My Darling Sick Beauty

Wen Renye's mental problems can come slowly, with Jiang Ziliu around, it doesn't matter. But the side effects of Dao on him can't be delayed any longer.

He really didn't want to see him hurt and bleed again.

But the side effects of killing Dao Seeds are so strong, and it is also because of his deviated mood that it has such a serious impact. These two problems seem to be intertwined with each other, and they are similar, and should be solved together.

"According to your description, isn't this just living in your own world." Ember Nian tapped on the table with one hand, "Perhaps in his eyes, you are no different from before your rebirth, but the difference is that your condition has improved."

Jiang Zheliu thought the same, but he didn't think of a way to reverse this situation for the time being.

The two looked at each other and studied for a long time, but they did not discuss a reasonable plan.

Jiang Zheliu saw half of the book in his hand, and when the above plot was in the middle of the yellow, it was full of indescribable content for a blockbuster in Jinjiang. The communication between the two was fruitless, and they could only turn to chatting about their thoughts on reading.

"What's this called?" Ember Year stretched out his head and glanced at it, and found that it was an old book, "Eighty years ago. It's hard for you to bookmark it so well."

"Little Demon King doesn't move my things." Jiang Zheliu said concisely, "You don't move either."

There is no chance for others to move, what is the difference between touching Jiang Zheliu's things under Wen Renye's nose and scratching a tiger's whiskers.

Ember Year sighed: "It's too hard for people to abstain from **** as soon as they start eating meat. But..."

When he said this, he suddenly paused for a while, then turned to look at Jiang Zheliu, and shuttled back and forth over him. He didn't know what he was thinking about, and after a while, he said: "If your body is not healthy, Well, he definitely won't touch you."

Jiang Zheliu nodded flatly, waiting for his next words.

"Look at Wen Renye's current situation, if you can't get out, will it be enough for the rest of your life."

Jiang Zheliu didn't expect this, so he looked down at the book in his hand, then glanced at Ember Year again, and said directly, "What do you want to say?"

"I want to say—" Ember Nian showed a smile, "If Wen Renye does something with you, and he experiences it himself, he will naturally know that you are not sick to death, and the hallucinations can be alleviated..."

Good guy, he is really open to him, and his mouth is so cruel.

Jiang Zheliu was silent for a long time, thinking about the time with the little devil in his not particularly clear memories, but he only remembered that he didn't get out of bed for a few days, and the other impressions were not very clear.

As for the technology of the two sides... Forget it, it's too embarrassing, let's not mention it.

Perhaps it is also the racial talent of the Demon Race.

"You really deserve to be an expert in Fengyuexing." Jiang Zheliu glanced at him, "Even the way he came up with it is like this."

"But I think it might be effective." Ember Year was very excited, "If I can really reverse his mind, even if I don't practice Buddhism, I think it's a lot of merit."

Jiang Zheliu didn't speak, but changed the book in his hand and brought up the double-cultivation secret scripture pressed under the cabinet, and said in an indifferent and calm tone: "I am the one who has infinite merit."

He paused.

"You can try."

Since there is nothing to do now, then the dead horse becomes the living horse doctor. However, although he is in better health now, it is impossible to force the little devil.

"As long as you're willing to try." Ember rubbed his hands together, as if he had finally come to the field he was good at. He had been beaten in various ways for so many years, and he was going to get sick from being held in the demon world.

Your Excellency Medical Saint took things out of the storage ring, and placed them in a row. He happily explained to Senior Jiang how to use it for a long time, but heard the other party say coldly, "What do you and the second young master use?"

The second young master said it was Wang Moxuan. He slept so long that he forgot the name of the little mute, and only vaguely remembered his identity.

Ember Year's actions suddenly stopped, and then he realized that the other party was deliberately teasing him. He didn't have any comments, he patted the table without hesitation, and said with a smile: "Use all of them. Seniors try them all, maybe which one Lord Mozun likes. Then let him turn around you every day, nothing else. Said, at least it can restrain the killing, and it is best to cultivate one's self-cultivation..."

What kind of nonsense is self-cultivation, I have never heard of such a thing.

Jiang Zheliu ignored him and instead asked: "Chang Gan told me that Wang Wenyuan is in the water prison of His Royal Highness Jingshan... What's going on."

"It was supposed to be killed." Ember Nian said, "It's just that the knife was on his neck, and he was still obsessed, saying that he had the ability to bring you back from the dead and kill him with your own hands."

Jiang Zheliu frowned.

"He doesn't believe that you can survive. But when Zen Master Mingjing saw him, he told him that you have a chance to be resurrected." Yu Jinnian pointed to his brain, "He is not easy to work here, even worse than Wen Renye. , the two of them bumped into each other awkwardly, and that's it."

...keep him ... communicate the condition?

Jiang Zheliu was speechless, so he sighed and said, "I bet if I will survive?"

"It doesn't count." Ember said, "Wen Renye never thought you were dead, he just held his breath, so he never did anything."

He was still very ill, and no one dared to persuade him. Over time, that person was left to the present.

"Chan Master Mingjing has been coerced by him." This is what Chang Gan said, and Jiang Zheliu remembered it in his heart, "Does Zen Master have any ideas?"

"The Zen master is more detached. After all, he is a Buddhist practitioner. The six roots are pure." Yu Jinnian recalled and said, "Lanruo Temple lost the heir once, and now it looks like an eyeball. Moreover, the Zen master also pays attention to Wang Wenyuan. There is no idea in the head, and he even thinks this person is quite pitiful."

Jiang Zheliu nodded and thought, "Then I'll take a look."

Ember year raised his eyes in surprise and heard the other side's next sentence.

"How to say, you can't let the little devil lose."

His Excellency Medical Sage was speechless and choked up, thinking that he should know better, for the sake of his lover to become naive, why can he be shown only when Senior Jiang is around?

——

His Highness Jingshan's water prison was a temporary construction, and there was no such thing before.

Jiang Zheliu can only go out when the little devil leaves. He was accompanied by two generals of the Demon Race, Shi Binghen, who was wearing a red shirt with a sword and kept talking, and Gong Yiyan, who was wearing a mask and a long robe with a sword on his back.

These two adults were almost as careful as they respected the Lord of the Demon Empress who had returned from the dead. The two followed eagerly, a man and a woman, full of momentum, like a male and a female.

The stone steps are lowered in a rotating manner, and there are no candles on the walls.

Holding a lamp, Jiang Zheliu slowly walked down the dark stone steps, stopped on the high platform next to him, and saw a piece of ice-cold water and chains spread out in the water.

It's a little cold here. Gongyi Yan silently took out a moon-white coat from the storage ring and put it on his shoulders, then took the lamp in his hand logically.

Shi Binghen, who was on the side, glanced at her in surprise, but could only see the expressionless hawk mask of his colleagues.

Beside the Demon Queen, it seems that the Demon Race can trigger this strange buff of "let me take care of him". Even if he knows in his heart that this is the person of the Lord, he can't restrain it.

Shi Binghen just glanced at her and didn't do anything else. He turned his eyes and stared at the figure in the center of the chain.

It is more appropriate to say that it is a human shape, in fact, it is a vague shadow. The man was submerged in the water, and only the back of his hand was scarred.

But no one from the demons patronized here, these are the traces of his self-mutilation.

Jiang Zheliu stood on the stone platform and watched silently for a long time before he said, "Master Wang Pavilion."

The chain trembled, and a pair of red bloodshot eyes emerged from the water.

The other party's gaze fell on him, strange, twisted, terrifying, with a morbid feeling, like seeing something that destroyed his life.

Soon, this sight began to be fearful, start to panic, avoid hastily, move around, experience a strange uneasiness, and finally nail it firmly back to him.

A hoarse voice sounded.

"Jiang Zheliu."

"Well." The person being called by his full name responded calmly, "It's been a while."

"It's really been too long." Wang Wenyuan laughed hoarsely, his speech didn't sound like he was sick. "But I don't want to see you, I want you to die."

It's really cold here. Jiang Zheliu stretched out his hand and breathed into his palm, rubbed his fingers, and asked a question.

"There was no grudge in the past, no grudge in the recent past, so why bother."

"Can we be regarded as having no grudges in the past?" Wang Wenyuan asked.

He sank into the water, unable to see his face. But the physical damage is not really big, it's just that the long-term imprisonment has made him extremely sensitive to light.

"Otherwise." Jiang Zheliu said lightly, "Can you blame me for letting you evade your incompetence and pass it on to me?"

Wang Wenyuan stopped talking.

He stared at his bloodshot eyes, as if he was questioning his divination skills, but when he saw the other party, he felt a sense of "it really is" relaxed. He felt frustrated and annoyed, but suddenly loosened the silk strings and tightened locks in his mind.

Jiang Zheliu really had an opportunity to survive in a desperate situation. Maybe that's why the little monk didn't say anything.

He Suxiang is a bad person, he doesn't like the scars Wang Wenyuan made on the little monk. In the long-term "cooperation" with him, his anger was constantly aroused, his hatred for Jiang Ziliu was aroused, and his father's fall was Jiang Ziliu's fault.

But this just fits Wang Wenyuan's heart. In his heart, this senior Jiang has always been the culprit of killing his blood relatives. He followed a path to Heihe until the ghost repairer told him the truth with a half-smiling smile.

No, that's not true. He fell into the same anxiety as Wen Renye. He doesn't believe it.

Self-deception, but it is no match for day and night thinking and deep research.

"I can't even understand your anger." Jiang Zheliu looked at him and said, "Is your understanding of your relatives limited to those who provide benefits to you? For those who are obstructive, block the way, and cannot benefit, It's not a family member, but treats him as a dog at your feet."

He knew a little about the affairs of the Ember Year and the Second Young Master.

He looked into the eyes of the water.

Wang Wenyuan was also staring at him silently, until he abruptly looked away, the chains around him rattled, the bottom of the water made a crashing sound, and then, bright red blood spread in the cold pool.

Jiang Ziliu's expression remained unchanged, watching him frantically destroy his body.

He could imagine how long and how much time the other party had to think in this endless silence and coldness, but it was this kind of long-term thinking that caused his emotions to break down more and more, and made him lose his calmness to solve problems. Ability.

Jiang Zheliu waited until he calmed down before saying, "In your prediction, what is Wen Renye like?"

The other party didn't say anything at first, and he waited for a long time before he heard Wang Wenyuan's hoarse voice.

"He will die too."

Jiang Zheliu stared at him silently, and the intertwined fingertips slowly stopped.

"Do you look at his state, like Nengshou and Tianqi?" He laughed, "How difficult is the road to Jinxian, how many righteous monks have died on the way, and whether you can succeed after rebuilding is not a problem. Not necessarily, he is a demon full of blood debts, and he wants to ascend to the highest position, which is just a nonsense."

"I don't know if he was swallowed by the Slaughter Dao Seed first, went mad and died of blood, or he can wait until the catastrophe comes and disappear into ashes."

The waves rippled layer by layer.

He stared at Jiang Ziliu's expression, wanting to see the amusing expression on his face, but he observed carefully all the way, and could not see the special expression on his face, and he did not forget to make up for his disappointment. Said: "It seems that Demon Venerable is really infatuated and wrong, you don't care about him at all."

Jiang Zheliu curled the slightly cold fingers back into the palm of his hand, tucked them into his sleeves, raised his eyes to look at him, and said calmly, "Your hexagram is not correct."

Wang Wenyuan was suddenly enraged, but he was speechless to refute.

"Since you said so." Jiang Zheliu said, "Then he must be safe."

He is unwilling to communicate with the person in front of him anymore. Even if the other person's brain is not particularly good at this moment, it is always very uncomfortable to talk to such an extreme person.

Jiang Zheliu turned around, and a moment before leaving, he suddenly remembered something, and took out a dagger from his sleeve.

It's not a precious tool, it's just an ordinary dagger.

He raised his hand and threw it in the middle of the water, watching the dagger sink into the water.

"You have already seen the answer you want to know." Jiang Zheliu said, "Don't torture yourself, you already knew in your heart that I was right."

"Tianji Pavilion's mental method has a tendency to go crazy. You have cultivated until now, and you will not be unaware. You just force yourself to hate me again to support your extreme beliefs for so many years." His voice was very nice, There was a little echo in the ground, "If I don't do it that day, the name Tianji Pavilion will be ruined the next day, and everyone will be suspicious. You are my junior, you are very smart, I thought you could understand."

He turned around and left the stone platform. There were violent crashing sounds and screams behind him, and waves of ripples appeared on the water.

Jiang Zheliu did not look back, but kept returning to Jingshan Temple. He thanked Shi Binghen and Gongyiyan, and was about to take over the lamp in Gongyiyan's hand when he saw two great demons looking at him vigilantly and respectfully, and each involuntarily took a few steps back. .

…Um?

Before Jiang Zheliu could turn around, a pair of arms hugged him unreasonably, holding him firmly, and the voice of the little devil rang out in a deep voice.

"How did you get out?"

He was very dissatisfied, extremely annoyed, especially self-blaming, and his tone was full of strong annoyance.

"Can you be more obedient? You can go back to sleep peacefully for me, the devil world is very windy."

Wen Renye stretched out his hand to close the tie of his cloak, his brows were locked tightly, and even the eyes that looked at Shi Binghen and Gongyiyan were murderous.

This man can only let it go now. Jiang Zheliu prided himself on being mature and able to bend and stretch, so he followed him and said, "Then hold me in."

After hearing this, the little devil calmed down a little. He turned around and carried Jiang Zheliu into the hall, bypassed the screen, and put him back on the bed.

Candles were lit in the hall, and the light and shadow flickered.

"Can you stop running around? You're so bad, you don't take it seriously." Wen Renye started to think, still looking very unhappy, "What if you run into something, if you're too tired What if I can't wake up for a long time..."

He lowered his body and took off his lover's boots. Just as he was about to stand up, he was wrapped around his neck.

Afraid that the little devil would pull his hand, he did not leave, but slowly approached with Xiao Liushu pulling his collar.

His eyes were like stars.

"Come here." Jiang Zheliu whispered, "Take off your clothes."