My Darling Sick Beauty

There are three stones like this around Miaoyun Mountain, which were found and destroyed one by one.

And those demon clans who have already entered the devil cannot be recovered, they can only return to their original state. No matter it is hundreds of years of cultivation, they must be rebuilt. Under the broken Dao heart, after all, it is impossible to have both.

Only the raccoon demon named Xiao Luo was taken away for the time being, because he was the only little demon that reacted to the outside world. To be precise, he only reacted to Jiang Ziliu's voice.

Xiao Luo was locked in a huge black iron cage. His ears were large, upright and fluffy, and his big, sturdy tail was wrapped around the bars of the iron cage and rested on the ground inside the carriage.

There is a folding space in the carriage, which can fit a steel cage, and it will not be crowded.

The floor is covered with a soft blanket. He lowered his head, buried himself in his body, curled his body sideways, and hooked the claws on his fingers to the edge of the cage, as if returning to the original mountain forest nature.

This is a cat like a little leopard. It is not noisy when kept in the cage, but it is easy to hold the railing and gnaw, grinding the sharp teeth in his mouth, and crunching.

Jiang Zheliu sat next to him and looked at the book. Under him was his beloved little chair, which was made of rattan and covered with two layers of soft blankets. He wears a slender palace sash in the center of his girdle, with a thin string of tassels hanging from it.

The little demon's eyes stared at the thin spikes on the edge of his clothes, and both his head and erect ears moved around and around.

Jiang Zheliu was checking past books, and he brought back some old books from the former residence, which contained some useful records.

Just as he turned another page, he suddenly heard a thud. Jiang Zheliu looked up and saw that the sharp teeth in Xiao Luo's mouth were stuck in the cage rod.

... can't seem to pull it out.

The IQ of these little monsters seems to have returned to their original instincts, not only returning to their instincts, but also being a little silly.

Jiang Zheliu watched for a while, and judged that he really couldn't pull it out, so he moved forward and stared down at the face of the raccoon demon.

Xiao Luo stared at him blankly. There was no emotion in his eyes. Instinct was the majority, as if he was looking at the only reliable object in the world.

Jiang Zheliu had taken him in, so subconsciously, this little demon regarded him as... a mother?

He glanced at the teeth stuck in the cage rod, reached out and touched it tentatively, and found that the other party did not bite him, so he looked at the angle of the insertion with confidence, and reached out to touch Xiao Luo's chin.

His nervousness calmed down, and Mao Tong stared at him blankly.

Jiang Zheliu pushed his face, slanted to one side, and then tapped the iron cage lightly.

The cat licked his teeth, then probed again, his face pressed against the cage, and stared at Jiang Ziliu intently.

Jiang Zheliu also looked at him, knowing that there would be no answer, but he asked casually, "What happened to Miaoyun Mountain after I left?"

Xiao Luo's ears trembled, as if he was serious about listening to what the other party was saying, and focused on analyzing the content.

It's just that he is not sane now, and he can't analyze the words in the mouth of "mother" at all.

"Don't understand?" This is expected, "Let's go to Wanling Palace first, I will meet Qinglin, if the Qinglong Zhenjun of the demon clan is helpless with your appearance, I can only like Just like other little demons, let you return to your original form and practice again."

The cat still didn't understand. He was lying in the cage, licking Jiang Ziliu's hand across the cage, and his tongue licked the back of his hand heavily.

It has barbs on it, soft and tingling. Jiang Zheliu felt uncomfortable, so he pulled his hand back and glanced down.

It was licked red, and fine small scars appeared on it.

Beaver tongues are powerful, with spines that scrape fine shreds of meat from the bones of their prey. Even if he didn't open it, but kept it down, it would still hurt him.

Jiang Zheliu just glanced at it, and another person grabbed his hand.

The little devil frowned and grabbed his hand, as if he had just entered the carriage. He still carried the slight chill from the top of Miaoyun Mountain, and was talking to Chang Gan outside before.

The content of the chat between the uncle and nephew is unknown.

Wen Renye grabbed his wrist and carefully examined the tiny reddish wound on the back of his lover's hand. He gritted his teeth in anger, but he was still on fire. He quietly took out a medicine bottle from his clothes and gave it to Jiang. Fold the willow to rub medicine.

Jiang Ziliu observed his expression.

The cold and delicate medicine is rubbed on the skin, moisturizing.

"I don't know what kind of physique you are." Wen Ren Ye reprimanded him, "How many times have you been beckoning cats and dogs, bees and butterflies, and hurt yourself in a blink of an eye?"

Jiang Zheliu approached him, his breath was cold and gentle, and the faint scent of snow plum merged with him.

"It's just that I get caught every time." Jiang Zheliu looked at him and said, "If you don't see it for a while, maybe you will heal yourself."

His cultivation has recovered a part, and naturally he also has the self-healing effect of a monk. It's just that because the degree of recovery is not high, the self-healing effect is not obvious, nor can it be compared with the racial talent of the Demon Race.

"Are you trying to say that I'm making a big fuss." Wen Renye raised his eyes and stared at him, as if the other party nodded and wanted to entangle him to the end, "You don't feel bad, I feel bad, can't you?"

...how can you be so arrogant?

Jiang Zheliu was stunned for a moment, then couldn't help laughing, he pulled his hand back from the opponent's palm, raised his head and kissed him, and said, "Yes, yes, what Lord Mozun said is right, I am a weak and innocent. How could the helpless little white flower refute the words of Lord Mozun?"

The more he talked, the more he wanted to laugh, and then he put it to the ear of the other person, his breath was close at hand: "How is it, are you satisfied?"

Wen Ren Ye blushed.

Not only was his face red and hot, but his heart was also hot. The two of them have been together for so long, and it should be the atmosphere of an old husband and wife, but the reality is not at all. If this person says anything, he will be blushed and his mouth will be dry.

Maybe this is the power of hundreds of years of secret and first love.

The aroma of Jiang Zheliu diffused and entered his mind.

Wen Renye felt that the Dao Seed that he had sealed in his body was excited. He didn't integrate it, so he obviously couldn't understand the desire to kill the Dao Seed, but he felt that it was also very excited.

"How do you..." The little devil wanted to condemn the other party's behavior, but he couldn't say it, so he could only answer the other party's topic, "... Satisfied."

"Then this matter is over." Jiang Zheliu didn't mean to be responsible to the end, but gently withdrew his hand, distanced himself from the other party, and sat back on his beloved little chair.

The rattan chair swayed, and half of the book he found had two pages scratched. He turned back to the original place and looked for details about the fusion of Dao species according to the state of the little devil.

It’s just that the avenue is invisible, and no matter how much theoretical knowledge there is, it can only be used as a reference.

Before Jiang Zheliu could look at the two lines, a shadow was shrouded in front of him.

Wen Renye looked down at him, licked his lips, and said, "Master Mozun wants to bully Xiaobaihua, and wants to plant this weak and harmless little white flower on the bed..."

"...Xiaobaihua will not accept the transplant." Jiang Zheliu remained motionless, "I'll tell you something serious."

The little devil froze all of a sudden, nodded listlessly, and half-kneeled in front of him, his arms pressed against his knees.

He seemed to like this way of listening.

He likes to see Jiang Ziliu's slightly trembling eyelashes when he lowers his head and talks, and likes to listen to his tone of voice when speaking to children, gentle and calm, full of a special sense of security.

A sense of security that only works for him.

"Your own condition is not good, don't take it lightly." Jiang Zheliu said, "If you really can't prevent its influence and everything is irreversible, I will prepare two plans, one is to kill The Taoist species took over and transferred to me."

Wen Renye's pupils shrank, and he subconsciously held his wrist, with resistance written all over his body.

He didn't have to speak, Jiang Ziliu knew that he didn't like this.

"There's more." Jiang Zheliu pondered, "Temporarily sealed..."

He didn't want to go on, but pressed the little devil's forehead and said to him, "It can't go to the point of no return. I don't like extreme situations."

Wen Renye looked into his eyes and said slowly, "Then...the one on Miaoyun Mountain..."

"There are always priorities." Jiang Zheliu said, "I thought about it, at this time, it seems that nothing is more important than you."

"...Including sentient beings?"

"You are also one of the sentient beings."

Jiang Zheliu took his hand back.

Half-step Jinxian has the ability to shatter the void. Even if their own big world dies, they can go to other realms. But there is no home, no source.

In fact, whether the world is destroyed or not, for the former Jiang Zheliu and today's Wen Renye, it has nothing to do with life and imminent relationship.

It's just the responsibility, the kindness.

"Is it one of them, or are you embarrassed to admit it?" The little devil shattered his thoughts in dissatisfaction, begging for a soft kiss, "Maybe when you are healed and fight with me, my inner demon will be able to stop. If you attack yourself, you can also control the Taoist species and truly integrate with it."

"Do you want me to work hard to win?" Jiang Zheliu looked at him.

"It's fine." Wen Renye replied, "Whether you win or lose, it doesn't matter. The important thing is that you have been wishful thinking for hundreds of years and have a destination."

"Then wait for me."

Jiang Zheliu was deeply afraid that the progress of his recovery would not be able to keep up with the extent to which the other party was affected. He would rather believe in this last solution and reiterated in a low voice, "Wait for me."

Wen Renye nodded, and before he could say the answer, he heard a harsh cat meow from the cage behind him.

The two turned their heads to look, and saw the little demon in the cage grinding the iron bars into pits and pits, as if he felt something, his tail twitched anxiously and screamed from his throat.

At the same time, Chang Gan's voice came from outside.

"Brother, we have entered the demon world."

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The atmosphere of the demon world made Xiao Luo very uncomfortable. He was stimulated by the aura of a large number of powerful demon clans, and the hair on his tail blew up in a thick circle.

The raccoon was affected by the sound of Miaoyun Mountain's piano and could not communicate normally.

Chang Gan parked the carriage under the giant vine tree in Wanling Palace, and then dragged Xiao Luo's cage out. He rummaged through the storage ring for a long time, but couldn't find anything that could tie a cat. In the end, he could only take out a magic weapon chain, which was used to tie the opponent to restrict movement, and now it is locked in the little demon on the neck.

Chang Gan opened the cage and put the chain around his neck. Before the lock was fastened, Xiao Luo's claws caught his armor and bit him.

A dark green scale appeared where the cat's fangs had bitten, blocking the teeth back.

The fangs of the cat boy were stimulated, and he shrunk in the corner of the cage and couldn't get out. The cat's eyes stared at Chang Gan.

Chang Gan's eyes are vertical pupils. If they are of the same size and cultivation level, he may not be able to restrain each other so perfectly. But he has half the blood of a demon, and his hardware strength is much higher than that of a cat, so he seems to be particularly deterrent.

Chang Gan spat out the letter, licked the poisonous teeth with the snake letter, and said to the cat, "Don't bite me. I'm poisonous."

Little Loser couldn't come out, his tail was tightly wrapped around the cage rod, and he made a small, miserable and sharp sound like a kitten calling for help in the direction of Jiang Ziliu.

But he was dragged by Chang Gan by the back of his neck.

Chang Gan pressed down on his body with one knee, and put on him the leather cage that is usually used to manage dogs. The hard leather buckle on the back directly applied a layer of seal.

The cat was grabbed by the back of the neck and struggled unsuccessfully. It was put on a cage, and there was a roar in its throat. The moment when Chang Gan let go after putting it on, Xiao Luo turned over and grabbed him, kicking him. kicked out.

In order to avoid his claws, Chang Gan didn't stand still, was kicked again, flew four or five meters away, and hit the ancient wood vines.

The rustling flowers fell from the ancient trees.

But he just didn't notice it for a while, he didn't even bleed, and when he looked up, the petals covered his head.

Chang Gan stretched the bones on his body and stood up again. He pulled the residual petals from the corner of his eyes and walked over to hold the cat's chains.

"If you run away, you won't be able to see..." He pointed in the direction of the Wanling Palace, "your master."

The mountain raccoon sighed at him, his sharp teeth squeaked and squeaked, and he assumed a hunting stance, but when Chang Gan pointed his hand, his expression immediately began to hesitate, as if he had hesitated for a long time, and could only be unwilling Willingly put away his teeth and claws.

Chang Gan brushed off the dust on his body and took the cat to the half-empty Wanling Palace.

The furnishings in the Wanling Palace were a little different from when he left, but they remained the same. True Monarch Qinglong is still the same as he once was, with a robe with hair tied and a tall figure.

Qinglin is pouring tea for Jiang Ziliu.

The murmuring of tea sounded.

Chang Gan noticed that there was a child with dark blue long hair sitting next to Qinglin. He looked only about six years old. He was the newly born True Monarch of Xuanwu in the Sixiang Pill Furnace, named Xuanshuang.

is a little boy.

Xuanshuang was beside A Chu, Xiaolu was wearing a snow-white ceremonial robe, the horns on his head had grown a lot longer, and he was split into a fork. It's just that his eyes on his brother have not changed, and his saliva is about to flow down.

Stop tea.

Qinglin put down the teapot, watched Jiang Zheliu take a sip from the teacup, and said, "Do you like this? A new breed in the demon world."

Before Jiang Zheliu could speak, she glanced at Wenrenye, turned her head to look at the raccoon demon, and said in a familiar tone: "In the past, new teas were all given to you, but as soon as you live in the demon world, Wenren respected the master. I'm not allowed to send anything."

She added indifferently: "I kept a lot of immortal Enshi Yulu, you must like it, 80% of the devil can't come out."

Qing Lin spoke naturally and generously, and seemed to have no hostility, but Wen Renye had a feeling of being constantly provoked.

... good gas.