My Darling Sick Beauty

The pills penetrated into the warm pool water and melted in the water in an instant.

Jiang Zheliu noticed what he was doing, but did not feel the medicinal power immediately, but asked, "What is this?"

"I found it from the demon world." Wen Renye said, "It's the Jade Soul Cultivation Pill."

This name is well-known even in the world of self-cultivation. It is one of the few elixir in the demon world. However, unlike the effects of other tigers and wolves, the Jade Soul Cultivation Pill has a moderate effect and is very slow to take effect. It needs to be used for a long time and slowly warmed up. For extremely weak patients, it is necessary to soak in a medicated bath first and not take it directly.

But compared to other elixir, it requires slow and long-term use without leaving any side effects. Its output is scarce and precious, and it seems that only the token of the Demon Lord can be obtained.

These are all rumors from the cultivation world, and there is no way to verify their authenticity. But Jiang Zheliu still thought for a moment and asked, "Does your father know that you took this thing to heal me?"

Jiang Ziliu's concept of time is really unclear. In his eyes, Kanwen Renye still looks like he is looking at the younger generation, and the news of the new master of the demon world was only transmitted to the Quartet when Jiang Ziliu repaired the boundary membrane. He still I feel that the person in front of me is just the young master of the devil world.

Wen Renye didn't think of his thoughts, and asked instead, "What about you, doctor?"

Jiang Zheliu said, "I'm afraid I won't be killed when I hear people. There won't be any extra kindness to heal me. On the contrary, you...you're still young, and you act with your spirit."

Men can't be small.

Just when Wen Renye frowned and tried to refute, Jiang Zheliu coughed twice, he immediately forgot the words, and stared at him without blinking.

The water temperature gradually rose, and the medicinal effect washed away the broken body along the liquid, with a slightly tingling feeling.

Jiang Zheliu just coughed twice at first, but the pain in his chest became more and more uncontrollable. He frowned, his choking became louder, and his thin, pale lips were stained with blood.

The ends of his hair were wet and fell into the hot spring, swirling slowly in the water. The eyelashes are snow-white, almost translucent under the sun, the whole person seems to have no color, only the dark and quiet eyes, and the dazzling bright red on the lips.

Wen Renye's heart jumped suddenly, he immediately reached out to support his arm, and said urgently, "Can't stand it? I'll bring you up."

Before he could finish his words, he held his hand and heard Jiang Ziliu's low words.

"…no."

Wen Renye's movements immediately froze.

He felt that the palm of his hand was wet, the fingertips were soft, and the thin calluses on one side of the knuckle slipped across his palm inadvertently, like a soft prickly cat's tongue licking it.

Now his heart started to pound again.

For the brief moment that Jiang Zheliu held him, the deer in Lord Mozun's heart smashed to death several times. The other party's body was wet, and even his hair was still wet.

Wen Renye felt that his demonic heart did not care about his own wishes at all, and his crazy temptation and violent displays of love made him lose face at all.

Jiang Zheliu didn't seem to notice, he raised his finger to wipe off the blood on his lips, and his thin shoulder slid down a little, almost falling into Wen Renye's arms. His body was cold, and only the area outside with the pool water radiated heat. This withered and fragile body, with almost no vitality, slowly fell down.

The more Jiang Zheliu coughed, the looser the blood accumulated in the body. He clenched Wen Renye's sleeve tightly, lowered his head and spat out a mouthful of blood.

Bloodstains fell on the ground beside the hot spring, smeared into dark red traces.

Later, Jiang Zheliu tugged at his sleeve, closed his eyes for a while, and then said softly, "It's okay, it's a good thing to spit out blood. Cough..."

Wen Renye seemed to be dealing with a bubble that would burst when he was poked. He didn't dare to move, and even breathed very lightly. After hearing this, he tentatively raised his finger to wipe off the redness from the corner of his lips, and slowly Slowly, "Is it really okay?"

"A little." Jiang Zheliu said, "I'm running out of strength."

Wen Renye was stunned for a moment, and something flashed across his mind. He paused for a while, then stretched out his hand to carry the other party out of the hot spring, then took off his cloak to cover it so that no wind could penetrate, and then stood up and walked towards the pine wood building.

It's a test of willpower.

Every place where Jiang Zheliu was touched seemed to be hot, with a wonderful and special temperature. He hid those young loves carefully, and made countless excuses, but when he met the other party, he realized that these excuses were useless at all.

No matter what the other person is doing, he likes it very much.

Jiang Zheliu just had no strength, and it wasn't that the effect of the drug made his mind confused. He noticed the other party's abnormal heartbeat almost instantly, but Jiang Zheliu did not study the demons and was not familiar with the heart rate of this species. Calmly calculating.

More than 300 beats per minute...

He has no experience in love, so he can't tell from Wen Renye's performance, but he can see the magic lines on his neck.

The magic pattern spreads upward from the bottom of the clothes, which seems to be Wen Renye's magic shape... It is said that the magic shape is displayed uncontrollably when the emotional changes are relatively severe.

Jiang Zheliu looked at the demon with "dramatic changes in mood", and then carefully thought about the other party's purpose, and vaguely understood what it was.

But before he could think deeply, he heard Wen Renye's low voice.

"I'm a little bit mad about it."

…Um?

The other party was unexpectedly candid.

Jiang Zheliu glanced at him and said, "There are many people who have bad intentions against me."

Wen Renye was suddenly choked by this sentence, and violent anger suddenly surged up: "It's all courting death."

"Some wanted to kill me to take the first seat, and some wanted me to leave the stage early to make way. Others...cough, and some only had friendship with me on the surface. My confidant is a big trouble, Young Master, which one are you?"

He asked too peacefully and lightly, and slowly suppressed Wen Renye's violent and murderous intentions.

Lord Mozun was silent for a moment, then muttered: "Neither."

Wen Renye closed the upstairs door, put the other party back on the soft couch, and after drying his half-wet hair and thin shirt, he still insisted on wrapping the cloak around him, and by the way lit the stove beside him.

"What does it feel like?" Wen Renye asked, pressing his wrist to go in.

Although the blood in the body has melted, the meridians are still broken with individuality, and they are tangled in a mess, like a ball of wool that has been played with by a cat master.

Right now, the ill cat owner in front of him was tightening his collar, too sleepy to open his eyes, and said in a slow tone, "...except for the pain, I don't feel anything."

The ever-drying prototype is coiled around the unlit candlestick. Xiaolu Achu didn't seem to be there, and it was quiet upstairs.

Jiang Zheliu's voice was very low, like a breeze that dissipated after blowing over. Wen Renye was so nervous when he heard it, he couldn't help but get closer and asked him almost to the tip of his nose, "Are you blaming me? You don't really want to make an assertion..."

He didn't want to get better, his last wish was to come and go freely in this world.

Jiang Zheliu was first dizzy by the steam of the hot spring, and then stimulated by the medicinal effects. At this moment, when the sleepiness was rising, he slowly blinked his eyes twice, and seemed to wake up a little, and said: "Don't want what?"

Wen Renye looked at him, speechless.

"You seem to have made an assertion and appeared by my side." Jiang Zheliu said.

He was so sleepy that he added vaguely, "But that's okay, I'm used to accepting the status quo."

It's like accepting the death of his teacher more than a thousand years ago, accepting all the mess of the Lingxiao faction, and even the decay and division of the entire Immortal Sect. Or, for example, accepting the gradual changes of his junior and junior brothers, the calculation of his friend Mianli hiding a needle, and the occasional embarrassment of heaven... accepting the life and death, good and evil of the people around him, and himself, from the body to the mood, increasingly tired and declining.

When the spring breeze does not come, the willow branches wither. Who can count the ups and downs of the world?

Jiang Zheliu rubbed forward slowly, closed his eyes and whispered, "Good neighbor... Thank you."

Wen Renye stared at him dazedly, without a sound for a long time, he stretched out his hand, trying to fiddle with the other's falling white hair, but the moment before he touched it, he even retracted the action.

... None of the people cherished by the other party does not put their interests first, and so does Zhu Wuxin and Lie Zhen.

No one is worth making Jiang Ziliu suffer.

——

I slept from late afternoon to early morning.

The morning light was still weak, the night was thick, and the candles seemed to be always dry. Xiaolu Achu came back and boiled some medicine, but Jiang Ziliu never woke up, and the medicine was cold.

Jiang Zheliu reluctantly woke up, but the sleepiness did not disappear. When he opened his eyes, he saw his good neighbor holding his hand, and his eyes immediately shifted.

Jiang Zheliu: "...Aren't you going to sleep?"

The other party's eyes twinkled, his spirit was terrifying, and his purple eyes glowed: "Not sleepy."

Jiang Zheliu looked at him for a while and said, "Sleeping is one of life's great joys."

Wen Renye hesitated for a moment: "Which one do you mean sleeping?"

Jiang Zheliu couldn't react for a while, was stunned, and said with a smile: "The one you think, come or not?"

This time, his good neighbor couldn't react.

Jiang Zheliu picked up the cold medicine bowl and drank a little when he heard Wen Renye's hesitant voice.

"Really?"

Jiang Zheliu raised his eyebrows and put down the medicine bowl after drinking half of it, as if planning to see what the other party wanted to do.

Afterwards, Lord Mozun nervously took off his robe, leaned over and lay beside Jiang Ziliu, pulled him into his arms and hugged him, satisfied: "Okay."

Jiang Zheliu: "...Young Zunzhu's heart is not right, it's really high-level and level."

"Of course." Wen Renye wanted to kiss him, but he restrained himself and whispered, "It's still early before dawn, it's the coldest time, you hug me, I'm hot."

Jiang Zheliu said, "Got it, little stove."

He was still sleepy, so he simply went back to sleep, and before going to bed, he raised his eyes to look at this young and terrifying demon.

It's unexpectedly thoughtful, unexpectedly childish, and unexpectedly endearing.

It seems that the prejudice against the inferiority of the demons cannot be classified into every individual. His neighbor, so far, is really good.

The room was quiet.

After dawn, the residual warmth on the bed was still there, and Wen Renye seemed to have only left soon.

Jiang Zheliu drank the medicine again and ate something, and then heard Chang Gan ask with a complicated and careful face: "Brother, your relationship with my little uncle... is that good?"

Before Jiang Zheliu could answer, A Chu, who came downstairs, also came over, raised his deer head and said, "The immortal slept with him. I heard that sleeping together will give birth to new deer!"

"That's a male snake and a female snake." Chang Gan corrected, "Brother and little uncle are both male, they won't give birth to little snakes, nothing will happen to two big men together, right, brother?"

Jiang Zheliu nodded while listening, thought for a while, and said casually while turning the teacup in his hand: "No, I can do everything, even having children."

Chang Gan was stunned: "...Ah?"