MTL - My Darling Sick Beauty-Chapter 64

The breeze is blowing, the birds are chirping.

A light wind blew away the **** smell.

The fragrance inside the car curtain is fragrant, and it blends with the faint blood to form a strange and bewitching smell.

When Jiang Zheliu woke up, the blood had not completely dissipated.

He was very tired from being tossed, but he felt that his state was not that bad, but much better than he imagined, it was just pure and physical fatigue.

The mind of Chaos was much clearer before. Jiang Zheliu got up from the bed, the thin shirt slipped off his shoulders with the movement, and even a large piece of skin on his chest was exposed, and even the place was bitten and swollen... It seems that the consequence of pampering the little devil is that he will definitely be punished. Like a few bites.

There are hickeys on his collarbone and shoulders, but they seem to be measured, just a few rose prints reluctantly.

Jiang Zheliu raised his hand and pressed his forehead. With the other hand, he tugged at his clothes and pulled the belt loosely. He raised his eyes and met a pair of magnificent purple eyes.

"..." His voice was hoarse, "Didn't you see enough?"

"No..." Wen Renye froze, almost biting the tip of his tongue, and quickly changed his words, "I think your clothes are too white... No, your clothes are too thin."

The level of cover-up is as worrying as ever.

Jiang Zheliu took off a coat from the hanger next to him, and put it on slowly. He wasn't uncomfortable this time, and he didn't know the reason... By the way, comfort accounted for a large part. The little devil coaxed and said a few strange words, and he had no respect as a senior.

It's just that the other party dares to press him and press him to climb the bed. It seems that it is not so necessary to have face, but the actual interests are the most important.

They are all used to it.

Jiang Zheliu bowed his head and buckled the buckles on his neck and waist. The delicate and complicated knots hooked together, and the soft and snow-white fabrics fit together, covering his body tightly without revealing the interlocking bones.

The little devil stared at it for a while and handed over a cup of tea.

It moistens the throat. The tea leaves are mixed with other substances, and it is not only not bitter, but also has a slight sweetness.

Jiang Zheliu drank the tea, and still felt tired. His waist couldn't exert his strength. He always felt that Wen Renye's claws had made red marks on the skin of his waist and crotch, and he felt a little numb from the lower back to the tailbone.

"Why does it smell bloody?" Jiang Zheliu's reaction was a little slow, because it was a little difficult to recognize this faint blood in his own breath, "Did something happen?"

He didn't hear Chang Gan's voice at that time, and naturally he couldn't distinguish the voices around him later.

"I met some demon clan who have entered the devil." Wen Renye disliked the word "entering the devil" a bit, but this word has nothing to do with the demon clan itself, and it is a fixed word handed down, so although I dislike it, I did not use other words. way of expression.

"Monster clan?" Jiang Zheliu frowned slightly, "Here?"

When he asked this sentence, at the same time he found that he had not been able to determine his own position - from the moment when the celestial spirit body heated up, his mind was not online.

He got off the bed, straightened the folds of the sleeves of his robe, and then raised his hand to flip the car curtain and lift it up.

The blood is thicker.

His eyes froze for a moment, looking at the pool of blood outside the car, the long sword inserted into the ground, and a giant python more than ten meters long coiled together.

Jiang Zheliu was speechless for a moment, and then saw the python head swaying around, and he seemed to be stunned for a while, and then he went back and changed in a hurry, but because he currently has no hands or feet, he has changed very much. Embarrassed.

Jiang Zheliu was fortunate to see a snake sticking out its limbs, and then was fortunate to see a man with a snake's head on it. The picture was very scary.

The moment he was sluggish, he recognized that this was a regular boy, but he hadn't seen him for eighty years. He hadn't estimated that the other party had such combat power.

Chang Gan finally regained his human form. The thin armor on his body was covered in mottled blood, which was dirty animal blood. The corner of his eye was scratched by the claws of the evil monster. The blood was not healed, and a scarlet stretched out, adding to the slightly immature facial contours of the young man. A bit of murderous aura.

His snake pupils slowly expanded, and Xinzi retracted it in a panic, turning it into a human tongue.

"...That," Chang Gan's real body was seen by the elder brother who had always admired, and felt so shy inexplicably, "I, I, I..."

Only then did Jiang Zheliu see that his python's real body was surrounded by a few suppressed demons. Although the eyes were still scarlet, they all looked sullen and did not have the kind of murderous aura that came up.

His dry face turned red. The little boy pulled out the long sword on the ground and put it back into the scabbard, making way for the immortal brother.

Jiang Zheliu's gaze shifted to the demons, staring at their scarlet eyes. Then, he glanced around to confirm the location.

"Miaoyun Mountain?"

This was originally supposed to be the place where Zhongling Yuxiu was beautiful.

"Is this called Miaoyun Mountain?" Chang Gan asked.

He just followed Jiang Zheliu's guidance and chose the shortest way to the Netherworld, passing through here.

"Well." Jiang Zheliu got off the carriage, "I used to live here."

"Live... live here?" Chang Gan was stunned for a moment.

The carriage still has some height, Jiang Zheliu has been tossed for a long time, the bones on his body are soft, the joints are not tired, and the pain is tense. He didn't pay attention for a while, and almost flashed his fragile old waist. Fortunately, he was supported by the little devil and held it firmly in his palm.

People have to be middle-aged.

Jiang Zheliu was unilaterally annoyed by this small detail, and was a little annoyed.

Little Demon King didn't know why, so he was disliked by his lover who had just been intimate and lingering in the same bed. He followed Jiang Ziliu in confusion, carefully observing the other's expression from the side.

Jiang Zheliu was naturally not angry with him, but annoyed with himself. When he was not motivated before, he would not care if he was capable, but now that he has decided to regain hope, he will naturally resume his demands on himself.

He didn't like this feeling of vulnerability, but there was this kind of... bewitching fragility all over him, this kind of lazy sickness.

Probably this is one of the reasons why Wen Renye was stubborn before.

Wen Renye stared at him, watching Xiao Liushu roll up his sleeves and squat in front of an evil monster.

The demon clan showed half of the animal body, it was a beaver, with a big curly and sturdy tail dragging behind it, and its body was covered in scars.

Jiang Zheliu stretched out his hand and grabbed the chin of the raccoon demon.

The little devil looked terrified. Even the suppressed demon race is very aggressive, what if he is scratched.

Jiang Zheliu's hand grabbed the opponent's thin jawbone, raised the little demon's face, and looked at the opponent's scarlet eyes for a moment.

After a long time, he recognized it and said, "...Xiao Luo?"

Shanli Yao's pupils trembled, the bright red in his eyes suddenly faded for the most part, and he slammed into Jiang Ziliu's arms, knocking him down directly.

Jiang Zheliu's body, how could he resist such a heavy human figure slamming into his arms, he was licked several times on the face by the raccoon demon in front of him, his tongue had a soft barb, and a thin red mark was scratched .

"Don't kill him." Jiang Zheliu's first reaction was to tell Wen Renye, he didn't dare to let this vinegar spirit move at will, and then he pulled the **** licking on his face with all his strength.

The raccoon demon stopped in place, as if he didn't understand why Jiang Ziliu wouldn't let himself lick it. He was pulled and sat on the ground, his big ears twitched twice, and his stout tail swung back and forth behind him.

Jiang Zheliu wiped the wet place on his face and sighed, "It seems that there is no more wisdom, only the instinct of a monster."

Wen Renye helped him up, his brows were furrowed all the time, if he didn't care, he might be mad at himself. He stretched out his hand and slowly wiped the red mark on the other's cheek with his fingertips, and said sullenly, "You raised it?"

"I raised it, and then let Wuxin send it away." Jiang Zheliu said.

"...I want to lick it too." The little devil was so angry that he lost his mind, "How can it be like this."

Jiang Zheliu: "...Don't."

The other party seemed to be even more angry, feeling that he favored a beaver.

"It's just a beast, aren't you too?" Jiang Zheliu said patiently.

"I…"

Before the little devil could think of the language, he heard the other party answer calmly.

"Forget it, you are a beast."

Wen Ren Ye was speechless.

Jiang Zheliu glanced at the evil demons behind the Shanli Demon, and they were all in the same situation, but he didn't know them, and he had never taken them in.

Has the entire Miaoyun Mountain demon clan become like this?

Although there is no overlap between the demon world and the cultivation world, it is necessary that the little demons and scattered demons are all over the human world and the cultivation world, so the demon world can be stable as one of the six realms when the top power is so dispersed. standing for many years.

They are widely distributed and have their own territory. The number of creatures is second only to the Human World, but their overall combat power is much higher than that of the Human World.

"Miaoyun Mountain is soft, full of vitality, and full of spiritual energy. It is a famous paradise." Jiang Zheliu said, "It is almost impossible to spawn evil monsters here."

"Almost impossible?" Wen Renye asked.

"Well." He replied, "unless other factors affect it."

Jiang Zheliu turned his head and looked at the other party's purple eyes: "Come back with me to have a look?"

"Go back." Wen Renye savored these two words and became a little angry, "It is to go, not to go back, to go back to the devil world is to go back."

Jiang Zheliu was amused by his serious attitude, and said to the other side: "Okay, then accompany me... for a walk?"

The little devil nodded reservedly.

"it is good."

——

The Lingxiao faction is on the top of Miaoyun Mountain.

To be precise, the former site of the Lingxiao faction is on the top of Miaoyun Mountain.

The head of the Immortal Sect that year, the world's largest immortal cultivator, has been destroyed. In the eighty years when Jiang Zheliu was sleeping.

However, the eternal imprint of the Lingxiao faction, the most outstanding disciple in history, has once again set foot on this piece of wreckage.

The mountain gate collapsed.

Jiang Zheliu looked down at the broken inscription in the soil, only the remains of the stone tablet. The words "Sword Intent Lingxiao" should have been written on it. But now there is a word missing before and after, and only two broken handwritings remain.

Together with the first half of his life he worked so hard for, there were only broken loopholes left, and when the wind blew, the whistling sound could be heard.

Jiang Zheliu watched for a while, then he squatted down and picked up the fragments of the stone tablet in the soil.

After struggling for a long time, I couldn't make it.

Fragmented.

He gave up, clapped his hands and stood up, his fingers were picked up by the little devil beside him, and he wiped off the ashes on the pulp of his fingers with a silk handkerchief.

Wen Renye's empathy ability is actually not strong, and the overall empathy ability of the entire Demon Race is slightly different from that of other races. But he still sensed that the atmosphere was wrong, and he didn't dare to say a word.

Jiang Zheliu looked at the mountain gate, did not speak, but raised his foot and stepped over.

Even died once. Even if there are thousands of past events, you can open them up open-mindedly, instead of worrying about them, and being stuck in the same place forever.

He persuaded himself.

The two walked into the old site.

The sword practice platform collapsed, as if it had been cut in half. The formation eye supporting the mountain gate formation was broken and the walls were broken.

The Tianya Haijiao Pavilion, where people come and go in memory, also collapsed, and the gold and jade turned into rotten wood and rotted into the dust, as if this was the only result after the collapse of the mansion.

Jiang Zheliu stared at Tianya Haijiao Pavilion for a while, his expression remained calm, and even commented: "This place was built with care, if this place collapses, there will be nothing left for Lingxiao Sect."

Wen Renye stared at his brows and eyes, feeling stuffy in his heart, didn't speak, just nodded.

Unsurprisingly, several iconic buildings in the back also collapsed. It seems that there was a fierce war here, and under the weathering cover of time, the original prosperity disappeared at a touch.

The two walked all the way to the Xuanling Immortal Mansion where Jiang Zheliu lived.

Xuanling Immortal Mansion is located on Misty Peak, the second highest peak of Miaoyun Mountain. The appearance of the Immortal Mansion has not changed, and it seems that no one has set foot in it.

Jiang Zheliu guessed that after he left, the Xuanling Immortal Mansion should have been sealed by Zhu Wuxin.

He opened the mysterious door according to the method in his memory. The giant door opened immediately, revealing what was inside.

Everything is as it was.

It's different from everything else in the Lingxiao faction.

Everything was the same as when Jiang Zheliu left, one table and one chair, exactly the same.

What he just said was wrong. The last intact place the Lingxiao faction left behind was his old residence.

Jiang Zheliu blinked to dispel the dryness in his eyes. He stepped into it and picked up the ivory paper knife on the desk.

The blade is sharp and the grip is extremely familiar.

"...Isn't it affected here?" Jiang Zheliu sighed.

"No." Wen Renye replied, "Where no one is, why set foot there."

"I thought that the conquest of the demons would crush everything that could be crushed."

Wen Renye looked at the slight smile on his lips, and always felt that his smile was unnatural.

Even taking him was a little unnatural.

"No." Wen Renye said in a low voice, "If it is useful, we expect that there will be very few places to be crushed by iron hoofs. The demons are lingering, but the entire Great Thousand World is not lingering?"

He was right. The Daqian world of this side was born naturally, not founded by Taoist ancestors, and there is no one who is in harmony with Taoism. No matter how many half-step golden immortals are born, they cannot be protected.

If it is a "child" that someone takes care of, such as a small matter such as the breaking of the boundary membrane, before the half-step Jinxian notices it, the Taoist ancestor will repair it at will.

"I misunderstood." Jiang Zheliu looked around, "Not even the ashes fall, the built-in Taoism of Xuanling Immortal Mansion is still working."

Wen Renye followed him in, watching the other party pull out the books from the bookshelf, as if he wanted to take them away. As the books were pulled away, a small object on the shelf also rolled down.

Jiang Ziliu bent down and picked up the things. Wen Renye saw what it was through the light—

is a letter.

On the envelope was written the following line:

"I wish my friend's birthday from afar, and congratulate Lingxiao for 3,000 years of evergreen." The signatures are Qinglin and Liezhen.

Evergreen for three thousand years.

Jiang Zheliu glanced at it, his eyes paused, and he turned around to light the lampstand on the table.

The long candle is the same as before, with a faint fire.

He raised his hand and placed the letter, which had been preserved for many years, on the fireworks.

The letter paper is curled up and scattered into ashes.

"...Zhe Liu."

Wen Renye stared at him, purple eyes staring at each other.

"Well." Jiang Zheliu responded.

"...I'm sorry," he said.

Jiang Zheliu stared at Huo Miao and looked up at him again: "You don't need to say that, I understand. If you count it carefully, I owe you a lot..."

His words were not finished.

Wen Renye hugged him, lowered his head and hugged him tightly.

Jiang Zheliu's back rested on the bookshelf, and two pages of classics were knocked off behind him. The little devil's breath was warm and warm, and he surrounded him warmly.

"I'm not apologizing to you as the Lord of the Demon Realm." He lowered his head and pressed his forehead to the other side, "but I, as your Taoist companion, saw that you were unhappy, but I was helpless."

He took a deep breath and sighed, "It's because of this that I feel so sorry."

Jiang Zheliu's heart was suddenly touched, he lowered his head, put it on the little devil's shoulder, and said softly, "I'm not unhappy..."

"...is this lying to me?"

"Okay." He closed his eyes. "A little... just a little."