MTL - My Darling Sick Beauty-Chapter 48

When Wen Renye received this letter, his first reaction took it as a strategy and a conspiracy by the comprehension world to disturb his mood.

He doesn't believe it.

But he still took back the blood-stained ink knife in his hand, turned the blade into the void, and stretched out the letter.

The handwriting is by Jiang Zheliu, which is very recognizable. The tone is also his, the way of narration is very concise, and the incident is depicted in its entirety, so that Wen Renye does not have to look for him.

The sentences are concise and indifferent, without even a single extra sentence, like facing a passerby who meets occasionally.

He still doesn't believe it, not so much that he doesn't believe it, it's better that he believes it paranoidly - Xiao Liushu said that he would stay with him and not leave him.

Shi Binghen knew a little about the situation from the person who sent the letter, and he didn't know what to say at the moment, and after a long time he hesitated: "...Your Highness, Gong Yiyan brought back the location information at the same time. There's a turnaround..."

... a turnaround?

What turnaround? A turnaround from the dead?

Wen Renye's thoughts couldn't turn around. He had a preliminary understanding of the meaning of the word "death" when he was very young, and he understood it thoroughly as he gradually grew up, and he thought he had already understood the meaning. .

His father fell in the fire not long ago, and was annihilated in the ash before the ultimate goal of the cultivator, Hedao, leaving only one extremely dangerous and extremely precious Dao seed.

Isn't his awareness of "death" enough?

The bottom of the letter carries the unique location information of the devil world, which is attached to the letter through two seal scripts. Wen Renye flipped the letter, his fingertips rested on the seal script, Zimu looked at the mark almost motionless, and after a while, he opened his mouth and said, "Shibinghen."

His voice was unexpectedly quiet, but it made the red-clothed devil tremble at the top of his heart and buzzing in his mind.

Intuitively, Shi Binghen had a bad premonition.

"I'll go back." Wen Renye said, "I'll leave it to you first."

Shi Binghen nodded, thought for a moment, and said, "Your Highness, you...don't be too sad..."

The other party did not listen to this sentence at all, as if it was automatically blocked, and did not give any response. Instead, based on the location information, the shuttle method is directly used.

It wasn't until Wen Renye's figure left that Shi Binghen covered his dangling heart, turned his head and glanced at the demons who were sending the message, asked him about the situation of the demon queen, and then sighed helplessly. Tone: "Calling all the generals, I always feel... Your Lord is about to give up our current, gentle cannibalism."

"what……?"

"How do you say it." Shi Binghen touched his chin and pondered, "When people encounter a major blow, it is easy to make irrational decisions, but this kind of decision is often more effective and more... more dangerous."

"what do you mean?"

"It means that without the Queen of Demons, who cares whether the cultivation world will die or not." The red-clothed demon licked the sharp tips of his teeth, revealing a hostile aura brought by his racial nature from his words, "Get ready to do it."

"Yes."

Meanwhile, thousands of miles away.

The carriage stopped at the edge of the underworld and the human world.

So far, there are few people, only lush trees and wild flowers blooming all over the place.

When Wen Renye appeared, the bone wings behind him were in a half-open state, and the climbing patterns on the magic horn faintly glowed, reflecting a bright red cold light like magma.

Instead of looking at Gongyiyan, he opened the curtain of the car and saw Jiang Zheliu.

He stared for a long time, and his mind turned out to be very calm. But this kind of calmness was not normal. He could hear the cicadas and birds around him, the wind swooping in his ears, and he could even hear the light breathing of the other party when he was in a deep sleep.

Sure enough, it was a joke to fool him. Wen people night thinking.

How could Xiao Liushu not want him? The sweetheart must have missed him, so he brought him back with such an outrageous joke.

But in reality, it was a sleeping body—just a body. His body temperature was maintained at the temperature before death, and although it was low, it could still be felt. His heartbeat, his breathing, all disappeared, as long as a normal person can easily distinguish his life and death.

But the little devil can't, he has no doubts about Jiang Zheliu's promise.

Wen Renye took him out of the car and took Ling Xiaojian with him. He stared at the lantern, thinking it was an ordinary lamp, but because it was Jiang Zheliu, he put it away together.

He didn't ask Gongyiyan the whole time until she blocked his way.

"Respected lord." The eyes under Gongyiyan's mask were dark blue, "The Queen of Demons just left you temporarily, he actually..."

She didn't finish her sentence.

Gongyiyan just blocked his way, and was rushed out a hundred meters away by the strong and oppressive demonic energy, cut through the lush trees and rocks, and chiseled into a stone wall.

She turned her head and vomited blood, but she didn't take it seriously, instead she stretched out her hand to straighten the mask of the hawk whose face was crooked, and stared at Wen Renye intently.

She watched the Lord speak to Jiang Xianzun in a low voice.

But even if the Tao body has been connected to the meridians and repaired smoothly, even if the temperature is maintained by the jade beads, and the body is not rotted, it has long lost the support of the soul, can't speak, can't open its eyes, and won't respond to him again. .

She got up from the ground and vomited another mouthful of blood due to internal bleeding. But this kind of injury is not serious for the demons, at most it is pain, or the kind of pain that can be ignored.

Gongyiyan watched as the Lord took the Demon Queen away.

She closed her eyes and felt a bad premonition from the bottom of her heart, just like Shi Binghen.

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Their hunch was right.

Ember Year was "invited" to the demon world, and He Tan was also "invited" to the demon world.

The Chinese medicine and Western medicine looked at each other, their eyes met, and they were speechless and choked, except for a thousand lines of tears.

The Jingshan Temple in the Demon Realm is the place where the demons of all dynasties lived. It's just that the decoration here has changed a lot now, and all the furnishings are repaired according to the interior of the pine wood building.

An exquisite medical saint, a puppet saint, a cross-racial and cross-age meeting between a top medical practitioner and a top ghost repairer, and reached a farce in which a corpse was treated every day.

The problem is that the people who contributed to this farce don't think so, but think that it is very normal and that if you are sick, you need to be treated.

If you are sick, you need to be cured. This is also what Yu Jinnian and He Tan wanted to tell Wen Renye very much, but didn't dare to.

Everyone knew that Jiang Zheliu was dead, and his remnant soul stayed in the lantern, revolving around the wick disc, lighting up the long silent night in each Jingshan Temple.

But only in Wen Renye's field of vision, he just fell asleep.

He has breathing, has a heartbeat, and the temperature remains the same. Sometimes, Wen Renye could even hear him whispering his name. He lives in a very strange state. He doesn't think Jiang Zheliu is dead, so he doesn't feel sad either.

When Ember Year finished writing the third prescription, he finally couldn't bear it any longer. He turned his head and said to the kid Guixiu beside him, "Can that jade bead of yours work? Will the bead be melted by refilling it?"

He Tan frowned and said: "What are you talking about, questioning my ghost, my jade beads will not be corroded by any drugs, but what are you prescribing, he can't absorb it?"

Ember Nian was more worried than him, and patted the table, his head hurting with anger: "What can people absorb when they are dead? I'll prescribe another medicine to remove the medicinal properties later, and I'll give him water."

It's okay to replenish water, even an empty shell can replenish water, and jade beads can absorb water.

The doctor and the puppet master sat at a table and looked at each other with blank and dull eyes.

After a while, He Tan stood up and sat on the table: "...You said that Demon Venerable is sick..."

"Don't ask me." Ember Year said angrily, "I'm the worst at treating my brain."

"This is a kind of... an illusion, right?" He Tan's body is only about seven years old, and his short legs are hanging in the air and swaying from side to side, "Do you think that if you let the demon out of the illusion..."

"Don't." Ember Nian was so angry that it hurt from his skull to the core of his brain, "You should let him get sick. You didn't see that the demons are already the one who kills whoever sees it?"

They respect that the Lord is now mentally ill and not particularly crazy. If he really realized that Jiang Zheliu was dead, he might pull the Six Realms crazy together.

Oh, the five realms. The Void Realm has always been invisible, hidden in the opposite side of the big world.

He Tan nodded his little head and said regretfully: "I thought I wouldn't cause trouble, but I was caught anyway... It's not worth living a ghost..."

"You're not worth it." Ember Nian patted his head, his tentacles were cold, with the touch of a corpse, he suddenly retracted his hand and said, "What's the matter with your lamp, really Is there any hope?"

"Yes." He Tan lay on the table and turned over, "Rebirth magic weapon, it's used like this, but I haven't seen anyone succeed."

Ember Year's eyes widened in surprise: "Then you still..."

"People have to have a hope in life, right?" He Tan said confidently, "One day, when Mozun's mind gets better, shouldn't he still live based on this hope?"

...he even made some sense.

The two looked at each other and sympathized with each other.

The two were arranged on the side of Jingshan Temple, the closest to Wen Renye. Because Wen Renye had a problem with his brain, he did not accept the idea of ​​Jiang Ziliu's death mentally, but only thought that his condition was getting worse and he needed a lot of time to sleep.

But because of this, the battle launched by the Demon Realm was not hindered in any way. Instead, the progress was accelerated, and the ink knife tempered with the broken fixed bead was filled with blood.

The Mozu removed the Tianji Pavilion and the Lingxiao faction like a broken bamboo, and Lanruo Temple was hidden from the world, indicating that it had officially withdrawn from this list.

Jin Yujie took over the position of pavilion master from his father before, and under the circumstance that the dragons of the Lingxiao faction were headless and the Tianji pavilion was silent, he temporarily represented the cultivation world and negotiated an agreement with the demons to open the passage between the two worlds, allowing the Out of the comprehension world is difficult to digest a large unowned spirit land. After the agreement was drawn up, he withdrew from the Four Immortal Sects and gave up the power to control the future direction of the cultivation world, thus retaining the power of the Unparalleled Sword Pavilion to the greatest extent.

Wang Wenyuan disappeared, just like the disappearance of Zen Master Mingjing at that time.

The fire of war is about to spread to the farthest underworld.

But even so, Wen Renye still came back every night.

There are candlesticks lit in the Jingshan Hall, each with several candles. The lights are straight and bright, which illuminates the originally dim hall very brightly. Even reading a book in the middle of the night will not hurt your eyes.

Jiang Zheliu's books were all moved over, and they were neatly stacked, but after they were moved, no one ever moved them.

He used to love sleeping so much, but now he is more than ever, resting all day without looking at him.

Wen Renye stepped into the temple, took off the blood-stained cloak, and drove away the cold, and was unwilling to bring a little bit of the wind and rain from the outside into the house.

He knew that Xiao Liushu was sleeping and his steps were very light, and he didn't want to wake him up.

In fact, he couldn't wake up either. He had really slept for too long this time, so long that it seemed like there was no end to it.

But that's ok, just get some more sleep, no big deal.

Wen Renye sat on the edge of the couch, turned his eyes to look at the other party for a long time, his violent and manic depression during the battle could be healed in an instant, and the state of being affected by the slaughtering Taoist species often returned to normal by Xiao Liushu's side.

Jiang Ziliu's clothes were embroidered with white plums, and the plum blossoms were hidden in the corners of the sleeves and robes, which could not be seen clearly at first glance. His snowy hair fell softly, his eyelashes drooped, long and white, and his expression was quietly sinking beside the soft pillow, his appearance was completely intact.

Wen Renye stared at it for a moment, then reached out to straighten his hair and whispered, "Are you still sleepy?"

No one would answer him, but Wen Renye didn't mind, he could almost feel the other person's steady breathing at close range, as long as he was sure of this breathing sound, his mania and pain could be eased in an instant.

Xiao Liushu fell asleep and would not respond to him.

It's ok. Wen Renye thought silently, he lowered his head, and kissed the other person's lips very lightly, cool and soft, with a familiar aura.

"I let Jin Yujie go," he said, "that's your junior, you shouldn't want to see him die."

The little devil stretched out his hand, gently picked up Jiang Ziliu's clothes embroidered with plum blossoms, moved the inner shirt, and applied medicine between the stitches and scars on his body.

This drug is very effective and can restore most of the body in just a few days. Let He Tan come to remove the stitches in a few days.

"After connecting the meridians, you can rebuild it." Wen Renye whispered, "When you wake up, I will accompany you to practice again."

The ointment soaks into the skin shortly after application and disappears without a trace. Wen Renye dressed him again, tightened the quilt, and lay down beside Jiang Ziliu.

There was still a faint and distant air of ice and snow on his body, and there was a soft fragrance of a celestial spirit body.

The little devil thought for a while, but still reached out his hand and hugged him.

"Wang Wenyuan is missing." He whispered, "When I find him, I will kill him."

Wen Renye was actually very tired, and the things he shouldered were not easy at all, but when he arrived at Jiang Ziliu's side, he lost sleepiness and just wanted to look at him and accompany him.

His hand went around, slowly clasped the opponent's fingers, and put Jiang Zheliu's slender and cold fingers into his palm.

"You've slept in Jingshan Temple all day, but your hands are still cold." Wen Renye rubbed his fingertips in dissatisfaction, and when the temperature was right, he buried it on the other person's shoulder and asked softly, " He Tan said, if the light stays on, you will wake up. You are just too tired to take care of me, aren't you?"

In fact, this is not the case. Even if Jiang Ziliu has no strength, no matter how sleepy and tired, he will always talk to him to calm his emotions down.

Wen Renye was convinced that the other party would not lie to him.

Zhe Liu said that he would not leave him, but he would not leave. He just fell asleep beside him. Maybe during the day when he was away, the other party would also get up to read a book, chat with the demons outside the door, and ask about Chang Ganhe The process of A Chu's study at the Qinglong Zhenjun.

"Qinglin said that Chang Gan heard about you in the demon world, and will return to the demon world to see you in a few days." Wen Renye squeezed his fingertips and said slowly, "Sleep a little longer, and then you will be refreshed. Come, have a few words with him."

He just said casually, and did not mean that Jiang Zheliu would definitely wake up.

"But if you're really sleepy, you'll be fine if you don't see him. Half of the demons are also demons, so they should go to the army to practice."

Wen Renye put his hand back where it was, buried it on his shoulder for a long time, and then whispered, "There are rumors in the cultivation world that you are gone."

The moonlight shines in the window, and the lit candles match each other.

The little devil's voice fell cruel and low.

"Those people died in the battle."

He says.

"You will always be with me, you won't leave me, you won't leave me." He paused, "and you won't leave me alone."

He said it very clearly, very calmly, without a trace of mental disorder, but to be able to say these words is already dangerous to an unpredictable level.

Wen Renye could feel his breath.

He is also the only person in the world who can feel his breath at this moment.

"Good night," he said. "Sleep with me for a while."