hall for the second time.

The first time was to go to the underground prison, and I only walked a few steps in total. The second time was officially allowed to go out. Although it was a small step for Jiang Ziliu, it was a big step for Wen Renye's condition.

At least he weakened the incomprehensible persistence of the little devil, and regained a certain degree of freedom.

He stood beside Wen Renye and let the other party bow his head and tie the cape tightly for him. The soft straps were tangled together, and he slowly tied a delicate slipknot. The cloak is very light, with a circle of flock of unknown material around the collar, but it has a very demonic style, with a dark background.

Jiang Zheliu looked at the little demon king reluctantly and dressed him, and thoughtfully asked, "Why don't you go out?"

The little demon king was silent for a while, and finally said with a big sacrifice: "Go if you want."

Jiang Zheliu was almost amused by him, looked at him with a smile in his eyes, and continued: "You look very unhappy."

Of course he wasn't happy. What he thought in his mind was that the outside is not suitable for a small willow tree. He planted the other party in the safest place, kept it carefully, took care of it, and didn't want the other party to experience it again.

The other party coughed, and Wen Renye would immediately start thinking wildly, from dry weather to weak organs, from environmental discomfort to death, and the ability to supplement his brain is too rich, and every time he can grind his confidence to almost Yu Wu. His brain is often messy and chaotic, his illnesses are repeated, the Taoist species threatens, and the pressure is always heavy and pressing. In this case, he naturally dare not let Jiang Ziliu run around.

He can't stand this stimulation, he's going to block himself in this way.

Jiang Zheliu had to open this road, slowly testing the opponent's bottom line, and let the little devil gradually relax his tense spirit.

"Not happy." The other party replied candidly, lowered his head and pressed Jiang Ziliu's shoulder, without any force, just leaned slightly. The hard and slightly hot magic horn blood pattern gently rubbed against the base of his ear, scraping the white tender flesh a little red. "I'm flustered."

Jiang Zheliu didn't dodge, but reached into the other's hair, rubbed the root of the magic horn, and joked soothingly: "You walk with me in the devil world, can there be any problem? Isn't this the lair of the Demon Venerable?"

A flag fluttering in the wind slammed into the soil firmly.

The little devil was slightly comforted, he stretched out his hand to hold his lover's finger, and rubbed the slender knuckles for a while, calmed down, and said, "Then don't leave my sight."

Jiang Zheliu nodded lightly.

The two reached an agreement. Wen Renye held his hand and walked out. As soon as she stepped out of the gate of Jingshan Temple, she saw Gongyiyan wearing a thin armor. She was carrying a long knife and a white eagle mask was slanted on her head, revealing With a cool appearance and dark blue eyes.

There doesn't seem to be anything bad about the human form of the Demon Race.

Gongyi Yan Lan raised her eyes slightly, and suddenly saw the queen behind the lord, she froze, subconsciously stretched out her hand and pulled the mask to cover her face, her fingers steadied and put it upright, and then she reported: " Your lord, Wang Wenyuan is dead."

Wen Ren Ye nodded, his purple eyes a little gloomy, but he didn't feel happy because of it.

"He was in the water prison and used the dagger given by the Immortal Venerable to destroy his primordial spirit." Gongyi Yan said, "He didn't say anything before he died."

"If you die, you will die." Wen Renye said, holding Jiang Zheliu's hand tightly, pinching the other's thin phalanx. "Not worth listening to."

There is no concept of "gambling to win" in the little devil's mind. In his heart, Xiao Liushu is not dead at all, and will naturally wake up. He only feels that the magic stick is shaking his mind and full of nonsense.

fair enough.

Jiang Zheliu was held by his hand and left the Jingshan Temple in the center of the demon world. Gongyiyan followed behind him without saying a word.

The demon world is barren and barren, and there is really nothing to see. The sandstorm was also huge. In a short period of time, Jiang Zheliu had noticed that the little devil frowned frequently, and the other party became more and more unhappy.

But he is in a good mood. He has not seen the outside environment for a long time. Even if the air here has the chilling and cold feeling of the demons, it does not prevent Jiang Ziliu from feeling that his whole body is alive. Finally, there is a kind of reunion with this world. touch feeling.

The celestial spirit body diffuses a subtle sweetness.

The taste is very appealing.

When Gongyiyan, who was behind him, realized this, there was already a third group of "passing" demon generals in front of him. The leading demons looked familiar, as if they had been beaten by the Lord. They saluted as if nothing had happened, but their eyes were glued to Lord Demon Empress. skin under the ear.

This is too pretty. Peerless beauty, unreasonable.

When Jiang Zheliu appeared in the past, the veteran generals were both indignant and full of expectations. They were indignant because Jiang Xianzun was so good at fighting that he couldn't beat them at all, and they were full of expectations because the opponent was good-looking, brutal and painful. But cool.

But now passing under the eyelids of the demon queen, these big demons only have hoes waving with their hearts. However, their lords wrapped the immortals in the arms, without even releasing the roots and sprouts, full of bragging rights Take the domineering cold breath.

Yes, it's crazy, it's too promising, it's a corner that can't be digged at first glance.

Envy, I don't know what to say except envy.

Jiang Zheliu also gradually realized that something was wrong.

The air pressure of the little devil beside him is getting lower and lower, as if he was tricked by him and abandoned. And the demons in front of him became more and more familiar, making his hands itchy.

It is really a habit to suppress, and it becomes a habit. However, Ling Xiaojian was not around, and his cultivation had not recovered, so he could only suppress it.

But everyone is more afraid of death, at most it is just a little bit deliberately passing by. But in addition to the demons, there are some demonized beasts in the demon world.

For example, this cat touched porcelain by Jiang Zheliu's feet.

Not so much a cat, but a whole new species. Although there is a meat pad, what is pressed out of the meat pad is not a hook, but a sharp and poisonous bone spur. The fluffy fur is thick and soft, but there are several tails, and each tailbone is section by section, and as the tail swaying, it turns outwards.

Nothing fits the definition of a cute creature other than looking like a cat.

Jiang Zheliu was bumped into by the purple-furred kitten, and just as he wanted to rub his head twice, he was held by Wen Renye next to him.

"Don't move." The little devil said solemnly, "It will hurt you."

The pressure under the crown of Demon Venerable was too strong, and the cat shrank its head in fear, but in the face of the humanoid catnip in front of her, she fell down at Jiang Zheliu's feet without hesitation, with a look of "Today you must take me back. " look.

Jiang Ziliu: "...So cute, why don't we..."

"No." Wen Renye frowned, "It's not cute."

Jiang Zheliu looked at the cat tea and turned over in a tea-like manner, revealing a soft belly toward him.

The little devil's eyes sank, and he defended the defense line with murderous intent: "You are not allowed to let him enter the house."

Jiang Zheliu: "...Uh, I didn't..."

He hasn't taken in small animals for a long time.

Jiang Zheliu's words just came out of his mind, when he saw the demon cat with its belly exposed in front of him seemed to be angered by the attitude of the Lord, he turned over suddenly, and then his body swelled a hundred times a thousand times in an instant. Like a giant beast lying on the ground, full of fangs, he roared at Wen Renye.

The sound shook the world, and Jiang Zheliu's brain was buzzing, and his ears were deaf for a moment.

...what the **** is this.

The purple cat slammed the ground, and the ground cracked in all directions. The fangs on a mouth are longer than his palms, I am afraid that it is not a thrill that can swallow him alive.

Jiang Xianzun didn't know much about the customs of the devil world, and he had never seen such a scene.

He was a little shocked.

Fortunately, Gongyiyan was very cautious. When the lord couldn't bear to press the prototype of the demon cat back, he had already stepped forward to block Jiang Zheliu. With a movement of the long knife, the scabbard blocked the demonic beast from crossing over. His mouth was full of fangs, so that Jiang Xianzun's clothes were not touched.

This cat only showed the prototype for a moment, and without even expressing its dissatisfaction, it was pressed back by their lord with one hand, and grabbed the back of the neck and picked it up.

"Is it cute?" Wen Renye asked blankly.

Jiang Zheliu: "...not cute."

Wen Renye got a satisfactory answer, his mood was instantly smooth, he threw the cat back in his hand, and held his lover's hand again.

All races in the demon world are demons, even beasts. Their prototypes are very hideous, but the form of disguise is very extreme, either very beautiful or extremely cute, full of deceit.

After going through several waves of demons who "passed by" and salutes, and several waves of monsters who tried to absorb the heavenly spirits, Jiang Zheliu finally saw the place he was most curious about.

Xuantong giant gate.

There are three huge gates of Xuantong, which are huge cracks leading to the ground, spreading across the dry ground of the Demon Realm, like a painting in the sky, with a desolate and rough beauty.

Under the crack is a rubble, the dark red blood has dried up, the corrupted corpse is broken, cruel and terrifying, it is difficult to look directly.

Jiang Zheliu stopped for a moment, then suddenly said, "Is everything connected?"

Wen Renye replied, "Yeah."

At the moment, his attention was all on Xiao Liushu, he raised his hand to wrap his clothes around him, and then put the skin on his cheek, and said in a low voice, "It's cold here, do you want to go back?"

Wen Renye thought he was guarding a fragile vase, but Jiang Zheliu had never been a vase.

He's here for a reason.

"The giant gate of Xuantong is the closest place to the boundary membrane in the demon world." Jiang Zheliu asked, "If there is a problem with the boundary membrane, abnormalities should be observed here."

Wen Renye turned his head to look at the crack: "What are you worried about?"

There will be a layer of boundary membrane on the periphery of each Great Thousand World, which is used to isolate the world and contain spiritual energy. Once the boundary membrane is damaged, it will let life quickly flow away. Where the living beings are dense, in an instant, hundreds of millions of living beings perish in the world.

"The place I repaired is the top of the Miaoyun Mountain of the Lingxiao Sect, and it is also the closest to the sky in the eyes of the public. There has been an extraterritorial demon there, and it is very weak." Jiang Zheliu said, "But the boundary membrane is usually damaged. There are signs, such an unexpected arrival, I suspect...it is not God's will."

It's not God's will, it's man-made.

But for the entire Great Thousand World, as long as the creatures living in it, they must rely on their own world to survive. To do this kind of thing, there is no motivation, and most people have no ability.

"At least if it is above the Void Realm." Jiang Zheliu said.

Destruction is easier than repair, but with Jiang Ziliu's ability, he has spent most of his life on this matter. The opponent's strength will not be too weak. He underestimated it just to expand the scope.

There are only a few half-step golden immortals, and they are full of calculations. In the world, there is a corresponding battle strength, only Wen Renye when he is awake, and how is it like recovering from a deep sleep. Jiang Zheliu can't lift his shoulders and hands now, Qing Lin's strength is limited by the Sixiang Dan furnace, and he can't reach the half-step Jinxian's side.

"I can't think of motives and candidates, so I can only treat it as an accident for the time being. I didn't plan to talk about it later, I wanted to leave it to the younger generation to deal with it. But now that I'm alive... and woke up, I can't act perfunctory anymore. already."

He almost stepped on the minefield of the little devil, and turned around in time to bring the topic back.

"It's not easy to repair, nor is it easy to destroy." Jiang Zheliu said, "There has been no movement for so long... Maybe it's because I'm afraid of you, maybe it's because that person has given up."

It was the best outcome, but he couldn't just speculate on the best outcome.

"I can't see anything unusual about the giant gate of Xuantong." Jiang Zheliu raised his eyes for help, his ink eyes were dark and moist, "Little Demon King..."

"The cracks are indeed expanding." Wen Renye was guided by the other party to this idea, but his mind was not too slow, he stared at Jiang Ziliu's eyes and thought, "The third giant Xuantong gate The alien species inside are also much more ferocious than before."

However, the demons are always fierce.

Jiang Zheliu nodded slightly, sighed, and said, "In this way, my guess is probably correct."

He didn't say any more.

Whether it's for the little devil's mental state, the problem of the boundary membrane, or to restore his cultivation, he can't just be trapped in the devil world. But the person he likes the most is precisely the obstacle that he can't move at the moment. As long as he can hold up the confidence of a mature man, he won't make the other person feel soft-hearted every time, and it will be useless to quarrel with him when he is angry. Always be blinded by a wet kiss.

Sure enough, the hero is saddened by the beauty.

Jiang Zheliu, a self-proclaimed hero, raised his head and glanced at the beauties in his eyes who were fierce in front of him, smoothed his thoughts, and then persuaded rationally: "Look, can you condone a future Are the fallen sharp blades hanging in front of us? We disappeared, and we quietly went to the world to investigate, and charted a route along the closest range of the boundary membrane. On the way, we can also find a way to stabilize the Taoist mind and stabilize the Taoist seed for you..."

He said so much, but he couldn't resist the kiss of the little devil who gradually approached and landed on his eyelids.

Jiang Ziliu heard the other party's voice.

"I have to pay for the cultivation world again."

Jiang Zheliu's words choked, and he could hear the sadness in his voice.

... It's not good that there is something wrong with the brain. I don't know when I suddenly can't communicate.

"The world of comprehension is still more important than me." He complained in a low voice, "Are you going to leave me for those who don't matter?"

Jiang Zheliu suppressed his emotions and asked calmly, "What do you want to do?"

"The more you think about it, the more you lose your soul." Wen Renye said slowly, "Don't think about it anymore, let me handle it."

It's not that Jiang Ziliu doesn't trust him, but Wen Renye's current situation is really not suitable for dealing with these things. There are too many times when his head is short-circuited.

Jiang Zheliu didn't agree, he adjusted his mood, didn't say anything, turned around and walked back.

The hand that had been held by the little devil broke free, looking a little angry.

But it was more of annoyance. Jiang Zheliu folded the cloak and walked in front. The complicated thinking in his mind was swept away, and he began to re-study the countermeasures on how to get the little devil to let go.

It really doesn't work, he is about to start using some disgraceful means, and he has never deliberately used the characteristics of the celestial body to do anything...

Just when Jiang Xianzun conceived the first plan based on seduction and seduction in history, something suddenly flew over in front of him. He subconsciously raised his hand to block it, and heard a "bang".

Without hitting him, Wen Renye blocked him coldly, and the hard oval object that flew over landed on the ground and bounced twice very elastically.

Jiang Zheliu's eyes followed, and saw a round and garish egg spinning on the ground, covered with complicated magic patterns.

"……what is this?"

Wen Renye grabbed his hand, checked whether the other's fingers were touched, and replied, "Cub."

"...?"

"Demon cub." Wen Renye raised his eyes and looked at him, "The newly born demon cub, the prototype."

Jiang Zheliu: "...You guys, are you laying eggs?"

"no."

"Then this is..." Jiang Zheliu turned his eyes in disbelief, and saw the fancy egg bounced twice, and a pair of small wings extended from the back of the "egg shell", half with feathers, half with feathers is the fascia covering.

His words stopped in his throat.

Jiang Zheliu suddenly remembered that the celestial spirit body has more than this attractive feature.

He took a step back in silence, overturning his previous plan.

The sacrifice is too great. No, he can't.