My Darling Sick Beauty

The beautiful skulls are neatly stacked, and they don't look like the skulls of familiar species, but some alien species that look rather odd.

But no matter how bizarre they are, it is more strange that they are rounded and shiny.

Jiang Zheliu stared for a moment, looked at the young monk who was clean and clean, and asked, "Do you like this gift very much?"

Mingjing said: "No matter what the devil gives, the poor monk will cherish it."

"That's right." Jiang Zheliu said, "The Zen master is not careful."

"Senior is overrated." Mingjing felt that this was a compliment, and felt a little embarrassed, "Xiao Seng is very happy to see the senior wake up. It's also very pleasant to see the senior again."

Although he was reincarnated, he hadn't opened his memory for some time before, and he sincerely regarded Jiang Ziliu as a senior. Even if he unlocked the dusty memory by chance, he still respected Jiang Xianzun very much.

"Without the help of the Zen master, the situation at this time would probably have been worse." Jiang Zheliu sighed, "Thank you for being able to today."

"It's just more help for those who have attained the Tao." Mingjing mentioned the purpose of his trip, "It's just that I never thought that Venerable Lord Wenren would have such a problem."

Jiang Zheliu was silent for a moment, organized the language, and briefly summarized the situation with Mingjing.

Lanruo Temple is a pure place for Buddhist cultivation, and there are many techniques for cultivating the mind, but most of these are not suitable for demons.

Mingjing turned the beads in his hand, thought about a few plans in his heart, and then swiped them one by one. After thinking for a long time, he said, "Now that I think about it, I can only rely on Senior Jiang to stabilize the Lord's emotions, and don't touch his spiritual sensitivity too much."

"Even so, after all, it is a serious problem for the confidant. If it can't be cured, it's not just me, I'm afraid everyone from all walks of life will not feel at ease... Moreover, he has been out of control recently, and in case of an accident, it will be difficult to control."

Mingjing looked at his expression, and suddenly said: "Does the senior really regard Wenren Zunzhu as a Taoist companion?"

Jiang Ziliu didn't know why the other party asked this question, but he still answered frankly: "Yes."

"In this case, the little monk will speak bluntly." Mingjing stared at him and said, "Wen Renren's donor's heart to uphold the Tao has weakened, and his mind has been affected by the killing of the Taoist seed, but in the world, no one can inherit the Taoist seed. He can only consume his own control... If things go on like this, one day he will completely lose control."

Jiang Zheliu was silent.

His eyes were dark and dull, and even a trace of light could not penetrate, so pure and depressing. His line of sight was unremarkable, as if he had long been familiar with what Ming Jing had said.

But so what, he wanted to save, he didn't want to give up, just like Wen Renye never gave up on him.

The two eyes met.

This silence lasted for a long time, until a white butterfly fell on the spider plant by the window, and the butterfly wings moved slowly, stretched and closed again.

The wind swept the thin leaves, making a low rustling sound.

"...Senior Jiang." Mingjing sighed, "You and I know how difficult the situation facing the benefactor of Wenren is. You and I know each other. The world has been together for a long time.

"I prefer to force it."

Jiang Zheliu's voice was the same as usual, Qingyue was a little cool, and the tail tone was slightly colder.

At one time, he felt that he had no worries, that the sky did not leave the year, and everything was forced. But now that the situation has changed, the situation has changed, and it turns out that he is also the one who refuses to admit defeat.

Mingjing stopped talking, he knew that he could not persuade the other party. The little monk tidyed up the monk's robe, glanced out the window, and saw the white butterfly on the orchid raising its wings and flying in slowly.

"Only a half-step Jinxian can take over the Dao seed." Mingjing said, "It seems that he is hiding and whereabouts, and it is difficult to know where. The ghost cultivator in the nether world mainly focuses on the soul, and should have a better understanding of the condition of Wenren's donor. "

The white butterfly landed on the back of Jiang Zheliu's hand, he didn't care too much, the heavenly spirit body was used to being close, these are normal.

"In that case, I will find him."

If there is really no way, Jiang Zheliu himself is actually a half-step Jinxian, at least in realm. His realm has not fallen, but there is no corresponding cultivation base, and because of this, he has no barriers and bottlenecks in rebuilding now, and he doesn't even have a thunderbolt.

The realm recognized by the Dao of Heaven will also be recognized by the Dao of Slaughter.

Mingjing seemed to see what he was thinking, and specially said: "Wenren's benefactor is so capable, but he was influenced by Taoism due to the negligence of his soul. The way Senior Jiang is not slaughtering, please don't be impatient and take care. itself."

"...I know, thank you very much."

Mingjing nodded slightly, and then brought up the similar thing again: "Ghost cultivators have insight into the soul, maybe there is a way that we don't know. It's just that Lord He has come and gone without a trace, hidden and invisible, and the poor monk can only provide it to his seniors. a general direction."

Jiang Zheliu replied, "Please speak."

"Under the Netherworld, among the two people who are also called Wangxiangtai Lay, there is a ghost repair called the master of the other side. She lives on the other side of the Ming River and has the closest relationship with He Suoshi. Maybe you can go there and have a gained."

Jiang Zheliu nodded at first, then suddenly felt something was wrong. He raised his eyes and looked at the young monk with a calm and innocent expression in front of him. He raised his eyebrows and said, "How much does the Zen master know about the Netherworld?"

"I lived there." Mingjing smiled, "I lived for a long time."

A Buddhist practitioner who has lived in the Netherworld for a long time? This sounds like a joke, but it makes Jiang Ziliu's mind come up with a rumor of a person...

"To achieve the status of Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva, you need to live in the underworld for a long time to transform evil spirits." Jiang Zheliu looked at him and said, "It's just that this fruit status has not been discussed by Buddhist practitioners for a long time."

Mingjing did not shy away, but nodded and said, "Xiao Seng is the last practitioner of this line, if there is no one who achieves the fruition, this school's path in this big world should be like this. cut off."

It is not necessary to mention here.

Jiang Zheliu stood up and said goodbye to Mingjing. The white butterfly that had been on the back of his hand for a long time also fluttered up and landed on his shoulders.

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When the carriage rumbled away from Lanruo Temple, the butterfly still refused to leave.

Jiang Zheliu drank the medicine and used tea to suppress his bitterness, and then he noticed the eyes of the little devil who were bitter and bitter.

He followed the other party's line of sight, looked at his arm, and saw that the butterfly that sucked the heavenly body seemed to be addicted.

Wen Renye was very unhappy, but considering Jiang Ziliu's feelings, he pinched Little Butterfly to death without getting started, but he still showed a serious displeasure.

The jealousy is too strong, and the cross species are surprisingly sour.

Jiang Zheliu stretched out his hand, held up the little butterfly, and put it out of the car window to let it go. As a result, the butterfly didn't know what to do, and flapped its wings on his fingertips, but didn't leave.

...a look of greed for the spiritual energy around the heavenly spirit body, very hopeless.

Jiang Zheliu saw that the hostility of the little devil did not decrease but increased, so he had to force the release of the little butterfly, and took his hand back in time.

He turned around, and before he could pick up the teacup, Wen Renye grabbed his hand and wiped his fingers with a clean handkerchief.

The material of the handkerchief is precious and special, it is cool and soft, and it fits the body temperature and skin of Jiang Ziliu. Wen Renye lowered his head and wiped clean his fingers that had been dropped by the little butterfly. He said jealously, "You are attracting bees and butterflies outside."

To attract bees... attract butterflies?

Literally.

Jiang Zheliu smiled helplessly and teased him: "How come I didn't know that Lord Mozun's level has risen, and now the vinegar of small animals that can't even speak human words can be eaten? It's still so sour."

The little devil was a little annoyed and accused: "You are still partial to it!"

Jiang Zheliu: "..."

Wen Renye wiped his hands clean, then changed a cup of tea, passed it into the other's hand, and insisted: "Even if it's just a butterfly, who knows if it will become an essence in a hundred years, will you think about it? You, thinking of you, come and dig my corner again."

...he was justified in his worries.

It's just that the entire cultivation world and the entire demon world seem to want to dig his corner.

Jiang Zheliu took a sip of the tea and said, "You can't dig, how tight is the soil you buried, don't you know?"

Wen Renye was soothed by this sentence, leaned over to hug him, put the teacup in his lover's hand back on the table, then hugged Xiao Liushu's soft and slender body, put his chin on his shoulder, and asked in a low voice: "What did you tell the little monk?"

"Tell me about treating you." Jiang Zheliu said, "It seems that we are going to meet an old acquaintance."

"Old acquaintance?" Wen Renye was suddenly alert, for fear that he would say a concubine's name.

"What's the matter?" Jiang Zheliu didn't hide anything, "Let's see if Ghost Xiu can do anything."

Wen Renye didn't like that old ghost. He had a fight with He Suxi at the beginning, and he created a hundred zhang ground fissure in the Netherworld, and it still hasn't recovered. The Styx River has been dead for a long time, and the evil ghosts are madly moving, and then the demons will solve them one by one, which will greatly damage the vitality of the Netherworld.

What's more, he also locked up the monk Wangxiangtai. Even more hatred.

It's just that He Tan himself is a popular drinker in the demon world, so don't be too happy. It was as if he was suddenly taken away by bad guys for traveling when he was working overtime near the end of the year. The feeling of three times the salary being a work-related injury made this puppet master happy.

"I..." He wanted to say that it wasn't that serious, but when he remembered that he had hurt the other party before, he couldn't say those words, but hugged Jiang Zheliu and said, "That place in the Netherworld is not very safe. You still have a little **** in your stomach now, I'm not very worried."

The inside and outside of the words mean that he doesn't want to let him go.

Jiang Zheliu only regarded it as a child acting like a spoiled child, and was not included in the reference range. He was just wrapped around his waist by this man, and when he touched the itchy part of his waist, he pushed him: "Relax a little, itchy."

"Where's the itch?" Wen Renye's fingers moved down from above and asked with concern, "Is it here?"

...is this really a concern?

Jiang Zheliu looked at the sincere face of the other party, and tried to catch a little intentional trace on his face, but the little devil was so calm that he really seemed to care about him.

"It's itchy." Jiang Zheliu stared at him and said, "It's itchy when you touch it."

Wen Renye was staring straight at him, blushing inexplicably, and he didn't know why the two of them, who had even made a cub, felt so innocent, but he just made Xiao Liushu blush, not even particularly. Excuse me.

"Then..." he said, "then let me touch..."

It's a bit of a misnomer here.

Jiang Zheliu didn't talk nonsense, it was true that he was itchy when he touched it. The little devil touched his waist through his clothes, which made him feel a little weak, and when he touched it, he felt a little weak. I don't know if it was the heavenly spirit body that made the other party bully, recognize people, or whether the two were too compatible, more and more. Can't stand physical contact.

Not only was he unable to use his strength, he also felt that this state was different from usual, as if the attraction between them was stronger.

Demons are monogamous, and their reproductive mechanisms are also very cooperative, requiring a lot of intimate contact between the two parties during pregnancy.

It's not that Wen Renye didn't do that kind of thing with Xiao Liushu, but his nervousness didn't ease at all, instead it got worse.

His palms slowly rubbed the other's waist—thin and soft, the flesh was always easy to touch, but the skeleton and outline were slender, and it went all the way down like a soft cloud.

The waistline was too thin, so he could squeeze it with both hands when he pressed down the fluffy shirt.

Wen Renye lowered his head, pressed his waist, and said in a low voice, "You are so thin, how can you carry the cubs of the demon clan, those cubs are very naughty."

Jiang Zheliu raised his hand and covered his eyes with the back of his hand. His thoughts were a little confused, and he replied aimlessly: "Did you do this when you were a child?"

Wen Renye didn't have time to think back to his naive childhood at this time, he lowered his head to kiss each other, his sharp teeth brushed past his lips, as if they were not there.

"I must be very good." The little devil opened his eyes and said nonsense. "You see, I listen to you very much now. I am very good. You will definitely not leave me."

Jiang Zheliu was going to be amused by him.

But he also felt that the fact that Wen Renye was able to say such a thing would prove that his condition had improved, and he was not so concerned about gains and losses.

"I never thought of leaving you." Jiang Zheliu moved his hand away, looked at him and said, "If there is a chance and a choice, I would like to meet you earlier, later..."

He didn't say the word "leave" out of his mouth.

The little devil sealed his lips.

As the kiss continued, the atmosphere in the car became more ambiguous and subtle.

Jiang Zheliu let the other party hug him. He really has no strength, and his physical condition is obviously better than before, but he doesn't know why he didn't even have the intensity of the previous confrontation, and he was easily defeated.

It may be the influence of this little brat. Jiang Zheliu thought.

But soon, he had no time to think. His hands were brought together by each other, tied with very soft satin, and pressed to the top of his head.

Even if the two did not belong to the same world, the mature man over a thousand years old and the prestigious senior Jiang felt a sense of being offended.

He felt a little too shameful and had no face, but he couldn't break free. Instead, he was embraced by the sharp-toothed predator, playing with his slightly messy snow hair.

"...Where did you learn tricks." Jiang Zheliu leaned in his arms and said, "If you are bold, you will dare to do anything."

Wen Renye stared at him and said, "I'm afraid you think my skills are not good. I made up for it."

Jiang Zheliu had an ominous premonition. He always felt that he was going to use the knowledge of evil supplements on himself. He wanted to avoid it, but he couldn't move at all when his hand was pressed.

He was a little frightened, and next to the little devil's ear, he took a deep breath, and said, "...still in the human world, there are people everywhere in the mortal world... um."

This demon will only repeat its old tricks.

Jiang Zheliu was kissed by him angrily, and breathlessly let Wen Renye hold him, and then watched helplessly as the little devil cast a barrier.

...the day is over.