My Darling Sick Beauty

Netherworld.

The Styx River is surging, and the ghosts are wandering. The sky is dark, and the eyes are dim.

A ray of blood melted in the river water, scattered and smudged, and then disappeared.

He Susu retracted his hand, and the ghost qi that had washed away the bloodstains also lingered around his fingertips. Instead of using Zhu Wuxin's body, he used his body.

The slightly curly black hair slowly stretched along with the flow of the river, and even the secluded giant chain that bound his hands and feet also trembled slightly.

"That Buddha who cultivated and attained the status of Earth Store Bodhisattva, but because of a vow to never become a Buddha, is as stupid as the path he chose." He Suxiang's fingers lingered with ghosts, and he brushed away the remaining residue on Mingjing's shoulders. The blood scab looked at the wound on his body, "Unfortunately - he died too early. After spending thousands of years with me in the underworld, he still fell into the fire."

To a certain extent, He Zu seems to be really able to live, and can be worthy of the phrase "old and immortal", but in his capacity, it should be fine to be called "dead ghost", but it doesn't sound serious.

"The ambition to purify the world's evil spirits is too naive." He Susu said, "You don't want to cultivate this way, right?"

Mingjing lowered his eyelashes and didn't reply for a long time, until He Zuxian calmed down, he slowly opened his mouth and said, "He Zunzhu."

"Um?"

"...Senior Jiang, how is he?"

He Su's eyebrows were locked, but he didn't expect that the other side of the mud Bodhisattva would not be able to protect himself when he crossed the river, and he also cared about Jiang Zheliu's affairs. He pulled the corners of his lips and said, "Not far from death, do you want to give him a ride?"

As he spoke, he raised his hand, grabbed Zen Master Bai Jing's chin, approached and stared at it for a while, and said, "Aren't you worried about yourself first?"

He looked at him brightly and calmly. The dark red Bodhi mole between his eyebrows was as bright as blood, but his eyes were always as light as smoke, as if facing him was no different from facing Wang Wenyuan or anyone else. .

He Susu's movements paused slightly, and his eyes gradually changed. He lowered his head and said, "I'll ask you again, are you his reincarnation?"

All reincarnation reconstructions require someone who has met in a previous life to point out their identities before they can restore their memories. If the other party is the reincarnation of that person, Mingjing should have already remembered it when he mentioned it.

But he didn't. His eyes were calm, not even a drop of excess water splashed out, like an endless, flat lake.

What seems a little frantic. His emotions seemed to be stretched and stretched repeatedly, then folded and smashed, causing confusion in his heart.

After a moment, he slowly released his hand.

The man who insisted on transcending him was already dead.

He Su seemed to let out a breath and said, "That person is my friend. If you go back to Lanruo Temple to ask, you should be able to ask his name... Forget it, you will stay with me here until I get rid of this. Chains and I'll send you back."

Mingjing still looked at him silently, showing no happy or unhappy expression, only a faint worry.

"If I can't get out of here." He Suxi raised his head, glanced above the Styx River, narrowed his eyes and smiled, "Then you will also stay in the Netherworld."

The river was flowing, and countless evil ghosts, Yaksha, were dormant at the bottom of the river, staring at the delicious blood food around the Lord with green eyes, but the delicious food in the eyes of the ghosts just stood there and glanced at the Styx River. the end of.

The Styx is so long that it is difficult to see the edge, as if there is no end.

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The demon world and the demon world lasted for a long time, and the friction continued, forming a state of stalemate. Then it really attracted a sneak attack. The sneak attacker was lured into the net, beheaded the Taoist body outside the 100,000 mountain, crushed the soul, and cleaned the first group of people who were eager to act greedy. The land where the demons attacked was pressing step by step, almost pressing into the great formation of the four immortal gates protecting the mountains.

But because of the great formation of protecting the mountain, Xianmen still has the confidence to make demands. Many elders of the Lingxiao faction are temporarily headmasters, and they lead the factions in the name of the head of the immortal gate, which exists in name only. Both Wushuang Jiange and Tianji Pavilion complied with each other, and there was no objection.

It's just that the current voice of the Lingxiao faction is only the voice that everyone drives the ducks to put on the shelves, which is very different from when Jiang Zheliu was there. They need a titular leader, someone who takes on the greatest responsibility.

But no one would have imagined that Wen Renye's ink knife, which had been tempered with the Dingzhu, could slash directly at the mountain gate, breaking the indestructible barrier that had been maintained for thousands of years. At the moment when the enchantment was broken, the news of the old pavilion master Jin who had survived the calamity by force and died, everyone took this opportunity to reconsider with the demon world in the name of condolence and death, and temporarily put out the war.

In fact, the demon generals were also exhausted from fighting and advancing, and the casualties were not light. And there was also news from the back of the Demon Realm that Wen Renye had to return.

Wen Renjian has also been trapped in the calamity for a long time. Just two days ago, the fire of Hedao robbery burned his primordial spirit, freeing the slaughtering dao seed he possessed and destroying the environment of thousands of miles around. tear people to shreds.

Only Wen Renye can handle this.

The world has gained a hard-won respite.

The war is ruthless, even Qing Lin, who has reached a short-term consensus with Wen Renye, is terrified of the battle power of the Demon Race and the ink knife in Wen Renye's hand.

At this time, there will be many righteous people who will miss Jiang Xianzun, and the Lingxiao sword that makes people shy away and overwhelm the world.

But now, the owner of Ling Xiaojian is planning his funeral in a mountain covered with snow all year round.

...it's not even a plan.

Jiang Zheliu wrote the results of his exploration of the Hedao Heavenly Tribulation in recent years on paper and enclosed it in a letter. He took many times more medicine than before, so that the appearance of this body did not reveal much flaws.

But still can't hide from the doctor's eyes.

Sitting next to him, Ember Nian watched the critically ill patient in front of him calmly put the letter under the pen and press it against an inconspicuous corner of the desk, and said with a bitter face, "Why do you want me to explain to Wen Renye? ?you……"

"Xiaoyu," Jiang Zheliu said calmly, "I didn't pursue what you were hiding from the little devil."

The ember year choked suddenly, and he didn't think of the next words for a long time, and said embarrassingly: "Isn't this also for the seniors..."

"Then I'll be good for him."

Although Ember Year can see from the pulse detection that his condition is not right, but because of the medicine, he does not know how bad the other party is, and he has no idea in his heart: "The more you do this, the more I think you seem to be worse. outrageous..."

"Whether it's better or worse, it's someone you can't cure."

Although it is true, the self-confidence and self-confidence of medical skills in the year of embers have suffered a major blow. He sighed and glanced at the other person up and down, confirming that from the outside, he could not tell what the state of this person was.

He pondered for a moment, and brought up the old thing again: "The time you mentioned re-holding the sword, I thought about it, and the only way is really... After you die, I will make you a puppet."

Jiang Zheliu paused for a moment and looked up, "Do you know what I'm going to do?"

Ember Year reluctantly said: "The raw materials for the puppet technique are all corpses, and the corpses are already cut off from life, so the corpse can regain control of its power, which is naturally the only way to let you regain your sword. Maybe after the puppet master's autopsy Repair, your meridian body is smoother than before."

Before he could finish his words, he suddenly heard the sound of a medicine bowl being smashed outside the screen. When he turned around, he saw a pair of fluffy antlers running out.

"A-Chu heard that, are you alright?" Ember asked.

Jiang Zheliu glanced over and said, "It's fine. When he comes back, I'll tell him that's it."

Ember Year nodded, didn't care about this little episode, and continued: "It's just that you want to use this method to save your power, why?"

Jiang Zheliu slowly picked up a cup of tea, moistened his lips, and said slowly, "Just give Ling Xiaojian a home."

Ember Year suddenly woke up to these words.

When Jiang Zheliu's cultivation is still there and the Taoist body is intact, Ling Xiaojian can be put into the user's Taoist body, which represents a high degree of recognition from both parties. But now, this treasure and famous sword can only guard Jiang Zheliu by his side, and cannot be stored in his body.

"Also, I want to cut off the thoughts of the younger generation of the Lingxiao faction." This sentence was extremely ruthless, "Even if someone wants to make a comeback, don't use the greedy hand of fame and fortune to hold this sword."

It seems like an indescribable obsession. It starts with Jiang Ziliu saying "This is my saber". He wasn't going to give it to anyone again.

One wrong thing is enough.

Ember Year had difficulty understanding Jianxiu's mentality, but he couldn't say anything to persuade him, he just sighed and said, "I don't know how much time you have, but you still have the Resurrection Stone on you, don't think too much about it. Pessimistic, although people who cultivate the Tao have a hundred years, there is still time between you and Wenren, and there may be other opportunities..."

He didn't know about the cracking of the resurrection stone.

"Senior Jiang's advice to others has always been used as a reference, and he has always made his own decisions." Yu Jinnian stood up, "You should think about how to appease Wen Renye."

Jiang Zheliu pondered silently for a moment, and said, "...Thank you for your time."

Ember Year waved his hand, turned around and left.

He didn't expect at this time that this was the last time the two of them talked.

Jiang Zheliu is a person who can quickly accept the reality. He has even searched for many places in Zhongnan Mountain. He feels that under the ice and snow of Zhongnan Mountain is indeed a good resting place, but he is afraid that the little devil will dig him up. Come out, or give up this decision.

There are very few people who know that the deadline is approaching, as calm as him.

A Chu came back in the evening. He looked sullen and his eyes were red, as if he had learned a big secret, but he didn't say anything, and added a coat to Jiang Ziliu without saying a word. He didn't let go, but leaned over and hugged him.

"Brother..." His voice was still vaguely whimpering.

Jiang Zheliu reached out and touched the horns on his head, rubbed it on the fluffy antlers for a moment, and whispered, "Why are you crying?"

"The book says you'll be fine!" A Chu gritted his teeth and said, "I've never seen a protagonist fall in love and die in the middle, how can you do this!"

Jiang Zheliu was silent for a moment before thinking, "Which book?"

A Chu choked for a moment, wiped his tears, lowered his head and said, "It's a book I read... a book."

He paused and continued: "And Chinese medicine can't be Western medicine! What do you think about anatomical repair or something, it sounds very scientific!"

Jiang Zheliu didn't understand the meaning of science, but he could understand the emotion of the other party's retention. He reached out to wipe his tears and said softly, "Don't tell Brother Wenren about this, okay?"

A Chu stared at him blankly, not noticing when he agreed to him.

The celestial spirit body is still very fragrant, exuding an aura that is easy to get close to. Whatever you say, can make A Chu agree without knowing it.

But he was still very sad. He leaned against the screen and began to cry. After dark, he was tired from crying and fell asleep accidentally.

He slept much more deeply than Jiang Zheliu.

Jiang Zheliu was also sleepy, but because of the drug effect, he was much more energetic than usual. Just coughed intermittently. His hand fell on the resurrection stone, and he could clearly feel the crack, expanding the crack at a speed that was completely comparable, and even the vitality that maintained his body gradually thinned out.

He remembered a lot of things, and he was a little distracted.

The night wind blew a white plum into the window.

The residual petals blew into his hair with the wind and fell along the long snow-white hair. When Jiang Ziliu found this fallen plum, he wanted to reach out and fiddle with it, but he was suddenly held by his hand.

The palms are warm, and the warmth is a little hot, and the warmth is continuously passed on.

The heavy, **** smell of pine and cypress surrounds him.

Jiang Zheliu's hand was clenched by him, and it was pressed against his knee. Before he could say anything, a pair of warm and dry lips pressed against his lips and pried open the plain white teeth.

Wen Renye's mood was not particularly right.

The tip of his tongue was very aggressive, and it rolled over like a plunder, entangled with Jiang Ziliu's weak soft tongue, and melted his breath little by little, pressing it into his mouth. He held the other's slightly swollen lips, and branded a tooth mark between the thin and easily injured lips, with endless anxiety.

Jiang Zheliu was bitten by him and it hurt a little. He raised his hand and followed his back as if to comfort him. He rubbed the opponent's magic horn against his forehead, and then he noticed the **** aura lingering around him.

It is a very familiar **** smell, with the smell of other demons, and there are only a few demons that Jiang Zheliu is familiar with...

His throat tightened, subconsciously thinking that there was civil strife in the demon world, and the old group of demon generals took advantage of the chaos to seize their positions.

But the truth is even more tragic than that. When Wen Renye took over the two knives when he was a child, he never thought that one day, the blade would penetrate his father's body and take out the slaughtering sect that ravaged and released indiscriminately.

The half-step Jinxian merges with the Dao, and must first be integrated with the Dao species, and after the integration with the Dao species, there will be no more troubles of the combination of Dao.

Only Wen Renye can accommodate the slaughtering Taoist species in the demon world, and this double-edged sword-like treasure of the Tao is sealed in his body, stained with the blood of his relatives.

The atmosphere was a little depressed, and neither of them spoke any more.

The little devil hugged him tightly, put his head around his shoulders, and there was an extremely strong depression on his body. The edges of his lips were so dry that they were about to crack and bleed. During the kiss just now, Jiang Ziliu could almost faintly taste the blood between his lips.

He slowly raised his hand and ran down his back, like petting a big, fluffy cat, and asked in a low, gentle tone, "Is it better?"

Wen Renye didn't speak, but chased his breath and leaned closer to his arms, until he was calmed down by the cold air of ice and snow on his lover's body, and then he said dumbly, "Yes."

Regarding the smell of blood, Jiang Zheliu didn't ask anything, but slowly rubbed his horn, his fingers slid down soothingly along the magic horn, wrapped around his shoulders, and moved away from the topic.

"Why did you come back suddenly?"

Although he asked this question, he was actually very happy that he came back. Jiang Zheliu also wanted to see him very much, but he actually missed him very much.

Wen Renye wanted to tell him the obvious excuse, but thinking that the old pavilion master of Wushuang Jiange had a good relationship with the other party, the words stopped for a while, and his voice was hoarse: "Take a break."

He didn't want to make Jiang Ziliu sad.

Compared to making him sad, Wen Renye's first reaction was to hide it for now. This is the same on both sides.

He was reluctant to let go, even if the other party stayed here waiting for him, he still had a sense of crisis that seemed to be a bubble in the next second, he tightly wrapped his arms around the other party's waist and whispered: "... It's my fault for not telling you. Don't be sad... I'm afraid..."

"Are they afraid that they will go up the mountain to find me?" Jiang Zheliu said.

Wen Renye looked at him blankly and nodded.

This demon didn't go through the door or window when it came back. It was the technique of shuttle between the two worlds.

"I know." Jiang Ziliu didn't pursue it, "It's okay."

His hand was held by the little devil, and he held it very tightly and forcefully, but every time he was about to get out of control, he nearly pulled it back, maintaining his few sanity.

He only had a small willow tree, and he didn't dare to touch a single leaf.

But he didn't know that until now, only the luxuriant branches and leaves were left on the surface. This willow sapling was dead from the beginning. Every day and night left in the world is a momentary stream of light before the stars fall. .

Jiang Zheliu wrapped around his neck, pressed his forehead, closed his eyes and said, "It's okay, I won't be angry, and I don't blame you... But I miss you very much."

Wen Renye's breath fell on his neck, hot and manic, but after these words fell, it suddenly calmed down, with a hint of caution.

"I...I miss you too." He whispered, "I..."

He only said one word, and the edge of his lips was pressed tightly by a soft and cool touch.

Jiang Ziliu raised his head and kissed him.

"Sleep with me," he said. "Little devil, I'm sleepy."

Wen Renye was stunned by his kiss and took a long time to react. He easily picked up Jiang Ziliu and gently placed it on the bed.

The bed tent was torn off.

There was no other conversation. Jiang Zheliu whispered a few words to him about the issues that need to be paid attention to in the handling of certain details in the battle, and then stopped talking, but leaned in his arms quietly and silently, as if it was true. Very tired and sleepy.

In fact, every night he is now, there is a risk of not being able to wake up.

Wen Renye wrapped his arms around him, still as if he had just met. Uneasy, and his heart was beating wildly, but this time he was too sensitive, and he always felt that he couldn't sleep peacefully.

He leaned over, next to the other person's ear, and confirmed hopefully, "You're not mad at me, right?"

But Jiang Ziliu's left ear couldn't hear it.

He could only feel the subtle air flow when Wen Renye spoke, carefully flowing past his ears.

Jiang Zheliu raised his eyes and met those glowing purple eyes. He didn't reveal the fact that he couldn't hear it, but nodded slightly.

Wen Renye calmed down a lot, kissed the tip of his ear gently, and said in a low voice, "You won't leave me, you won't leave me."

Jiang Zheliu didn't know what he was talking about, and he couldn't even see the mouth shape of the other party, but he was able to get in touch with those beautiful and hopeful purple eyes.

These were the most beautiful eyes he had ever seen in his life.

He didn't have the strength to speak, and he didn't have the courage to tell the other party about this matter-Jiang Zheliu has lived for more than a thousand years. But tonight in the cold night, he was very afraid that the other party would ask very complicated questions.

He had no choice but to nod.

Wen Renye got the promise, the blood in his body seemed to have faded a lot, and he hugged him and closed his eyes.

But this promise can only be broken with him.