My Darling Sick Beauty

Jiang Ziliu couldn't hold on for long.

He was so tired, tired and sore, that when he leaned on Wen Renye's shoulder, he quickly lost consciousness.

The spiritual energy poured into his body gradually dissipated, along with those he had recovered from his savings. The ten thousand zhang peak has been climbed from the beginning, but he has climbed it too many times.

He slept for a long time.

When Jiang Zheliu opened his eyes again, he saw a ferocious and gorgeous roof. The decoration above was very well done. The materials were expensive and the skills were superb.

It is Jingshan Temple.

Jiang Zheliu turned his head, just as he moved, he felt as if his whole body had been run over by a wheel several times, and he didn't know how many bones were broken. The contusions on the flesh are even more numerous, but it seems that they have all been smeared with ointment, and the surface has recovered a lot, leaving only the deeper congestion.

He frowned in pain, glanced to the side, and saw a fluffy head resting beside him, with thick and hard hair lying beside him.

Just as Jiang Zheliu moved slightly and made a small sound, the fluffy head lifted up.

The two looked at each other.

The air was quiet for a moment, and then Jiang Zheliu was hugged by the other party.

Wen Renye silently hugged him, not very strong, as if he was afraid of hurting the unhealed wounds on his body. The other party's face was buried on Jiang Zheliu's shoulder, and he didn't speak for a long time.

…with an air of autism.

Jiang Zheliu raised his hand and touched the top of his hair, obviously he was injured more seriously, why did he feel that the little devil was the one who was a little unacceptable.

Wen Renye is indeed very difficult to accept.

Anyone who opened his eyes and saw his Taoist companion staring at him with blood stains all over his body was a physical and psychological shock.

Everyone else is stupid. If it was said that their brains were not working well before, they were completely stunned that day, and they were almost at a loss.

When Wen Renye took Jiang Zheliu back, Gongyiyan and Chang Gan thought something big had happened. When their lord encountered such a situation, he behaved very terribly, and his body was covered with low air pressure that could not be approached.

This low pressure lasted for a long time, and it was not until Ember Year told Wen Renye about the little willow tree again that he calmed down a little, but he still refused to let the other party out of his sight, and was always guarding by the side.

As if he was watching from the side, the other party could recover sooner.

In the past few days, Wen Renye made a profound review of his actions, and every hour passed, he suddenly couldn't help but recall the scene at that time, feeling sad and autistic beside Jiang Ziliu who was still awake.

Not only that, but because of this sensational event, he was held in a subtle manner by the great demons of the Demon Race. Some of the demon generals who had fought against Jiang Ziliu were even more sour and hated, pointing behind their backs, yin and yang strangely under his eyes.

The demons only fight, and the level of yin and yang is really not enough, but this is true. Although Wen Renye could beat them, he would not do anything about it, and would only become increasingly autistic and self-doubt.

He could really **** himself to death, jumping repeatedly on the edge of crying.

Fortunately, Jiang Ziliu didn't wake up too late. Although his previous cultivation progress evaporated out of thin air, the root of the Dao body and the soul were not damaged too much. As long as there is enough rest, it should not be too heavy. injury.

He regained his energy, but his body was still in pain, and he didn't know if his bones had grown back.

The little devil was buried on his shoulders, the air pressure was still very low, and his whole body was very sad, exuding a low feeling of "if you don't touch me, I will die".

Jiang Zheliu followed the hair on the top of his head, his voice was still very hoarse, and whispered in the ear of the other party: "I'm fine."

Wen Renye naturally didn't believe his words, but he could really feel the comfort of his lover, even if it was to make Jiang Ziliu not worry, he would gradually restrain his emotions.

The little devil turned his head and kissed him, just enough to touch his lips very close, soft and slightly cold. His demonic energy was purified before entering Jiang Zheliu's meridians, and slowly entered his body, swimming through the opponent's internal injuries.

After confirming that everything was normal, Wen Renye was a little relieved, put one hand on the other's pillow, lowered his head and kissed him again, the color in the purple eyes slowly changed.

Jiang Zheliu let him kiss him, and felt that the other party's lips were dry and warm, completely different from his own. The feeling brought by this temperature difference was very comfortable and made people like it a little.

He is never a person who is restrained on the surface and reserved. Since he likes it, he will not hide it. Instead, he slightly raised his arm, hooked the other's neck, and put his palms between the other's hair.

Jiang Zheliu's breath was a little cold, and it was also mixed with the subtle and fragrant fragrance of the heavenly spirit body.

Wen Renye was kissed by him on his own initiative, and stayed for a while. Then he regained his energy and felt that at least Zheliu was really not angry with him. He suddenly felt that all the cytokines in his body were alive.

He licked the other person's soft lips, biting the thin and graceful lips until they were bloodshot and red, slightly swollen, and then he went half-testing, half expectantly swept across Jiang Ziliu's neat teeth.

It is far from the fangs of the little devil. Jiang Zheliu is a body of ice and snow. Almost every inch of the outside of the body will be naturally cold, and even the teeth will be cool when licked.

Wen Renye especially liked it, his bipolar depression was eased in a short period of time. He was a little fascinated, rubbed over and carefully touched Jiang Ziliu's soft tongue.

The other side flinched.

Wen Renye didn't get a response, his activity just stopped suddenly, he began to think wildly again, couldn't help but stop kissing, looked down at the other party from above, and stared at him faintly.

Jiang Zheliu also looked at him, and just as he was about to speak, he saw the eyes of the little devil change rapidly.

It seemed that he would not be able to tell him the next moment, but he just stepped back a little, as if he had seriously hurt the other party, which made people feel inexplicably guilty.

"You..." Wen Ren Ye was in the middle of the conversation, he hesitated, he paused, his voice lowered and full of frustration: "I'm sorry."

Even the apology didn't seem to be able to find anything worthwhile, and the little devil was extremely annoyed.

Jiang Zheliu raised his eyebrows and looked at the other party, stretched out his hand to hold the other party's collar, hooked the neckline and pulled a few inches in his direction, and said softly, "I'm sorry, what should I do? How about we..."

"no!"

Jiang Zheliu: "…"

"Don't think about it." He responded quickly when he said this, his brain was very good, "I can't let you go. Don't even think about leaving me, it's absolutely impossible. Otherwise you hit me. Pause, I promise to obediently let you beat me, I…”

"To shut up."

Wen Renye immediately shut up, obedient like a little daughter-in-law who did something wrong.

Jiang Zheliu stared at him and said in a flat tone, "What's the point of venting your anger unilaterally? Is your injury healed?"

"Okay." The little devil nodded.

"let me see."

Wen Renye was a little reluctant, but still released his bone wings, covering the wings in front of him, and sticking them against Jiang Ziliu's hand.

Jiang Zheliu touched his hand on the edge of the rigid bone wing. He looked up and saw that the part that was smashed by Ling Xiaojian had not been completely restored, and a small gap was revealed on it, which was still slowly recovering. .

It is said to be slow, but in fact, under careful observation, this recovery is almost visible to the naked eye. A lot of time before seems to have been used to remove the frost of Lingxiao Sword.

Jiang Zheliu felt at ease for the time being. He stretched out his hand and stroked the edge of the injured area with his fingertips. He felt the bone wings under his fingers tremble, and slowly retracted it.

Wen Ren Ye approached.

"The injury on my body is also healed." He said, "Don't worry, I'm very good, I'm fine."

"What about the Taoist species?"

"It was sealed by me." Wen Renye said, "I am afraid it will take a long time to refine. The consciousness derived from the Doomsday Seed was cleared away in the strong fluctuations, and even the Killing Seed was also affected. weakened, there is no danger."

There is no danger, I dare to say this.

Jiang Zheliu heard the sudden jump of his temples, and frowned, "Two Dao Seeds were sealed at the same time? Is there any danger?"

"Yes." The little devil was persistent, "I can refine it. If it is transferred, it is easy to cause problems."

Although Jiang Ziliu was a little worried, at this moment, he didn't say anything directly, but chose to trust the judgment of the other party.

Since he woke up, the cub with a strong sense of presence in his lower abdomen also seemed to be active, jumping up and down to attract attention, and at the same time releasing demonic energy towards the little devil, full of a strong sense of rejection towards his father .

Jiang Zheliu had no choice but to take care of him because of the cub's fuss, so he stretched out his hand to cover the place where the cub was spinning, and closed his eyes to feel this little life.

The cub immediately became much more obedient, slipped in circles under the palm of his father's hand, and did not go anywhere else.

This ball finally has a physical body now, and it is kept in the gestational sac of the slowly growing celestial body, but his soul power is really strong, and it can always make Jiang Ziliu suddenly forget what he wants to say and transfer it to himself. .

A little guy who likes to get attention very much.

But this just offends his stingy and jealous devil father.

Wen Renye is sour, I don't know why, but it's sour to death. There is a feeling that the two-person world of the two of them is about to be broken. It is simply sadness. There is no expectation of "the crystallization of love". In his eyes, the relationship between him and the Taoist companion does not need one. "Crystal" to prove.

He watched Jiang Ziliu and the little guy feel each other by touching, and he almost shattered the vinegar jar. Wen Renye stared grimly at Jiang Zheliu's hand, couldn't help holding the opponent's wrist, and slowly moved it away.

Jiang Zheliu: "...?"

Afterwards, he watched the little devil's hand stroking his stomach for a while. It didn't seem like he wanted to communicate with the cub, but it seemed that the touch was too good to hold back.

Jiang Zheliu stared at him blankly, feeling a purified demonic energy spread over, carefully avoiding some of his injured internal organs and veins, and plunged into the cub's perception range.

One big and one small, the two demons communicated.

The cub is only half of the demon blood, but this race has always been very tyrannical, and it is estimated that the external performance will be more inclined to the demon. Even the demonic energy released is very similar to the child's father.

It's just that they didn't seem to be having a good time with each other.

Just when the two of them were about to quarrel, Jiang Zheliu pushed Wen Renye's hand away and glanced at him: "What are you talking about?"

Wen Renye naturally refused to tell the actual content, and now wrote: "...Said the color of the apron should be red."

The breath released by the cub had a taste of protest, but it was a pity that Jiang Ziliu couldn't receive it.

Jiang Zheliu was silent for a moment, then said, "Are you sure that his little wings can wear a bellyband?"

These words really stopped Wen Renye from asking.

The little devil thought for a long time, but didn't dare to say yes. He didn't like that the other party's topic revolved around this brat, but bluntly diverted the attention of the Taoist companion, pressed over to kiss him, and complained softly while kissing.

"Can you just ignore him, and tell me something else, okay? Your injury will take a few days to heal. The Year of Ember said that you can't move for a few days, and it's best not to walk..."

Jiang Zheliu still remembered the time when he was too weak to go to the ground, and didn't want the other party to be too sensitive: "Is this really what he said? Did you add the second half of the sentence?"

Wen Renye stopped talking, he didn't have the ability to deceive the other party, and he knew what character his object was. At this time, it was most useful to pretend to be dead.

Jiang Zheliu was pressed by the other's shoulder, licking from his lips to his Adam's apple.

His throat bone is delicate and fragile, and when Wen Renye was holding him, there was a subtle excitement that his life depended on him. The little devil's canine teeth couldn't stand it, and rubbed against him bumpily, even if he didn't exert any force, his skin turned reddish.

Jiang Zheliu held his face, rescued his neck from the fangs, looked at the other party and said, "Don't bite."

The little devil's eyes were bright, he couldn't help licking the tip of his teeth, nodded and assured: "I'll kiss."

"…real?"

"Just lick it twice." Wen Renye said, "Let me hug."

He really wanted to hug each other so much, Jiang Ziliu's body was soft and tough, and his waist was thin and slender, but it was not skinny, but covered with a uniform layer of muscles, and the lines were particularly beautiful. The arc is smooth and natural, and it is very comfortable to touch.

This waist, he can wrap around casually, and his two hands can be tightly buckled. Moreover, the legs are long, the skeletal structure is very coordinated, and the ligaments are soft.

The picture in Wen Renye's mind became more and more harmonious, and it gradually became less broadcast. His brain was full of mosaics, and he rolled his Adam's apple unnaturally. On the surface, he gently kissed the corner of the other's lips and said in a low voice: "Year of Ember said that crossing races is easy to give birth, and some double cultivation techniques can alleviate this, And your physique is quite special, you have to mess with me a few more times..."

Jiang Zheliu knew that he was injured now, and the other party would not do it even if he wanted to, so he was very reckless.

"Okay," he closed his eyes, and became sleepy again as soon as he was next to the other person. "Cut off half of it and do whatever you want, or if you have something in mind, I'm really not that deep, and it will hurt."

Wen Renye: "…"

The dignified Lord Mozun has been discriminated against because of his poor work.

He thought about it, and the more he thought about it, the more uncomfortable he felt. Thinking that he would be ashamed, quietly learn the superb double cultivation technique, and shocked Xiao Liushu.

However, before shocking the other party, he still changed the lover in his arms into a position that was easy to sleep, and held the other party firmly in his arms, and his heart settled down at once.

As long as Jiang Ziliu was by his side, he felt that he would have a career for the rest of his life.