My Darling Sick Beauty

The light in the underworld is very weak.

The river Styx is flowing, so the halo above is sometimes absent. Everything in the carriage is complete, even if there are a lot of medicinal pills, it is not a problem to be trapped for a short time.

But the current situation is clearly not so peaceful.

Jiang Zheliu didn't let the two little demons do anything. His subconsciousness prevented him from pinning his hopes on others, and the current situation was not safe, but he was fine. Ah Chu and Chang Gan were the ones who were most worried about their lives. .

Jiang Zheliu told the two of them not to come over, and then reached out and touched the ink bracelet on his wrist.

The demon seal script on the bracelet has been lit up several times before, but when He Suhu seems to possess Zhu Wuxin, it seems to be able to block the perception of this magic weapon without triggering its aggressiveness.

The dim light leaked through the wooden windows, and scattered afterglow fell.

Jiang Ziliu's physical condition is not very good. His body was still hurting, but it wasn't an unbearable thing, it just disturbed his thoughts.

The one who opened his eyes again was Zhu Wuxin.

Zhu Wuxin seemed to be taken aback by the scene in front of him, he stared blankly at the chain wrapped around Jiang Ziliu's left hand, his eyes moved stiffly, and he looked at him sitting on the inside of the bed, dressed in a thin snow-colored shirt, She looked tired and buried her head in her knees, her hairpin fell off at some point, and her long hair was softly curled over her shoulders and spread across her slender back.

He... he he he what did he do?

I wish Wuxin the whole person is stupid. His Adam's apple rolled up and down, then slowly approached, and said in a low voice, "Senior brother?"

When he made a deal with He Suxi, he knew that the other party could wake up in his body and gain temporary freedom, but if the other party did something that he was extremely unwilling to do, the two would conflict.

Zhu Wuxin was reluctant to admit that he would do such a thing to his senior brother. He looked at the bloodstains on the other side's sleeves and felt a pain in his heart.

Jiang Zheliu raised his eyes and looked over silently for a moment.

"Senior brother, are you okay?" Zhu Wuxin was inexplicably uncomfortable at this sight. He raised his hand and touched the other's long snow-white hair, his voice hoarse, "Should you drink medicine, if you are angry, Hit me and scold me, don't toss yourself, where are the medicines prescribed in the year of embers? I'll get them for you..."

"Heartless."

The sound was a little low, with a slight hoarseness.

Zhu Wuxin's movements suddenly stopped, and he heard the crisp sound of the trembling chains, almost urging his vigorous desire for exclusiveness to continue to ferment, inducing an indescribable but incomparable sense of contentment.

His throat was dry, he got closer, lowered his head and whispered, "Senior brother, I'm here."

Zhu Wuxin saw those usually dark and dull eyes looking at him, and saw a hint of red spread from the corners of his frosty eyes, and the beautiful color dyed through the cold eyebrows. Those almost opaque eyes reflected his face, and slowly weeping slightly moist tears.

Zhu Wuxin's heart trembled, and he even forgot to breathe.

His senior brother is unparalleled in elegance and splendor, and he has never shown such an expression.

Zhu Wuxin stared blankly at the other party, saw the pair of snow-white long eyelashes slowly falling down, and heard the other party's low and forbearing voice.

"Wuxin...you untie this."

Zhu Wuxin had no brain at all, and at this time, his thinking ability was directly reduced to zero. He stayed for a while, then slowly stretched out his hand and pressed the other end of the chain, but instead of undoing it directly, he turned to touch Jiang Ziliu's hand. The part of his wrist was not so tightly tied, so he said in a low voice, "It's the Netherworld outside, there's nothing to see, and when Senior Brother is willing to take off the bracelet that the devil gave you, I'll take you to another place to live in seclusion. . Right now...you'll be resting beside me, okay?"

He didn't wait for Jiang Zheliu to answer, and continued on his own: "You don't have to move anything, just take a good rest. I will take care of you."

This sounds more like a caged canary.

"As my senior brother taught me, I will be able to handle matters related to the Lingxiao faction." Zhu Wuxin became bolder and bolder as he spoke, leaned over to his forehead, and said, "Senior brother, Lord He Zun promised me that I would not attack. In the realm of comprehension, it's fine."

Jiang Zheliu stared into his eyes, no longer confused by the other party's way of thinking, but was silent for a moment, and said softly: "I won't leave, you untie the chain, I don't want to..."

He paused, then continued lowly, "I don't want to be like a tethered bird."

The ends of his eyes were still red, light and soft in color. The voice is also very calm and soft, and it sounds like there is no other intention.

Zhu Wuxin was a little anxious to hear it, and quickly said: "It's not like this, I treat senior brother... I treat senior brother... as a Taoist companion."

The more he explained, the more nervous he became. The more nervous he was, the more he wanted to explain. In the end, he hesitated for a while, but he still couldn't resist Jiang Ziliu's eyes. Thinking that the other party was like this, he used his spiritual power to untie the underworld chain that was tied to the head of the bed. opened.

The beauty plan has not changed through the ages, even if you know clearly that you shouldn't, you will still jump in.

Zhu Wuxin took his wrist, rubbed the light red mark on the back of his hand, and talked a lot about the past.

Jiang Ziliu seemed a little sleepy.

When his body is extremely tired, it is easy to fall asleep directly. Although Zhu Wuxin wasn't very clear about this, he had a wicked heart, and he let go of the other person's wrist, so he couldn't help but turn to hug this thin, sickly boned body, almost feeling from him. less than weight.

The opponent's body is too light, but it is not the kind of light weight on the surface of mortals, but when it is picked up, the weight of the soul and the body is empty.

Jiang Zheliu had an aura like a little snow in the early winter, it was cold and soft, and the closer it was, the clearer it would feel.

"Senior brother," Zhu Wuxin said, "Are you sleepy?"

This is clearly a well-informed question.

There was only a muffled, low reply.

Zhu Wuxin didn't know what mood he was in right now. He felt a little unreal, and even more confused. He even felt that what he was holding was not Jiang Ziliu himself, but a dream bubble born based on him. will disappear without a trace.

The moment when he really felt that he was getting it was when he was the most uneasy.

Until he heard the chirping of the sword.

The unchained hand, with this action, can easily hold the Lingxiao sword standing beside the bed, and pull the sword body out of the ice scabbard.

Zhu Wuxin was two seconds late, and then he figured it all out. Instead, he finally grasped a sense of reality, thinking that what his senior brother did was too normal, instead of dodging, he leaned against Jiang Zheliu's ear and lowered his voice. Said: "If you are really angry, stab me a few times."

Most people can't pull out the Lingxiao sword, even Zhu Wuxin is very laborious, but this sword used to be Jiang Ziliu's saber, and the sword recognized the master, so it can be easily pulled out of the ice sheath, but there is no spiritual energy Even if he is recognized by the world's No. 1 famous sword, he will not be able to exert one ten thousandth of its strength.

At most, the opponent only caused some injuries that mortals could inflict. For cultivators, even if they did not take any precautions, they would be completely repaired by Lingtai or Nascent Soul after three or five days.

"I knew that senior brother hasn't forgiven me yet." Zhu Wuxin closed his eyes and didn't let go, "As long as you don't leave me, I will do anything..."

His words stopped suddenly.

The **** aura spread, but it wasn't his.

Jiang Zheliu's palm slid across the Lingxiao sword, the blood soaked through the blade, and the lettering on the Lingxiao sword was full of blood, and it shone faintly.

He can't use any spiritual energy, he is a broken vase, and the spiritual energy will only leak out when entering the body, but his realm is still there.

It's just that this Taoist body is dilapidated, almost withered, and there is not much blood left in it.

Just as the sweet smell spread, Ling Xiaojian's edge folded a dazzling cold light, and then there was a muffled sound that submerged into the body, traversing from the back to the front chest, and there was no deviation from the standard.

Bright red-dyed snow jacket.

Zhu Wuxin only had time to see the eyes of the other party. Between those eyes that were still full of tears and slightly reddened, there was only darkness left, and there was endless silence.

Jiang Ziliu's fingertips dripped blood on the ground.

"The one who walks one hundred paces is half ninety." He said with no expression, his tone was calm and authentic, "The ancients honestly did not deceive me."

Ling Xiaojian penetrated Zhu Wuxin's body from the rear, nailing the soul in this body to death, and even the part that He Susu seemed to possess could not easily break free.

"...You." Zhu Wuxin spit out a large mouthful of blood, tightly clutching the wrist of his other hand, his voice hoarse: "You will die! I am the caster, the enchantment will shatter, Styx...Ming The river is full of evil spirits..."

"He Zunzhu will let me die in the Netherworld." Jiang Zheliu looked at the other party, and seemed to be thinking about this question, "Isn't an Immortal Venerable with no power to tie a chicken more useful than a corpse? ?"

Before the words were spoken, several terrifying cracks burst out from the barrier. In the next moment, the entire Styx River was split open by the sword energy, and the endless evil spirits in the river dissipated under this sword, and the tide separated to both sides. Yu Jin violently smashed the barrier, and the carriage was split apart and shattered into ashes.

But the sword qi suddenly retreated when it was about to touch Jiang Zheliu's hair, so that no one was hurt, only the mane of the war horse in the demon world was pulled off.

The tide of the Styx surging and circling around, black clouds filled the sky. The Demon Venerable in bone armor was suspended in mid-air, and the ink knife in his hand swayed with brutal killing intent.

Just when he split the water of the Styx, the breath that had been blocked suddenly appeared again. Wen Renye's confused brain suddenly awoke, and most of the killing intent was suddenly suppressed.

The carriage split apart, and the scarlet bloodstain directly crushed the demon's emotions, and he was awake for only three seconds. The big demons behind him watched the Lord slam into the bottom of the Styx River, and rushed in without thinking. The entire Styx River, which was blocked by the sword energy, was boiling and scattered, and the tide was constantly circling on both sides.

Jiang Zheliu only heard the sound of the enchantment breaking, and then he was shrouded in a dim shadow.

The huge bone wings wrapped around him, the hard armor softened and restrained when it met him, the purple gemstones embedded in the visor disappeared, and returned to the eye sockets, turning into the eyes of ordinary people, the familiar pine and cypress light fragrance. Surrounding him, he let out all the energy from his body, and the spirit that he barely supported also relaxed a lot.

The little devil seemed terrified.

Obviously he was kidnapped... Wen Renye seemed to be a victim, hugged him without speaking, a pair of bone wings pulled him tighter and tighter, wrapped around his waist and clasped his back, never letting go.

The demonic energy was very clean, and he didn't feel any killing intent, but Jiang Zheliu just felt that he was scared.

Until he felt the damp heat marks on his shoulders.

…Cried?

The more Wen Renye doesn't speak, the more uncomfortable it becomes. Jiang Zheliu couldn't even comfort him. He coughed a few times. In fact, he was so tired that he wanted to sleep, but the little devil seemed to be very sad, so he didn't want to let himself fall asleep, but hugged him back The other party whispered: "I'm fine, really... I'm really fine."

This is simply not convincing.

Jiang Zheliu thought to say something to ease the atmosphere, and was suddenly turned around and kissed by the other party.

He was stunned for a moment, but did not react, and in this gap of acquiescence, the other party entered the sweep deeply as if looking for a reassuring sense of presence, took all the initiative, and grabbed it rampantly. his breath.

If Jiang Ziliu hadn't been hugged by him, he would have been overwhelmed. He was kissed so that the tip of his tongue was numb, and he really had no strength at all. He could only lean on his arms and let him do whatever he wanted, and the end of his eyes began to turn red again.

This time it was real, the uncontrolled kind.

The seven or eight grotesque monsters behind Wen Renye were shocked. They stood not far away and looked at each other. No one dared to speak. , fell to the bottom of the Styx and saw this scene.

He stared dumbfounded at Jiang Xianzun who was protected by the lord, and looked at the hand of the demon queen on the shoulder of the lord.

Shi Binghen swallowed his saliva with difficulty, then lowered his head and glanced at the corpse on the ground that was stabbed in the opposite direction by Ling Xiaojian, and muttered: "Remnant blood kills? ... It's not that all cultivation bases are lost, and we can't fight anymore. ?"

The big demons beside him didn't look very good either. They seemed to recall the years when they were beaten by the Immortal Venerable, and they deeply doubted that there would be some reserved items for mixed doubles in the demon world in the future. Most importantly - ah! Dream lover! The boss kissed the lover of his dreams!

The two big characters of despair stabbed at Chun Xin's sprouting demon heart.

Shi Binghen didn't understand the minds of these demons, so he raised his arm to the one next to the pestle: "Look, it's not all cleaned up. We in the demon world have always been winners marrying wives and losers widowed. Well, let's open up."

To a certain extent, this seems to have also contributed to the atmosphere of the demon world, which only grows its strength and does not grow its brains.

Jiang Zheliu didn't get distracted, didn't pay attention to what they were saying, and didn't even notice that there were people beside him. He was really let down by the little devil, so he leaned on his shoulder and slowly calmed down, and after a while he said in a low voice, "...Zhu Wuxin..."

He originally wanted to briefly tell Wen Renye what happened, but he ended up saying these three words, and the body that was penetrated by the Ling Xiaojian on the ground burst out with endless ghostly cultivating energy. The ground was shaken more than ten meters away.

Being so precisely pierced through Nascent Soul's Dao body is actually not very useful. But He Susu still appeared. He seemed to have some regrets that the transaction could not be completed as he wished, but this regret did not seem to be particularly obvious.

The next moment, this body was completely swallowed up by the strong ghost energy. It didn't seem to disappear, but it seemed to be put away.

The entire Styx River was surging and vibrating, and thousands of evil ghosts let out shrill screams. Several giant chains emerged from the bottom of the river, entangled like iron bridges. In the center closed by the chains, an insubstantial shadow slowly condensed into a human shape, but it was locked by the chains and couldn't move too much. the distance.

What looks like black hair and gray eyes, the hair is naturally slightly curled, it seems to have been cut off, and it only grows to the back of the neck. He sat between the secluded giant chains, supported his chin with one hand, and said with a smile, "Wen Ren respects the Lord."

He Su seemed to be knocking on the chain again and again, with a smile on his lips: "You two are really too much, anyone who comes will have to chop my Styx once."

Wen Ren Ye's bone wings moved slightly.

In terms of cruelty and killing, the Demon Race is definitely the leader of all races, but when it comes to insidiousness and cunning, Gui Xiu is the second, and no one else is the first.

"Old stuff."

Wen Renye turned his eyes around, a layer of violent blood almost filled his deep purple eyes, he pulled the corners of his lips, and his tone was cold.

"I killed you."

He protected Jiang Ziliu behind him, and the pitch-black ink knife emerged from his palm again, and a dazzling cold light appeared on the edge of the blade.

Infinite evil ghosts entangled up, and were slashed to the bottom of the river by the accompanying great demons. The howling Yaksha Shura rushed over and was split into pieces by the ferocious demons.

The gods were fighting, but Shi Binghen had no intention of intervening. He quietly got behind Jiang Zheliu, didn't dare to touch anywhere, and only carefully poked his shoulder with his fingertips.

Jiang Zheliu knew that he couldn't stop the little devil, and he was still surrounded by Wenren Ye in the range of the bone wings, but he was very safe. He had just relaxed, when he was poked, and when he turned his head, he was stuffed with a cold thing.

...they really feed like this in the Demon Realm.

Jiang Zheliu bit the colorless spirit stone that was stuffed over, and licked it, it was so cold.

Shi Binghen was severely hit by the beauty at close range, and was stunned for a while. He raised his eyes and glanced at the lord in front of him, and the color was empty in an instant, and said: "Produced by Xuantong Giant Gate, it is green and natural, and the old man is innocent. I will make it up for you. Body. Immortal Venerable, don't worry about our venerable lord, he is not impulsive for a day or two, and instead of coaxing you at this time, he fights with that old ghost..."

The colorless spirit stone quickly melted between his lips, sliding down his throat like ice water. The pain in Jiang Zheliu's body was temporarily suppressed, and his mind became much clearer. He raised his eyes and looked at the big red-clothed demon in front of him: "Thank you."

"Hey, don't thank you, who are we and who. You will be my wife in the future." Shi Binghen rubbed his hands, and said vigorously, "The group of monsters fighting next to each other are fiercer than each other, and when they meet you, Xianzun, Don't dare to say a word, the old tradition of the devil world, serious and cowardly... Isn't this delicious? The lord specially killed the aliens for you, and took it out of your brain..."

Another chatterbox.

Jiang Zheliu didn't feel anything when he heard the front, until he listened to the last sentence, and then slowly calmed his expression and said, "From... in your mind?"

"That's right!" Shi Binghen looked longingly, "That alien species is not much weaker than you were back then, the Lord is really too strong—"

Jiang Zheliu: "…"