MTL - My Darling Sick Beauty-Chapter 12

Hearing people sleepless all night.

Not to mention that he was sleepless all night, even A Chu who was beside him was buzzing with his brain, not knowing what he was talking about, Changgan went over and listened carefully for a while before he heard him muttering something, "Could this be Haitang's version of the book? ?"

Chang Gan didn't think much of it. He had been attacked once before, so he wasn't so surprised, but packed up and went to sleep.

Wen Renye sat on the edge of Jiang Ziliu's couch, watching the frail and feverish Immortal Venerable sleeping peacefully, half of his face buried in the quilt, his long snow-white hair was soft and scattered. Down, the end of his eyes burned red.

He was not sleepy at all, staring at Jiang Ziliu, the more he looked, the more awake he became. He had never been so awake before, and he could even write tens of thousands of words about his thoughts on speculating about the body structure of the heavenly spirit body.

Jiang Zheliu sleeps very honestly, if there is no external influence, he will not move much.

Silent night.

When the morning light leaked into the wooden window and he almost slept enough, he opened his eyes slightly lazily, and saw Lord Mozun's purple eyes, full of hesitation and inexhaustible words.

Jiang Zheliu slowly calmed down, glanced at him, and asked, "What's wrong?"

...you also asked me what was wrong. Wen Renye's brows were furrowed, and he brewed in his heart for a whole night before he said aggressively, "Do you know that you can have children?"

"Well." Jiang Zheliu nodded.

Man, it makes sense to say so. Wen Renye's blood pressure was about to rise, he gritted his teeth, and continued: "Then let me sleep with you!"

Jiang Zheliu looked at him blankly, not knowing what was wrong with just sleeping.

"What if I'm despicable and shameless and greedy for your body?" Wen Renye plausibly said, "Why don't you know how to protect yourself!"

Jiang Zheliu: "…"

Jiang Zheliu has never had the awareness to take extra precautions because of this. When his cultivation is still there, let alone his body, others will look at him with respect and piety. It is necessary to take more precautions. If Wen Renye was really despicable and shameless, he would have died long ago.

He looked at the other party's anger and didn't know where the hair was going to start. After thinking for a while, he said, "Aren't you a very gentleman?"

In such a short sentence, Wen Renye's sparks were drowned out, and he could only watch him sit up sullenly.

Jiang Zheliu reached out and fiddled with the slipping hair back, and heaved a sigh of relief while holding the throbbing head. Those hands are too pale, the joints are also thin and thin, and even every blood vessel under the thin skin exudes a feeling of weakness, let alone being forced, even the thought of wanting to kiss will feel extravagant. beasts.

Wen Renye was just praised as a gentleman, and then he felt that he was a beast. He looked at Jiang Zheliu's fingers and pinched his eyebrows. When he closed his eyes, the snow-white eyelashes trembled slightly, almost like a half in the morning light. transparent.

... who can be a gentleman.

Jiang Ziliuzheng had a headache after drinking, and was handed a bowl of sober soup by a good neighbor next to him. He thanked him and drank it slowly.

Wen Renye, who was next to him, said, "...not everyone is as upright and gentleman as I am."

He looked at Jiang Zheliu, and continued: "For example, that hairy bird, who looks at you in a serious way, and that golden boy, does that mean he wants to take care of you? That means he wants to possess you, what? It's all...you mustn't trust them."

Jiang Zheliu put down the bowl, feeling a little funny, but nodded anyway.

"I told you not to drink, so you won't listen to me. I've never seen such a big temper before, so I don't listen to anything..."

A good young master of the devil world, how did he become like this. What about the demons who are said to be "ruthless" and "kill without blinking"?

"Don't think about what to drink once in a while, it's fine, you are so fragile that I don't dare to touch it, but you are quite capable..." Wen Renye babbled and chirped for a long time, feeling that his heart was broken. After speaking, I saw the other party nodded perfunctorily.

…Mad.

Wen Renye insisted that he have a longer memory, stretched out his hand to support the other person's shoulder, and said sternly: "You have to take this matter seriously, and your sudden fever, can you take it to heart?"

Jiang Ziliu reluctantly reiterated: "This is really okay."

Wen Renye felt that his blood pressure was still rising, he gritted his teeth and said, "I'm a demon, not a good person, can you be afraid?"

"Okay." Jiang Zheliu sighed, "I'm afraid, let go."

When Lord Mozun got this sentence, he let go of his hand, sat down beside the bed with a big horse, and said, "You have to make an appointment with me for three chapters."

Jiang Zheliu, who continued to drink the hangover soup, did not lift his eyes: "You said."

He asked Wen Renye to say it, but it didn't mean he would follow the routine. Jiang Zheliu has a tough and strong character. Almost no matter when, he can listen to and refer to other people's suggestions, but he will always make his own decisions.

"Don't eat indiscriminately." Wen Renye said, "Don't take in goblins any more. The most important thing is that you always remember your physical condition. Don't be **** yourself when you encounter problems, and remember to call me."

As he spoke, he put an ink-colored jade bracelet on Jiang Zheliu's wrist.

Jiang Zheliu said: "Good neighbor, you are too worried."

Wen Renye Xin said that in your situation, apart from worrying, I don't think I can do anything else.

Jiang Zheliu turned the ink bracelet on his wrist and saw the dense body protection magic patterns and communication talismans on it. He probably knew what it was, and said casually, "Give this to me, you want to go back to the devil world?"

If I didn't want to go back to the Demon Realm, I wouldn't need this stuff. Wen Renye would have grown up in a pine wood building.

"I'm going back to deal with some things." Wen Renye said, "After the body protection magic pattern is activated, it will automatically send me a message. It can be used without cultivation. Don't take it off, let me feel at ease."

Jiang Zheliu naturally couldn't make the good neighbors embarrassed, and he didn't feel that the ink bracelet was sinking, so he agreed casually.

Wen Renye has actually been delayed for a long time. He received a letter from his subordinate at night, but the other party was still asleep, and he didn't want to leave without saying goodbye, so he delayed for a few hours and didn't leave until now.

Lord Mozun held his cold hand, his face was full of "I'm not at ease", he said when he would come back, and secretly waited for Jiang Ziliu to leave him.

Jiang Zheliu's consciousness was very high, and his mind was full of big-picture ideas. He withdrew his hand and said, "Be careful on the road."

Wen Renye: "…"

After Wen Renye left, Chang Gan got a seat next to the immortal brother, and while holding the robe and cloak over, he muttered: "Little uncle, the wolf's ambition is too obvious, he even sent a token of love before he left. ."

Jiang Zheliu hugged the heater, thought about it, and said, "Is it so obvious?"

"I don't believe that my brother can't see it." Chang Gan said, "Why don't you make it clear? Does your brother not like him?"

Jiang Zheliu was silent for a moment, then reached out and rubbed the little snake's hair, and said, "The acquaintance is short, why do you like it."

What's more, I'm still in the waning years of my life, and my time is short, and I'm still in full bloom and have a bright future. If there is really lingering thoughts and things that go beyond the norm, if this body is not cured, it will die within a few years, so how can he endure the endless years left.

He thought about it, smiled calmly, and whispered: "If you haven't made it clear, then don't say it."

——

Lingxiao faction.

Above the inner hall, the unparalleled Ling Xiaojian was placed in front of the case, still sharp, but the cold light was hidden, which was very different from that in Jiang Ziliu's hands.

Zhu Wuxin sat at the head of the sect and stared at the sword.

Zhu Wuxin is actually very good-looking, but his expression at the moment is too gloomy, making people afraid to approach.

He stared at it for a long time, but he didn't wait for Ling Xiaojian to respond at all. He was even more annoyed, but there was nothing he could do.

Ling Xiaojian didn't recognize him, and the spirituality in him was heavily suppressed, and he had no intention of moving at all. In his senior brother's hand, this sword trembled and was invincible, but in his hand, it was...

This is obviously the famous sword of the Lingxiao faction. It is a treasure that his father has worn for many years. Logically speaking, it should be related to him by blood and resonate with him. But reality hit him hard in the face.

Zhu Wuxin took a deep breath and put the Lingxiao sword into the sheath. At this moment, a young man dressed as a disciple entered the hall, knelt down and replied, "Sect Master, I have already found out where Jin Yujie is, he Indeed, I went to Mount Zhongnan a few days ago."

Zhu Wuxin's eyelids jumped, and he quickly asked, "Then what?"

From what he knew about his senior brother, he knew that his senior brother would not change his decision easily, but he didn't think that the other party could really take Jiang Ziliu back.

"Then Jin Yujie went down the mountain alone. When he came back, he always seemed to be distracted. Then he went to Tianji Pavilion again and met Wang Wenyuan."

That magic stick... Zhu Wuxin rubbed his fingers and said, "What's happening with Wang Wenyuan?"

"After Wang Wenyuan talked with Jin Yujie, he withdrew the people who were looking for Immortal Venerable from Tianji Pavilion."

After the young man finished speaking, he didn't hear the head's response, so he quietly raised his eyes to look, only to see Zhu Wuxin looking at him with dark eyes.

"What do you call him?"

It was only then that the young man realized that he had committed the taboo of the sect master, his words trembled, and he hurriedly changed his words: "It's Jiang Zheliu, he, he is no longer an Immortal Venerable, nor is he the head of Immortal Sect, the head of Ling Xiao... just a cultivator. For the ruined wretch..."

Even if he said that, Zhu Wuxin's expression was still cold, he slowly rubbed the scabbard of Ling Xiaojian, and said coldly: "He is a cripple, what are you? You are not as good as a dog after being protected by him for so long... Get off me!"

This disciple really couldn't figure out Zhu Wuxin's complicated thoughts, and also didn't understand what was going on with their brothers and sisters, and went down like a pardon.

The hall was silent again, Zhu Wuxin sat in the same place, sent a letter to the elders of Ling Xiao, then stood up and glanced outside the hall.

I don't know if my senior brother said anything, but that Jin Yujie was the one who gave him the guidance, not to mention half a master, even half a father. ...if the Peerless Sword Pavilion and the Heavenly Secret Pavilion are united...

Zhu Wuxin thought about it for a long time. From these tedious and heavy affairs of the Lingxiao faction, he thought of the relationship between the various factions in the cultivation world, and even the general trend of the world. In the end, I couldn't help but think of the white robe.

His senior brother never liked colors that were too warm. It seemed that every day there were countless things to be busy with, as if every thing in the cultivation world had to come to trouble him again. He always looked indifferent, neither happy nor unhappy.

He has always felt that Jiang Zheliu has enjoyed this kind of supreme status to some extent, so he will always take care of the Cultivation Realm, the Lingxiao faction, and take care of him so well. It is precisely because of this that no matter where he goes, he will never be introduced by Zhu Wuxin, nor will it be the son of the former head of Ling Xiao, but "this is Jiang Xianzun's junior brother".

The courtesy and awe of those people are like saying that he is just an embellishment and a symbol of his brother's prestige.

Zhu Wuxin restrained his thoughts, and his eyes happened to fall on the seal on the table case - there was a private seal of Jiang Zheliu, engraved as "Spring Breeze Zheliu".

It's a pity that when my brother left, it was a severe winter, there was no spring breeze, and he never said goodbye.

Zhu Wuxin didn't know what to think, he stretched out his hand and gathered his collar, walked out of the inner hall with Ling Xiaojian in his hand, and said to the disciple standing by the side, "I'll leave, if anyone asks, just say..."

He paused for a moment and said, "Suddenly something happened, I'll go to my senior brother to talk about it."