My Darling Sick Beauty

Qing Lin's smile froze on his face.

She looked at the other party drinking tea calmly and calmly, before replying after a while, "Not yet."

Jiang Zheliu actually didn't know how long the dragon's estrus period was, he just said it casually. On the contrary, Qing Lin got closer and closer, as if he couldn't resist the aura on him.

Dragon coral-like horns emerged.

Jiang Zheliu slightly stepped back a few inches to prevent the other party's expensive-looking horns from poking at him. He put down the teacup and was stuffed with medicine by Ah Chu. The medicine bowl was still warm and had a strong bitter taste.

The bitterness slightly covered the aura of a part of the heavenly body.

Qing Lin gradually returned to his senses, hesitating to speak, he said while thinking: "Friend, you... how long have you been experiencing this symptom?"

Jiang Zheliu drank the medicine slowly, recalled it for a while, and said unsurely: "What symptoms are you talking about, are your monsters estrous when they meet me?"

Qing Lin: "...That's right."

"About seven days." Jiang Zheliu glanced at A Chu behind him, "A Chu is still young, not yet mature. The little demons in my place are relatively young, and their reaction is much better than yours."

Qing Lin nodded, and the broken scales under his eyes reflected brightly, and suddenly said, "The venerable Lord Wenren has amazing endurance."

Jiang Zheliu frowned because of the bitterness of the decoction, and the taste he was used to was a little uncomfortable. He drank it slowly, and casually replied in the interval between drinking the medicine: "He is considerate of me."

After hearing this, Qinglin felt a little uncomfortable, but she didn't show it. Instead, she chatted with Jiang Ziliu for a while, then got up and left at sunset.

But this time, I didn't step on the air again, and the snow flew directly over without touching the ground.

Not long after Qinglin left, the sky was just dark and before night fell, Wen Renye and Ember Year returned from going out and found a rare medicinal herb.

Wen Renye easily sensed the presence of outsiders.

The window was only half closed, and the wind with the smell of ice and snow was still coming in. Jiang Zheliu sat on the rattan chair and drank the medicine. He drank half of it intermittently, and the medicine was a little cold.

He was reading a book, and he didn't know the specific content, but his expression was calm and indifferent, but the knuckles of the pages were slightly pink, and he rubbed the corners very slowly, showing his mood with small movements.

Wen Renye closed the window, leaned over and approached him, stretched out his hand to tighten the fur collar on Jiang Ziliu's shoulder, covering every inch of his neck tightly, and then raised his hand to hug him .

Jiang Zheliu was reading a book well, but without paying attention, he let this person hug him into his arms, and even carried half of the books he saw back to the bed.

...as if he wasn't weak, but couldn't walk.

However, once it snows in Zhongnan Mountain, the atmosphere will be very cold. The little devil has always disliked him getting out of bed. He likes watching Jiang Zheliu sleep all day long, but Lord Mozun can watch it all day... This is like some kind of strange psychological comfort, and the subconscious thoughts are similar to: The longer you rest, the longer your life will be, and you will be with me all the time.

It sounds a little naive, but in fact, this behavior is full of fear and anxiety about loss, but Wen Renye is not good at showing it, and can only get a glimpse of it from hidden and subtle places.

Xiao Liushu was put on the bed by him, and he didn't finish the medicine or read the book.

"Why is there half left?" Wen Renye reached out and smoothed the hair on his temples.

Jiang Zheliu was embarrassed to say that it was bitter, and felt that the reason was too childish. He was thinking about drinking it slowly for a while, so as not to worry the little devil, he was fed a sugar cake by the other party.

...It's like this again, wouldn't it make it even more difficult to drink it?

Jiang Xianzun bit the sweet candy cake, and while indicating that it was not good for him with his eyes, he swallowed it without changing his face.

Wen Renye said: "I found a useful medicine with Ember Year, and I will add it to you tomorrow. Today..."

He paused slightly.

"Did anyone come to see you?"

The Mozu's sense of smell is actually not very good. Wen Renye can feel it. It is purely due to his individual differences, or it is because he cares too much about the things around Jiang Ziliu.

Jiang Zheliu said: "Qinglin came here once, and I have some questions to ask you, please tell me."

Wen Renye stared at him and nodded, listening to him narrate what Qinglin had said in the daytime, frowning more and more as he listened, and said, "...A mysterious person?"

"Well." Jiang Zheliu looked at him, "Ling Xiao faction is in chaos, it's a good time to seize power, it's really unbearable."

"You are not allowed to think about this." The thing that the little devil is most disgusted with is to make Xiao Liushu worry about it. "Although the devil has this thing, it can't be exchanged with her. Let Qinglin die."

"Is there really such a thing?" Jiang Zheliu was quite surprised, changed the stereotype that the demon world only knew about fighting, and said, "If there is a chance, I would like to go to the Xuantong Giant Gate to have a look."

The **** and brutal inside the Xuantong giant gate is not suitable for Jiang Zheliu to go there. Wen Renye looked at his snow-white robe, thinking that he was not happy if the sleeves were stained with a little bit of gray, how could he put people in such a place inside the Xuantong giant gate.

"Not only this thing." Wen Renye shifted his gaze and stared at his dark eyes, "It's on you."

Jiang Zheliu was suddenly silent for a moment.

The only things he wore in the demon world were the ink bracelet and the resurrection stone. Listening to its description, there are many people who want to come to the resurrection stone.

Wen Renye's reaction also confirmed his thoughts. The little devil leaned down, stretched out his hand and pulled the pendant around his neck out of his shirt, and his fingertips slowly stroked the milky white and blue stone.

"To give birth to new life, only it can."

The resurrection stone cannot be resurrected, but it can repair the body that supports Jiang Zheliu's lack of vitality, and can stimulate the lack of heaven and earth in the Sixiang Dan furnace, and accelerate the birth of the Sixiang mythical beast.

Jiang Zheliu glanced down and said, "It has complete functions and various ways of use, which is very good."

"You were still angry with me because of it."

Wen Renye suddenly turned over old accounts.

Jiang Zheliu choked up as he watched the little devil's face get closer and closer, and the dark purple devil pupils looked at him intently.

"You haven't spoken to me all day."

Jiang Zheliu: "...Isn't that what you didn't tell me?"

It may be easy to find a person younger than yourself to cause such a scene. The other party's old accounts, jealousy, and sudden unease always come without warning.

Wen Renye didn't listen, and only remembered the grievances. He lowered his head and took a bite between the neck of the other party, and added another one on the edge of the mottled red mark, which looked very easy to be distracted.

Jiang Zheliu's Adam's apple moved slightly.

The big beauty looks good everywhere, has a slender neck, and even the Adam's apple that is not particularly obvious is a little more delicate than others. When bitten with red marks, it looks like broken strawberries spilled from the middle of an ice cream, and there is a seductive taste all over her body. the taste of.

Jiang Zheliu was afraid that he would continue to talk about the past, so he changed the subject and said, "I don't know if the person behind the scenes understands this thing on me, and wants to deliberately provoke a grudge between me and Qinglin, or your relationship with the demon world. hostility?"

The second statement is more likely.

The way he shifts the subject is not very natural, but the other person's focus is more unique. The sharp canine teeth in Wen Ren Ye's mouth exerted a little force, biting the delicate and fair skin to swell.

"You are not allowed to think about these things." The little devil was a little annoyed, he pushed him onto the bed, and leaned on Jiang Ziliu's shoulder to rub against him, like a large dog, better than that unpromising war horse in the demon world. Not much.

He is worthy of being the master of a world, his behavior leads the fashion, and he is exactly the same as his subordinates.

Jiang Zheliu put his hand on the back of his head, and felt the hard magic horn along his hair, and said, "I just said, even if I don't say it, I can't help but think about it..."

"Not allowed."

The little devil started to be unreasonable.

Who would have thought that one day, the most anxious thing about the dignified Lord Mozun would be the habit of his sweetheart.

"Year of Ember said that you should never lose your spirit and affect your recovery." Wen Renye hugged him and said, "Your injury aggravated because you heard the Suzaku bird's fall, and you were also angry with that bastard... After all these things, You don't even think about it. You sleep and read all the time, you can't wait for the snow to fall, it's spring, you go outside to see the scenery and plant some flowers."

When he said this, he thought of the physical fitness of the person in his arms, and changed his words: "Look at Ah Chu and the others planting some flowers."

Jiang Zheliu: "...It sounds like a waste."

But this is indeed the retired life he longed for at first, how to live and how to die, it is just destiny, and there is no need to struggle for survival.

Now that he has the idea of ​​​​survival, he naturally wants to make his body a little better, at least not to be so delicate and expensive, and it will hurt when touched. Even if this can't be done, he can still plan for the little devil in the long run, and he is not considered a useless person.

"no."

Wen Renye was so annoyed by his words that he didn't want to let go. He turned over half of the old account and made this sentence all hook up. He lowered his head and licked the place where the other party was bitten red. He was so angry that he wanted to take another bite. After a long time, he still didn't say anything, but said, "Can you use some good words for yourself?"

He was so annoyed that he was stabbed in an uncomfortable spot for some reason, like a big lion stroking against its fur and rubbing out electric sparks.

Jiang Zheliu didn't think the word was bad, but he was experienced and knew that the other party was angry, so he just coaxed him: "Okay, I won't say that."

This is another feeling. Falling in love with a Buddhist-like beauty like Jiang Zheliu is really hard to say. Smooth and comfortable.

Wen Renye's lowered voice hit the deer at the center of the mouth for a moment, and he didn't know how many died at that moment. His sensitive emotions suddenly stopped, and he looked at each other in a daze.

Jiang Zheliu didn't know why, thinking that he was not in the right place, looked at Xu for a moment with him, and thought: "Do you think that the good words of the demon world are different from those of the human race?"

Wen Renye swallowed, lowered his head and sniffed the aroma on his body deeply, and said in a low voice, "Most of it is the same."

Jiang Zheliu nodded.

"But there are some differences. The demon world is more sincere and brave, and less enthusiastic about wisdom."

"...Well." Jiang Zheliu sighed, "No wonder a child like you was raised."

Wen Renye's focus shifted again, and he didn't feel that the other party was joking about himself, but frowned: "I'm so big, do you still think I'm small?"

Jiang Zheliu originally wanted to say that with your age, I can feel you are young at any time, but suddenly I thought of something, my ears were a little red, and I coughed lightly, but said nothing.

But the other party has started to get angry again.

Demon Venerable's masculine dignity was challenged, he could only grit his teeth but did not dare to kiss him gently, biting a sharp tooth mark on his lips, causing Immortal Venerable to suffer such huge damage as his lips were red and swollen.

Jiang Zheliu was pressed and kissed by him, and he didn't break free for a long time, so he had to hold the other party and let him, until the little devil rubbed himself with his horns and said, "After finding this medicinal herb, I can give it to you in the year of embers. After making that kind of medicine pill, he said that it can be... Let me try it first, you have been feverish for so long and have not given up, if there are any other problems, it will be difficult to deal with at that time. "

Jiang Zheliu didn't react for a while, and subconsciously said, "Why try first?"

Wen Ren stared at him intently at night, took his hand nervously and put it on—

Jiang Zheliu withdrew his hand.

He also became nervous.

"...Xiaoyu him," Jiang Xianzun took a deep breath and let it out slowly, unable to calm his emotions, "Do you want my life?"

Wen Renye: "...But he said..."

"Don't talk about it." Xiao Liushu lowered his face, turned around and pulled the quilt to sleep, "I'm going to die, I won't listen to the doctor's orders."

Wen Renye: "…"

What can he do, he is also a little aggrieved.

——

Tianji Pavilion.

There are seven guardians in Tianji Pavilion, named after the Big Dipper, and now there are only six left. The Yaoguang Dharma Protector King Mo Xuan, the younger brother of the pavilion master, and the second young master of the Tianji Pavilion, disappeared for no reason.

Disappearance is what Tianji Pavilion said to the outside world.

Wang Wenyuan was dressed in a Taoist robe, holding a folding fan in his hand, with long hair tied in a crown, sitting on a futon with a pair of chess beside him.

Lin Qingxu, the elder of the Lingxiao faction, sat opposite him.

The elder is already old, and he treats everyone with a pleasant face. He blew the cup of tea in his hand and said with a smile: "This time, I was able to overcome all the opinions and get the position of acting head teacher. It all depends on the help of the pavilion master. "

It is not so much to help each other, but to collude with each other and operate in the dark.

Wang Wenyuan said politely: "Where. It's because of the high morality of Elder Lin. I would also like to thank the elder for giving Zhu Wuxin the sympathy of Wutong that day, which made him so crazy that he was killed on the spot by the person he loved the most. "

Lin Qingxu smiled more gently, nodded and said, "In order to repay the kindness of the pavilion master, I have also completed this matter. You and I will join forces in the future for mutual benefit and will definitely make the world of self-cultivation go further."

His gaze seemed to swipe at the place covered by the black cloth, and then he took it back.

Wang Wenyuan unfolded the folding fan, fanned it a few times at will, and said with concern: "It's just that even if it is a substitute teacher, there is no Lingxiao sword... I am afraid..."

Lin Qingxu fell silent for a while, before saying after a while: "Ling Xiaojian is with Immortal Venerable, how dare I take it."

Their reverence and respect for Jiang Ziliu are almost engraved in their bones, and it is difficult to think of grabbing them under normal circumstances.

"Ah—" Wang Wenyuan said, "Isn't Ling Xiao sent up to the mountain in two days to ask Immortal Jiang to return his sword? At that time, your attitude will be tougher. He is already a crippled person, so how can he occupy the famous weapon? It's mostly just a few words to embarrass you, but can you really make Ling Xiao's successor succeed?"

In one sentence, he hit Lin Qingxu's mind, and made his concerns clear. The Great Elder, who has more than enough success, squinted his eyes and said with a smile: "Naturally, Immortal Venerable will not ignore the Lingxiao faction."

Wang Wenyuan didn't bother to take care of this matter so far. All the cultivators know that Jiang Zheliu cherishes the relics of his ancestors. One is the Lingxiao faction, and the other is Zhu Wuxin. Even if Zhu Wuxin is dead, their concept cannot be changed for a while, and they still think that person is a safe haven. will make it difficult for them.

After drinking a cup of tea, Lin Qing humbly got up to say goodbye, but on the surface he was still gentle and kind. Wang Wenyuan also saluted and sent him away.

After Lin Qingxu left, he turned back inside, lifted the tea cover, touched the damp water vapor under the tea cover, and removed the sound cicada attached to it.

He glanced down, showed a strange smile, and put Ji Shengchan into his sleeve. He turned to the huge iron cage on the side and picked the black cloth away.

Layers of black cloth fell, revealing a snow-white monk's robe and long gauze hat, but the monk's robe was splattered with blood and speckled like red plum blossoms. The hands and feet of the people in the cage were also tightly entangled by the chains of the magic weapon, causing blood stains.

Wang Wenyuan used a folding fan to push away the long gauze of the bamboo hat, and smiled at the monk whose eyes were closed and said nothing: "Zen Master Mingjing."

He wasted a lot of strength to silently tie the heir of Lanruo Temple. His master is the former abbot, and his uncle is the current abbot. His background is not small, but the disciples of Lanruo Temple often travel abroad, as long as their The Buddhist lamp does not go out, and the abbot of Lanruo Temple who is hidden in the world usually does not deliberately seek it.

He stared at the handsome and fair face of the other party, and said, "It's really not polite to ask the Zen master to come here."

Wang Wenyuan stood up and, above the huge iron cage, used a folding fan to pick up a parrot with its flying feathers clipped.

"I'm not malicious, I just want to know... Is the prophecy derived from Lanruo Temple's causal deduction technique consistent with my hexagram?" He paused and asked clearly, "The Buddha sign of Jiang Xianzun , what was written?"

Although he didn't go that day, he asked all the things from the Dharma Protector's mouth, and he completely remembered every little detail in his heart. Wang Wenyuan is very confident in his divination skills and does not allow mistakes.

"Zen master, why don't you say anything?"