My Darling Sick Beauty

Jiang Ziliu felt that he had made a mistake.

Not only was he a misstep, serious mistakes that he had never expected in his life had happened to the opponent.

He knew the little devil's prudence very well, so he would use a tougher attitude to engage in a big fight, hoping to make the little devil's head sober. But he didn't expect the opponent's state to be so chaotic. He just got familiar with the rhythm and intensity, and was counterattacked by the racial talent of the Demon Race.

It was horrible, that intensity and staying power that he would never want to experience a second time in his life.

However, although Wen Renye can't work, at least he has the idea of ​​being smart and studious, forcing him to ask whether it still hurts, but Xiao Liushu doesn't want to say a word, and doesn't even have the strength to cry, and is held in his arms softly by him. .

A single mistake becomes an eternal hatred.

Heroism, vanished.

At the beginning, Jiang Zheliu really proved himself to Wen Renye, and this demon who was bewitched by beauty was also very surprised, but after the accident, it really failed, and the showdown failed. Road collapsed.

The little devil is simply cheating.

The body structure of the human race, even the Celestial Spirit Body, which is very talented in this respect, cannot be compared with the demon race. Half of Wen Renye's eyes were filled with demonic flames, which he couldn't take back, burning with enthusiasm and strength, fluctuating with his emotions.

It is precisely because of emotional fluctuations that part of his rationality recedes. The unfolded bone wings enveloped Jiang Zheliu, like a kind of imprisonment that lacked a sense of security. The sharp teeth of the demons slashed across his neck, licking a piece of skin red, the scars and hickeys were mottled, and the battle was tragic.

When he was stuck inside, Jiang Zheliu almost felt that the other party had been caught by instinct.

His licking and biting carried the manic and ferocious breath of the hunter, and together with the pair of hands that dragged his lover back, he did not give him a chance to turn around. Jiang Zheliu tried his best to call his name, and called the little devil in a hoarse voice, but he could only meet the eyes of the flying devil.

Like the beast guarding the treasure licking the spoils.

The feeling of being dominated is indescribable. Jiang Zheliu is rarely particularly fierce, but he was really fierce on the other side last night. Holding the hot magic horn in his hand, he tore off several hairs, but the other side didn't even notice it.

Wen Renye seemed to feel no pain.

Only when Jiang Zheliu called him softly, could he see a trace of confusion in the eyes of the little devil, and then he shoved him down again to start a new round of confrontation.

It's dying.

If you like it yourself, what else can you do, get used to it.

Jiang Zheliu hugged his neck resignedly, no longer felt the pain, but felt that he couldn't lift his strength-they had experienced several attacks and exchanges before, and the little devil's physical strength was really terrible.

He didn't even know when Wen Renye regained his senses.

The candles in the hall were burning high, and it was raining outside. For the Demon World, rainy days were a relatively rare weather.

Jiang Zheliu slept for a long time, and his head was still hurting. When he opened his eyes slightly, the first information he got was just the sound of rain.

Candles illuminate the field of vision.

He saw Wen Renye staring at the side with a worried look on his face.

The little devil looks normal. His eyes were still dark purple, slightly heavy, and he looked a little remorseful.

The candlelight flickered a little, Jiang Zheliu's sight was not very clear, he still had a headache and didn't want to talk, so he leaned towards the other side and buried himself in his arms.

Jiang Zheliu didn't speak, and Wen Renye didn't dare to make a sound.

Even if he is out of control, he can still remember what he did when he was out of control. At this time, my heart was very empty, and I always felt that the magic queen in my hand was about to dump myself.

It really doesn't look like a human being.

Although he wasn't.

Wen Renye stared stiffly at Xiao Liushu as he approached his arms.

He didn't know if it was the tranquility before the storm, or if the other party was really so calm. He has already thought about what he should kneel on so that it doesn't hurt. The custom in the devil world is to be beaten, but how can the other party have the strength to vent in this way.

Obviously he was the one who sat on top of him first. Wen Renye thought a little aggrieved.

Jiang Zheliu was still very tired at this time. After crying for a long time, the corners of his eyes were still red. Silently and softly leaned into his arms, it was hard not to feel itchy.

Wen Renye stared at him for a while, not knowing which deer was killed in his heart. After a while, he lowered his head and whispered, "...I'm sorry."

Jiang Zheliu ignored him.

He wasn't feeling well and didn't want to move. Although I can feel that the little devil has been cleaned up, the strange touch still exists, which makes people a little unwilling to adapt.

Wen Renye didn't hear the echo, and was even more flustered: "I didn't mean to become... stuck in it."

Jiang Zheliu's throat was uncomfortable, so he buried it deeper in his arms, assuming a stance of escaping.

How could Wen Renye endure the other party ignoring him? He died of discomfort. He slowly hugged Xiao Liushu and said tentatively, "I'll give you medicine?"

This sentence is too damaging. Jiang Zheliu couldn't help but raised his head and glanced at him.

"don't want."

The voice, although still hoarse, is still very nice, and even has a **** and unique sweetness to it. But he refused bluntly.

He saw through Wenren Ye.

The self-control ability is sometimes strong and sometimes weak. When it comes to a critical moment, it doesn't make sense, and it's just that it doesn't make sense. Once it loses control, it completely becomes a large-scale beast without consciousness, relying on instinct to do things.

It's hard to fall in love with a young man.

Jiang Zheliu thought so, while rubbing against each other's arms, he didn't even realize the slight rubbing.

The little devil was rubbed against his head by this kind of hidden coquettishness, and he didn't know if there was still a single digit in his IQ. He immediately said in high spirits: "Then let's continue!"

He thought it was a hint of a lover!

Jiang Zheliu: "?"

For a moment, he really wanted to kick Wen Renye off the bed, but he was afraid that it would tug at his waist and somewhere, so he could only restrain himself rationally.

Wen Renye didn't realize the question mark in the other person's head, but hugged him again practically, and lifted the edge of the quilt with his fingers. Jiang Ziliu patted him just after a little progress.

"...Go away." He couldn't bear it any longer, "Shut up."

To make Jiang Xianzun so irritable can also be said to be an alternative achievement.

The little devil was scolded, he withdrew his hand quietly like a chicken, and looked at him next to him, caught in the wild thoughts of whether he would be dumped in the second round.

He felt guilty after all.

It wasn't until Jiang Ziliu woke up for the second time that his headache got a little better. As a result, when he looked up, he was a pair of dark purple demon pupils, staring at himself aggrievedly.

...I don't know what this demon is wronged.

"I'll give you medicine." Wen Renye insisted.

He raised his hand and stroked Jiang Zheliu's snow-colored hair, and the fingertips went all the way to the end of the hair.

Wen Renye leaned over, rubbed his fangs against his lips, licked the red, swollen and bleeding lips, and said in a low voice, "If you don't take the medicine, it will always hurt."

"Yeah." Jiang Ziliu tilted his head to avoid it, and said coldly, "My stomach hurts all the way."

"..."

Wen Renye tried to argue: "I didn't get there!"

Jiang Zheliu glanced at him, with an annoyed tone: "Where else do you think?"

The little devil was silent. For the second time, he was as quiet as a chicken, lying beside him and playing with each other's fingers.

This hand was originally flawless, like jade. Now the jade-carved knuckles were covered with hickeys, and there were bruises on his wrists. When he got to the end, he vaguely felt that even the celestial body was afraid.

Wen Renye straightened the opponent's hand, rubbed his fingertips again, and muttered, "You are the one who wants to compete."

"...I want to compete with you who have the same body structure." Jiang Ziliu's throat was still sore when he said this, but the voice sounded like a hook, lazy, and a little bit soft.

"It was an accident after all." The little devil argued, "I promise it won't happen again next time!"

Forget it, given the other party's current mental state, this guarantee is tantamount to a cat vowing not to eat fish again.

No credibility at all.

Jiang Zheliu looked at him faintly, and calmly made up the knife: "Do you still remember the next time?"

Wen Renye: "..."

"The door won't let me out, but that's positive." Jiang Zheliu turned his back on the customer, completely ignoring the fact that he took the initiative both times, "Does it make me feel fulfilled when I cry?"

The little devil was speechless, stunned, he could only slowly rub the opponent's hand, and it took a long time before he said, "...Yes."

Jiang Zheliu: "...what's the matter."

Wen Renye said sincerely: "A sense of accomplishment."

The atmosphere was stagnant for a while.

Jiang Zheliu looked at him blankly, and pulled out his fingers from his palm little by little, without refusing to refuse.

This day is over.

The little devil lost his fingers that he could pinch, and he was so sad. He couldn't do anything to Xiao Liushu, so he could only keep grinding against his ears: "Is it okay to apply medicine? Apply medicine first? You can't recover without medicine..."

"You don't suddenly become a prototype in my body yesterday." Jiang Zheliu was still cold, "I don't need to take medicine."

"...But the celestial body is obviously very excited."

Wen Renye is too upright at times.

Jiang Zheliu narrowed his eyes, looked at him dangerously, and questioned softly, "Excited?"

"Yeah, it's very...smooth?" Wen Renye realized that something was wrong and slammed on the brakes to shut up.

But it was too late.

He watched Jiang Ziliu turn around and didn't even want to look at him.

The ferocious and terrifying Lord Mozun could only calm down for the third time, and he didn't even have to pinch his hands. He could only play with his lover's hair secretly in the back, waiting for him to take care of himself next time.

Jiang Zheliu's concentration is very good, and at this time, this person is really choked up and speechless. No matter how hard Wen Renye rubbed against him or talked about it, he did not respond, which opened the prelude to the unilateral cold war.

Wen Renye was really helpless, and in the end he had no choice but to force the overlord to bow and bring the man back forcibly... give him medicine.

Otherwise, what else can we do?

Jiang Zheliu struggled to no avail, and was pressed against his waist by a generous palm. He was sore and weak in the first place, and he didn't know which night he was shamelessly bitten by this person. His teeth marks were all bloodied, and it hurt when he pressed it, and his whole body softened.

Like the back of a cat's neck, like a gate of life.

He stared at the little devil and concentrated on applying the medicine. At the same time, he also visited the scars and masterpieces on his body. He didn't know what to say for a while, so he could only let the other party apply the ointment that was sent to him.

...Send in, yes, ointment?

Jiang Zheliu's mind was buzzing, and he was finished thinking about it. After these three days of tossing, the whole Demon Realm must say that he is entangled with Demon Venerable. According to the Human Realm, this is called Charming Your Majesty.

I was wise and ruined.

How can I see those old opponents who have played many times in the future.

He became more and more sullen, shrank his hands, and his exclusive willfulness quietly appeared, breaking his fingers from the opponent's restraint.

Wen Renye noticed this little gesture, grabbed the opponent's wrist, and keenly felt the change in Xiao Liushu's mood. He lowered his head, touched the tip of his nose, and asked, "So unhappy? I didn't mean to laugh at Celestial Spirit Body."

Jiang Zheliu was depressed and didn't want to pay attention to him.

But the other party didn't get a response, and he was still motivated. Stick to his forehead and talk to him at close range.

"It's not a bad thing...forgive me, okay?"

Such a big devil, if you don't learn anything else, you will learn to grind people.

Jiang Zheliu let himself go, and after being rubbed against him for a long time, he raised his hand and hooked the other's neck, stared at him and asked, "Am I good at it?"

"...Okay." You can't say that your partner can't do it.

"Don't you have to worry?"

"...This." The little devil hesitated for a moment, then nodded slowly.

"Should you give me some freedom and trust me a little."

The other party hesitated for a long time, then rubbed against him without speaking.

"Shouldn't it be?"

Jiang Zheliu looked at him and asked back.

Under his gaze, Wen Renye retreated again and again, let go of the other party extremely reluctantly, squatted on the side in autism, buried his head in the pillow, leaving only the **** hot magic horns dotted shine.

Jiang Zheliu said slowly: "If I prove it like this, you can't accept it, then I won't forgive you."

The magic horn disappeared again with a **** glimmer, and the air pressure of the other party was terribly low.

Jiang Ziliu turned around and ignored him.

It is really gratifying to congratulate the two of them that they have reached the level of the first grade of elementary school.

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It had been two and a half days before Jiang Zheliu was able to get out of bed.

He finally stopped feeling the tearing pain. Because the cultivation base has only recovered a little, the recovery ability of the Dao body is not very strong, but fortunately, the spirit is abundant and the overall condition is not bad.

The two have also been in a cold war for two and a half days.

Jiang Zheliu sat on his beloved little chair, and recited the rebuilt Yunling Technique in his heart. When he heard the footsteps, he raised his eyes, just in time to see Ember Year sticking his head out from behind the screen.

His Excellency Medical Sage sneaked into the inner hall, took out a pile of ointments for maintenance... strange places in front of him, and then leaned over and asked him, "Are you two quarreling?"

Isn't this an obvious thing, I haven't spoken for two days.

Jiang Ziliu yawned, propped his cheeks and said, "Well."

"No wonder." Ember nibbled melon seeds loudly, "You don't know how hard Shi Binghen and the others were trained by your Taoist companion."

Jiang Zheliu raised his eyebrows and made an attitude of listening attentively.

"Because of what happened to the two of you, the veteran demon generals in the demon world... the group who played against you are particularly dissatisfied. I feel that Wen Renye has abused you."

Jiang Zheliu: "..."

"So they bravely challenged the Demon Lord again, the wheel battle." Ember Nian took a sip of tea, "All injured, miserable, crushed."

Unexpectedly, this is a half-step Jinxian with the blessing of Taoism, not to mention Wen Renye is already tyrannical.

"Then he gave the demon generals additional training." Ember said, "The method is very cruel, as if you were domestically abused."

Jiang Zheliu smiled perfunctorily and said, "My domestic violence against him?"

"Cold violence." Ember Year added.

...that's a little bit.

But he is really fighting for his freedom.

Just as Jiang Ziliu sighed silently, he saw that the other party took out a letter from his arms.

Jiang Ziliu took the envelope, took out the letter from inside, and saw a string of words that were crooked but very hard:

"I was wrong. I conceded. Listen to you."

Nine words, no matter how hard you try, you can't stop the lack of culture in it. At first glance, you don't use handwritten human characters very much.

However, Wen Renye's Mozu seal script should be beautifully written, and it looks like a twist.

Below this line of words, there is a relatively small line of words to supplement, and the momentum suddenly weakened:

"You take care of me."

Jiang Zheliu stared at the word for a long time, recognized it for a long time, and said confusedly: "I... what is he?"