My Darling Sick Beauty

Didn't expect the two of them to have a less successful Cold War over such a trivial matter.

Jiang Ziliu is not very good at acting like a spoiled child. His so-called acting like a spoiled child is a temporary softening of emotions due to pregnancy, which is inadvertent, but he actually doesn't mean it. But Wen Renye felt that the other party was tempting him to let go. He refused with a straight face, but he was upset in his heart while he refused. He turned over and transferred over, feeling as if he had bullied him.

Wen Renye didn't agree until the end. He didn't know if Jiang Ziliu was angry with him, but because of the numerous affairs, he couldn't stay in Jingshan Temple all the time, but left halfway. When he came back at night, Jiang Ziliu was already asleep.

Originally, the cultivation to the Nascent Soul stage has been regarded as very effective. It can not invade the cold and heat, sleepless day and night, and sleep will only become a habit. But after that incident, he went back to before liberation and was so sleepy that he was tortured even if he didn't let him sleep.

How could anyone dare to torture Lord Demon Empress, the eyes of the devils looking at him were full of admiration and love.

The reason for admiration is that this man was not only famous in the past, but now he can also smash the bones of the Lord with a single sword, so strong that all the demons' blood vessels are swollen, the whole body is hot, and the **** in his hand is ready to move. Love and love is naturally because of the recent death of Lord Mozun's reputation, and everyone thinks that he has been wronged.

Dream lover, alas. While guarding the gate, a young general thought bitterly, suffering all grievances, alas.

What is this called.

In his mind, he made up many scenes in which the Queen of Demons suffered grievances, but because of his position, the Lord was too strong to be beaten, so he could only sit on the threshold and feel very melancholy. Until night fell, the horns of the dark robe swept across his feet.

"I'm back, back off."

It is the voice of the Lord.

Demons communicate with each other, and they can always feel some emotions from each other's words, such as aggression, repression, or aggression.

The young general couldn't hold his head up because of the arrogant and arrogant spirit in these words, but because he thought about the domestic violence he heard all day and night, he reassured himself and said: "Your Highness, there is something for this subordinate, no. I know what to say and what to say.”

"Inappropriate."

"..."

Wen Renye glanced at him coldly.

Thinking with his heels, he knew what the devil was thinking. Wen Renye had seen too much in the past few days. There were those who stopped him in the street to ask about the situation, yin and yang were strange, there were two kitchen knives who couldn't stop him and rushed up, slipped and knelt in front of him, and took out a sword to challenge him, but the corner was not dug. Even if he slapped him against the wall, he couldn't pull it out.

Simply put, it is a variety of things, which very highlights the overall IQ of the race.

Looking at it this way, the Demon Realm Royal Family is indeed quite capable of leadership. They did not wipe out a group of Hanhans, but they were indeed diligent and conscientious.

The young demon general did not expect the lord to be so inhumane, so he was stunned for a moment, and then full of the spirit of risking his death, he stood in front of Wen Renye, gritted his teeth, and said, "Your lord, today you must get listen!"

Wen Renye: "..."

Ugh. here we go again.

"If you have any opinion on the Queen of Demons, you can say it directly!" The young man was fierce, and he said it loudly, "Don't torture Xianzun and refuse to let go! There is no such disrespectful partner in the devil world. tradition of!"

Wen Renye listened to these words in the past few days, and his ears were getting calluses again. He looked at the other party expressionlessly. The demon in front of him picked up: "What do you know."

If he could really control himself, how could he beat Dao Companion? He would feel distressed for a long time when the other party lost his hair, and the **** body appeared in his sight, and Wen Renye almost cried with anger.

As a result, this group of subordinates kept stepping on his thunder. Wen Renye became more manic-depressed the more he thought about it, his anger rose, he grabbed the demon's collar, and said indifferently, "Why are you shouting so loudly?"

The young demon general stayed for a while, then was thrown out by his boss and forced to leave work.

Wen Renye wiped his hands, his brows furrowed tightly, he felt that the little **** might have woken up Zhe Liu just now, plus Leidian was trampled, it was inevitable that he was in a low mood.

When he approached, Jiang Ziliu really woke up, got up from the bed with a tired expression, and moved to his beloved little chair.

He moved slowly, his muscles and bones were still weak, and his waist didn't have much strength. He didn't know if it was a sequelae of double repair or a symptom of pregnancy, but his whole body was limp.

Wen Renye just glanced at it, and he forgot that the two of them were still in a "cold war" because he was not allowed to drink, and gulped dryly.

So **** good looking. Absolutely.

Jiang Zheliu was sitting on the reclining chair, just woke up, but before he was too awake, he just sat on the chair and closed his eyes to regain his senses. The hair was slightly messy, and the snow-white slipped softly down his shoulders, blending with the same snow-white clothes. The sleeves also fell softly beside the seat, the folds spread, and the lines were as soft as a painting.

The little devil's heart was pounding, staring at his exposed white neck and collarbone, his eyes turned away from the red marks on it, and walking to him, he was full of first love.

He is always very first love in front of each other, and he doesn't know whether it is the power of long-term secret love, or the reason for the twists and turns in the process and the pain.

Jiang Zheliu rested his chin with one hand, slowed down, and opened his eyes again, the snow-colored eyelashes lifted up, revealing dark and cold pupils.

The two looked at each other.

Xiao Liushu hadn't been able to eat what he wanted to eat before, and he was obsessed with the sweet wine in the devil world, but he didn't want to talk to him again. Although he wasn't angry, he was too lazy to pay attention to him for a while.

The cub he was carrying made people a little tired. The mental kind, even if he didn't really go on his own way, was even more sleepy because of the decline in his mental state.

Jiang Ziliu felt that the two had different perceptions. Although the other party was beaten, he still felt vulnerable because of the sequelae of this fragment, but this could not be changed overnight.

He didn't necessarily want the other party to change it in a short time.

Although the state is not good, Xiao Liushu has controlled the slight changes in his character. Jiang Xianzun may always be destroyed, but his mind and control ability have been slowly improving.

The cold and peaceful eyes looked at Wen Renye for a moment, and then slowly retracted. Jiang Zheliu was still sleepy, and he didn't fully recover. He lay down on the desk a little slowly, put his arm against his arm, and closed his eyes silently and accidentally.

Remember, can't get up. too difficult.

Wen Renye glanced at him, and before he could express himself, he saw that the little willow tree he raised was wilted, and lay sleepily on the table.

The little devil is a little suspicious of the devil, and a little frustrated. He feels that the other party must blame him... After all, he is so coquettish.

The two did not reach an agreement during the day.

Wen Renye, as the party who refused, naturally felt uneasy. He stretched out his arms and hugged the other party, put it on Jiang Zheliu's ear, and said in a low voice, "Still sleepy? You've slept all day."

Sleeping for a day doesn't affect the continuation, but he has a cub who can absorb spiritual energy very well.

Jiang Zheliu couldn't open his eyes, so he could only listen. He might be partially awake, and he stretched out his hand to let the other person pick him up. He wrapped his forearm around Wen Renye's neck and leaned over to bury him by the little devil's shoulder. His breath was slightly cold. , the voice was soft like a dream.

"Well... I'm so tired..."

He has rested for so many days, and it should not be so tired. As soon as Wen Renye heard this, he felt that the little brat was at work, frowned and touched his lower abdomen, then lifted the other person up and weighed the weight, and then put him back on the couch and said, "Why not only can't I keep you fat? Still skinny?"

Jiang Zheliu returned to the soft couch, but did not persist beyond five steps from the bed. It's just that it's temporary, he didn't think about it, but squinted at Wen Renye, trying to get rid of his sleepiness, he drilled into his arms and put his pillow on the other's lap.

The little devil froze all over, not daring to move.

Wen Renye knew that the other party was bewildered, otherwise he might not be so close to himself, or come to take care of himself. His thoughts are flying all over the sky, and he can make up everything in a random way, and then generate a series of subtle emotions through the brain fill.

It's not an exaggeration to say that she looks like a Huaichun girl.

This Huaichun has been going for half his life, and he hasn't changed it for so long. Every time he looks at it, he is moved, and he can pull at will with his originally stable mood, making him lose his rational judgment.

...Loving someone is inherently unreasonable.

Jiang Zheliu rested on his leg and pressed it against his robe, curled up a little, like a ball of cotton candy that could be pinched easily.

With the aroma of heavenly spirits.

Wen Renye stared at him for a long time, his mind was full of yellowness, the picture was indescribable, and finally he cleared everything in his mind, lowered his head and approached the other party, his lips touched Jiang Ziliu's side cheek, and his voice was lowered: " I can't sleep any more, I'll have a problem with sleeping any more."

"..."

Jiang Zheliu moved slowly and moved further away.

Full of hatred.

The little devil was hit hard, but he cared about his physical condition perseveringly, and muttered like an old mother: "You wake up and wake up, let me tell you something? Liu, you have a second time to rebuild, I I still want to fight, this time you hit me, okay? Don't sleep, it's not good for your health..."

Jiang Zheliu was so annoyed by him, Cuanyuan was pulled back again, so he could only open his eyes to look at him, reached out to cover Wen Renye's face, pinched the other's cheek, and said, "What's the matter with you, God It doesn't seem to be good for your body anymore? Can you not ask me to use your standards... little devil... eh?!"

He was picked up by the other party.

Wen Renye hugged him in his arms, let the other party sit on his waist, then stroked Jiang Ziliu's back, hugged the other party, lowered his head and kissed the other party's lips very intimately.

"Double cultivation, practice method." He was extremely sincere, without the slightest perfunctory, "Drawing the essence of yang and transforming it into spiritual energy, you can fully exercise your body and restore your cultivation."

Jiang Zheliu: "...Is there no other way to exercise?"

Wen Renye was also silent for a moment, his eyes slid down from his shoulders, and hesitantly said: "Then change your posture?"

"..."

Good guy, this is really not a thing.

Jiang Zheliu naturally wouldn't listen, he crawled away from the side with a blank face, left the other's embrace, and then pushed the other side away, then turned his back to Wen Renye and closed his eyes, thought about it, and continued to insist; "Whenever you can seriously refer to my opinion, and don't worry about it, I will repair it with you."

The subtext is to quickly let me drink that wine, he has been thinking about it for a long time.

...to death.

Wen Renye sat beside him and thought about it for a long time, but he couldn't think of where he was wrong.