MTL - My Darling Sick Beauty-Chapter 91

The setting sun is westward.

Zhongnan Mountain is as snowy as ever.

Wenren suffered a little bit of hardship when he joined the Dao at night, and was stuck in the last step for hundreds of years. He was trapped in the last state of mind test, suffering for a long time in the sea of ​​illusion.

But until now, even a precious love like the little devil can be honed to perseverance and remove the appearance of fragility.

In the vicissitudes of life, the four fields have changed drastically, only the white plums of Zhongnan Mountain are still the same, and the fragrance is full of sleeves.

Jiang Zheliu has waited for him for hundreds of years, and the other party has only recently left the customs. The two also bid farewell to Zhong Lingyuxiu's seclusion place and went to the world to travel the mountains and rivers.

Snow fell on the plum branches.

He stood in front of the inscription beside the pines and cypresses, the world was cold.

What is there to travel in the mountains and rivers, he has not seen the rivers and mountains less, but the people around him are different, so the mood is very different.

He wants to say goodbye to the master.

It's like saying goodbye to his parents. It's like a lonely and calm child who has been withdrawn and calm since childhood, suddenly found a partner who can truly accept everything about him. After the dust and smoke passed and the anxiety disappeared, he brought the other party to the "parents".

Even if his reborn parents are just an ancient inscription.

The two of them together, all the seniors who can worship together are buried in the soil. Wen Renye's father only had a tomb, and he had seen it in the Demon Realm before. Jiang Zheliu never expected to meet the hero again, in this relationship and in this form.

The yin and yang are separated, and the spirit returns to heaven and earth.

Now that he is in front of his master, the situation is the same. There are thousands of people who stop on the road, not just the two of them.

Time is like a long river, rushing forward, unwilling to look back.

Jiang Zheliu was still dressed in snow-colored clothes when he first arrived, and added a light-colored coat, which Wen Renye insisted on adding, because he looked comfortable.

I don't know if it's the psychological sequelae of the sick beauty to the little devil, or his bad habit of "I think you're cold" has flared up again.

Jiang Zheliu didn't care much, he took a half-step wrong position behind him, and followed Wen Renye's breath.

He wiped the stone tablet and wiped off the snowflakes from it. The ice and snow melted into his palm, as if it had penetrated into his blood and skin.

Afterglow reflection.

"disciple……"

He only opened his head, as if he wanted to say something to the master, but shook his head again, for a while he couldn't think of what he should say.

Jiang Zheliu stopped for a moment, slowly lowered his body, pressed his forehead on the back of his hand, and closed his eyes.

The chill penetrated from the stone tablet and penetrated into his ice and snow body.

How can people who join the Tao be affected by the low temperature in this area. But Jiang Ziliu still had a feeling that he was about to freeze his soul. His exhaustion, his helplessness, and the things he had forcibly sharpened over the years were not shocked, and they were all complaining to him about his grievances.

Mature men can sometimes be less mature, and sometimes they know that this is the right way, but they also have a hard time walking.

He didn't feel that he was outstanding, but he just pushed to this position, and there was no way to abandon it.

Wandering, pain, anxiety, remorse.

There is no emotion that you have not experienced.

Under Jiang Zheliu's cold and pale skin, in fact, there is much hatred for his incompetence, but these emotions appeared early and disappeared early, and he had stabilized his mentality before he became famous.

The gravel is ground into pearls, and the soft places are often full of blood.

Until now, he will only show it to his deceased teacher under the watchful eyes of the Taoist companions.

Jiang Zheliu opened his eyes again, and what he saw was a piece of flawless snow. He raised his head, retracted his hand, and tucked his phalanx into his sleeve.

The throat that had not moved for a long time made a sound.

"The disciples are all well now."

He has nothing to say.

Jiang Zheliu's name was named by Zhu Wenyuan. The word "Zheliu" often means parting, and it also makes people think of parting. From the very beginning, his master knew that he could not accompany him forever.

However, he has found a companion who can tell a long-term candidate.

Jiang Zheliu turned around and glanced at the little devil.

The other party seemed a little hesitant, leaned over a little nervously, and asked in a low voice, "Should I kneel?"

Jiang Zheliu's mood was instantly activated by this sentence, and the precipitation in his head was disrupted. He thought for a while and said, "Kneeling to my master, what is your identity?"

Wen Renye was a little anxious: "Of course it's a disciple..."

He suddenly got stuck, and suddenly thought that there is no such devil as apprentice husband in the cultivation world.

Jiang Zheliu raised his lips slightly, and took the words calmly and gently: "Daughter-in-law?"

Wen Renye stopped thinking and showed a puzzled look: "Daughter-in-law...?"

The little devil also wants face, even if his ears are so annoyed by the nagging of those subordinates because he can't beat the devil, he is still conservative when it comes to calling him a loss.

"Don't you want to?" Jiang Zheliu said.

"...I dare not refuse."

Since Wen Renye was beaten by Jiang Ziliu that time, he likes to talk like this, and he seems extremely wronged and innocent.

Jiang Zheliu was about to be amused by him, but he endured it. He didn't know why Wenren Ye was such a dignified Demon Venerable that he was full of laughter. He raised his arms and hugged the little devil, laying on his shoulders and sneering twice, he said in a low voice, "Little daughter-in-law, let your husband take a look."

When Jiang Xianzun also said this, it was really rare.

He put his hand on Wen Renye's cheek, pinched the other's chin and looked at it for a long time. Not to mention, he was very imposing, and he was picky.

"I can't even give birth, and my back hurts all the time because of the tossing. It's okay to take a break."

Jiang Zheliu was joking when he heard this, with an obvious smile in his words.

Wen Renye had already heard it, but as if he was used to it, he retorted and blurted out, "No way!"

Jiang Zheliu looked at him without speaking.

Only then did the little devil react, his eyes slowly moved down, glanced at him, and said next to his ear: "You... it's amazing to have children?"

Jiang Zheliu thought for a while and said, "It's a little bit better than you."

Wen Renye dared to refute him, he could only hug the other person in a helpless and pitiful way, and said with ulterior motives: "Although I don't like having children, the process of having children is...cough."

Fortunately, this demon is not crazy yet, and he knows how to restrain himself.

Jiang Zheliu patted the little daughter-in-law on the shoulder, then rubbed his fingers, and took out a pot of wine from the storage ring around the other's waist.

The storage rings of the two of them are opened to each other, and the Taoist couple can read each other when they form a contract, and there is no privacy at all.

Anyway, all the tricks Wen Renye had stored were confiscated, and he was sad for several days.

The pot of wine Jiang Zheliu took out was Wan Guchen, which was terribly sweet. He drank two sips, and the warmth and sweetness burned down the lung tube from the throat. If nothing else, it was indeed very pleasant.

Wen Renye didn't stop him for a while, and he didn't dare to stop him. He deeply understood his family status, so he could only watch in front of the other party, trying to let Jiang Zheliu conscience find out, and he could see his disapproval.

It has to be said that Jiang Zheliu has been with him for a long time, and his conscience is almost gone.

He turned a blind eye to the little devil's gaze, and didn't put the wine back until he had had enough.

Wen Renye was at a loss for words, and before he could say a word, he saw a short winter melon climbing up the snowy **** on the other side.

Shi Binghen watched from behind the little winter melon, and he was relieved when he saw that the sweetheart darling firmly grasped and jumped up, and turned to look in the direction of the Demon Queen.

Xiao Donggua stood awkwardly from the snow slope, and when he saw Jiang Zheliu, his eyes lit up for a moment, and he was gone as soon as he let go, and rushed into his father's arms with his short legs.

Jiang Zheliu was swept up in his arms by the little brat, picked up the child who looked only four or five years old, and took the other party in his arms.

The little cub was soft and white, and hardly grew, even if it had been hundreds of years.

"Father!" Xiao Donggua hugged him for a while and kissed him for a while, fearing that he would be carried out by another big bad daddy. His eyes were curved and he said, "Dad! I'm building a foundation today!"

Not to mention the slow growth, the foundation has also been built for three to five hundred years, really...

Wen Renye couldn't help but want to knock his head and question his genes. His little willow tree must be perfect, it is probably his own pot.

But he knew in his heart that it should have nothing to do with the genes of the two of them, it was the problem of the previous seal. Jiang Zheliu didn't show mercy at all, Xiaohan's luck was crushed, even worse than ordinary people.

But it is not this kind of luck in daily life, but long-term luck.

Moreover, Jiang Zheliu is a little more extreme. Because Xiaohan's talent is also very outstanding, he also sealed 100 million points of talent at the same time, but this seal will be gradually lifted due to the passage of time, the purpose is to lay a solid foundation for the child.

Three to five hundred years of foundation building, this foundation is really too solid.

At this moment, our dog left still doesn't know what happened. He is still lovingly rubbing against his father, fiddling in each other's arms, lying on Jiang Ziliu's shoulders and doing it to Wenren's father. grimace.

Wen Renye felt a little sympathy for him inexplicably.

The little winter melon was stunned enough, so she hugged Jiang Zheliu's neck and whispered into his ear: "Dad, I planted spring flowers in the pine wood building."

Jiang Zheliu also lowered his voice and asked him back, "Do you think it can be planted?"

Looking at this freezing situation, it is estimated that it will not work.

Little Winter Melon's eyes lit up, and she raised her volume: "I think it's okay!"

"Okay." Jiang Zheliu smiled and said, "Then it must be possible."

His words were shattered by the breeze.

The plum tree covered with snowflakes was also disturbed by the wind, and the snow fell down with the plum petals in between, blowing over his clothes.

Wen Renye took his hand from behind.

Hold tightly.

The person who loves you the most has neither the ability to change the four seasons nor the perfection that can turn the world upside down. His strengths and weaknesses are all vividly displayed in front of him. But he is willing to bloom a spring flower in the cold winter, and he will not hesitate to wait for long days and nights.

Days and nights, year after year.

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