MTL - My Darling Sick Beauty-Chapter 37

After working overtime in the year of embers, I didn't really come up with a particularly sure solution.

Wen Renye sat next to him when he re-explored Jiang Zheliu's pulse.

"Is there only a high body temperature?" His Excellency Medical Sage touched his chin and thought, "It's better to keep it up. If it really doesn't work, you can only support it with some powerful medicinal herbs and let the Lord Wenren give it a try."

Everyone present knew what this "try it out" meant.

Jiang Zheliu coughed lightly, and had a little thought of retreating. But he didn't show it very clearly, and continued to ask: "A potent medicine pill?"

"Yeah." Ember Year sighed, "It's not good for you to recuperate for a long time, but that's all you can do. I'm afraid that if you really endure it to the limit, something unpredictable will happen."

Jiang Zheliu nodded silently.

In fact, his body still hasn't recovered. Now that he drank tea and took medicine, his spirit is much better, but his body temperature is still higher than normal.

Even the embers of the human race can smell this looming hidden fragrance.

The matter was temporarily pressed, and Ember Year turned to mention other things: "I have sent letters to Gantong and Kuntong in the past few days, and asked them about Wang Wenyuan's movements..."

Gantong and Kuntong are the two ginseng dolls.

He paused for a moment, looked at Jiang Ziliu and thought for a moment, then said: "Tianji Pavilion doesn't have any special movement, just announced that the second young master is in retreat. Instead, it is the Lingxiao faction... I have the idea of ​​asking for the treasure of the town school. ."

Ling Xiaojian still stayed in Zhongnan Mountain.

Jiang Zheliu lowered his head and drank the tea, only letting the tea wet his lips and moistened his lips. On the contrary, Wen Renye, who was on the side, knitted his brows tightly, with a ferocious aura.

"Since Zhu Wuxin is dead, no matter who is in charge of the Lingxiao faction, there must be a treasure in their hands." Ember Nian analyzed, "How dare they take it forcibly when Lord Mozun is here, it's just to act as a facade. , I'm doing things like robbery and robbery, and I'm threatening you."

Jiang Zheliu's eyes fell on the rim of the cup, and after a long while, he raised his gaze and glanced at Hansong outside the small building from a distance through the window.

The pine and cypress are covered with frost branches and covered with falling snow.

He was beside the little devil, and he was hot and wearing thick clothes, so he shouldn't feel cold, but at this time, his fingertips were still a little cold.

Jiang Zheliu curled up the palm of his hand and slowly pressed his cold fingers.

"Isn't that true?" Ember Nian smiled sarcastically, "Whatever the head of the Four Great Immortal Sects is just a pit for you. Come on, don't think about it so much, you have to give up this trouble and pick one at will. When a person presents a sword, let the jackal bite itself, and don’t splatter blood on you.”

Jiang Zheliu rubbed his fingertips. He didn't want to answer, but he said involuntarily, "That's my saber."

Ember Nian was stunned for a moment, as if he knew him on the first day, and said in surprise: "Senior Jiang, when you gave it to Zhu Wuxin, why didn't you know it was your sword?"

Even if Jiang Ziliu didn't answer, he knew that the other party was obviously not willing to hand it over at will. The son of the former head like Zhu Wuxin can only care about his own selfish desires, and it is even more difficult to count on others. I am afraid that it is not just handing over a sword, but also Ling Xiao sent thousands of years of hard work.

The more Yu Ember thought about it, the more injustice he felt, and he frowned and said, "What else do you want, who are you trying to toss with. If you can be better, and I have Jiang Xianzun's backing, wouldn't I wave the flag to see you off the mountain. But What are you like now, do you still want to hold a sword?"

He was a little annoyed, but this kind of annoyance was the doctor's for the patient, and he didn't care about the age and identity of the two when he was excited.

After he finished speaking, he felt that it was a bit too much, and sat back to his original position angrily, turning his head to look elsewhere.

Jiang Zheliu wasn't angry at all. He even felt that Ember Year made a lot of sense, but he didn't change his mind. Instead, he reached out and poured a cup of tea for His Excellency Medical Sage, and said, "Get rid of your anger."

His hand rested on the rim of the tea cup, and the transparent frost-white fingertips pressed against the jade cup with blue pattern on the snow bottom. A moist halo emerges.

Pretty **** good.

The little devil stared at his hand, and when he saw that the other party put down the teacup, he turned his hand and pulled Jiang Ziliu's fingers over and rubbed it in his arms.

Why is it only cold here.

His hands were so strange that they flushed red when he tried hard and when he was embarrassed, and every joint was slightly powdery, like a haze that had fainted. But when he looked at the light on weekdays, it was white and transparent, there was no blood on his nails, and his body was slender and could not help but break.

Jiang Zheliu was rubbed by the little devil king, and he didn't know what to say to Ember Nian for a while. According to his age and seniority, he is an elder, but according to the current situation, he has to listen to the doctor.

He thought about it for a while, and then slowly said: "If, I really want to..."

"What are you thinking?" Ember Nian originally wanted to drink tea and forget about it, and he would not die when he went down the stairs, but this half sentence made his mind smoke, thinking that this person would do his best for a group of **** and die. Staring at him with the eyes of the mentally retarded, "You can't think about anything!"

"...want to hold a sword."

Jiang Zheliu finished the second half of the sentence calmly.

The face of the green-faced fangs made in the year of embers froze for a while, and slowly subsided, then glanced at him and said, "Do you want to restore your cultivation now? It's too late, there is no way to save it. Unless you die, Let someone make your body into a puppet, and use the dead man's method, and there may be hope for your body to recover. With your fragile soul, you can't even be reincarnated."

To be reincarnated without forgetting memories requires a primordial spirit with a corresponding realm. Although Jiang Zheliu has realm, his Primordial Spirit is too fragile to support reincarnation at all. He can only go back to heaven and earth.

"Refining into puppets?" Jiang Zheliu seemed to remember something, "As far as I know, the only people who are good at this way are the monks from Wangxiangtai in the Netherworld..."

Although He Suxiang is the Lord of the Netherworld, he is bound by the Netherworld Chain and cannot go out. So many things are taken care of by the cooperation of other ghost cultivators. For example, what Jiang Zheliu said about the monk Wangxiangtai is one of them.

These ghost cultivators in the Netherworld are all obedient, even if they are subordinate to what they are in name, they actually only work for the Netherworld. So even if it was the big event that shook the Styx last time, as long as they didn't want to come, they wouldn't come.

The surname of the monk in Wangxiangtai is Liu, and the exact name is unknown. Together with the bridge master of Naihe Bridge and the master of the other side, he is the actual manager of the Netherworld.

Just as he said these words, he was stared at by two eyes.

The little devil's purple eyes sank, watching him intently and vigilantly. Ember Year was a little bit of understanding unexpectedly, and added: "If you really want to deal with yourself like this..."

"No." Wen Renye clutched at his sleeve, "I won't allow it."

He has always been worried about Jiang Ziliu's physical condition. Recently, he has become more anxious because of the demon world, and his emotions are a little difficult to control: "No."

Just as Jiang Zheliu wanted to comfort him, he was picked up by the little devil involuntarily from his beloved chair. He didn't even let him explain. He hugged him and walked behind the screen. He didn't have time to explain He just asked, and let Wen Ren Ye press down on the bed.

"Little Demon King...? You... hiss..."

His soul has been invaded.

It felt more like a vicious hug than the word invasion, a little force that made him a little sore.

But it was too warm, wrapping his fragile soul all over, and then slowly digging into the depths, slowly fitting and gradually blending with his soul.

This thing started a little suddenly, but because of the dependence before, it was not so difficult to accept.

Jiang Zheliu breathed a sigh of relief and said in a low voice, "...Come out, stop making a fuss."

Wen Renye did not move, not only did he not move, but he also stuck to him more deeply, invading Jiang Zheliu's spirit from the surface to the bottom, grasping the slightest change in his emotions.

He was like a large dog, clinging to his neck, his canine teeth almost gnawed at the slender and fair neck of the man in his arms, but when it came time to shoot, he let go and was only willing to lick it.

"You can't have that thought."

Jiang Ziliu didn't know why he was so insecure all of a sudden, he pulled out a hand and put a hand between his hair, drew a clear line from the fascinating and terrifying feeling, and whispered. Said: "I didn't..."

"You can't leave me alone."

This sentence appeared a bit suddenly. But it seems to have been foreshadowed for a long time, it is what Wen Renye wanted to say but never said.

Jiang Zheliu folded his fingers together, and some pulled the other person's hair.

In fact, the little devil knows better than anyone that his age is long, not as short as one day, but not as long as a hundred years old and old. For a practitioner, this is too short.

He knew better than anyone that Jiang Zheliu would leave him. But it is also more unwilling to believe than anyone else.

"...You..." Jiang Zheliu's words paused for a while, and he dropped a kiss on his neck, leaving a layer of red marks, "...don't think so much."

The little devil did not speak.

The souls of the two were intertwined and entwined together, and even the slightest emotional changes could be felt.

Jiang Zheliu felt that the other party's emotions had settled down.

After a while, the little devil's warm breath passed by his ears, and his tone was very low.

"Even if you get angry with me in the future and think I'm not good, don't leave me..."

Jiang Zheliu frowned slightly, feeling that something was not right, he said calmly, "You won't do anything bad to me."

Wen Renye stopped talking, and slowly hugged him tighter, as if a strange switch had been triggered, with a subtle sense of preoccupation.

The color of his eyes is very special, an extremely magnificent purple. When he looked down, Jiang Zheliu was slightly startled.

"You and I are of different races, so we can't be the same fate." He lowered his head and buried himself on Jiang Ziliu's shoulder, "Let me think that you will leave me one day..."

Jiang Zheliu couldn't help but laugh a little, feeling that the appearance of the little devil always showing in front of him was naive and a little cute.

He can't be coquettish, but it doesn't prevent him from thinking that such a big devil is cute.

"It's okay, don't think about it." Jiang Zheliu looked at him and said, "I will always be with you, I will not leave you."

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Wen Renye has become a little nervous since the incident in the Netherworld, coupled with the recent preparations in the Demon Realm, made him extremely concerned about Jiang Zheliu's attitude and situation.

Because of Lord Mozun's out-of-control behavior, Yu Jinnian also made subtle hints to Jiang Zheliu several times, and tried his best to find out what happened that day, but Jiang Ziliu ignored him and made irresponsible remarks. The inquiries were all confused.

The little mute has always been very obedient, and was led by Rui Nian with one hand, looking obediently and well-behaved, so quiet that there was only a gasping sound.

Zhongnan Mountain is isolated from the world, and the internal and external communication depends entirely on the year of Ember to send letters to the two ginseng dolls.

The mountains are covered by heavy snow, the pine and cypresses are covered with frost, and the branches are covered with a layer of snow coat.

Baimei fell in the snow, and the sky was broken, and it was a vast expanse.

Just as the morning sun was shining brightly from among the stratus clouds, the sky was illuminated by a clear light, and the sound of dragon roars penetrated the sky, and then fell into the heavy snow.

The appearance of the demon clan is similar. When Liezhen came here, it was also such a pomp. I wish the whole world would know... It seems that the appearance of the demon clan comes from their racial habits, in order to attract their favorite people.

It's just that when Liezhen came over, there was no such heavy snow in Zhongnan Mountain. So it won't let a dignified monster clan true monarch fall into the snowdrift.

Jiang Zheliu sat in front of the window, looking at the hole not far away from where he stepped on the air, turned his head and glanced at A Chu beside him: "...What is that?"

"That." A Chu looked up and followed his gaze, swinging a fan and blowing the small stove, "Isn't the railing on our second floor broken last time, when Wen Renzun was majoring in railings, I don't know why, On the same day, we built another canal and sprinkled insect repellent powder in it.”

...canals?

Jiang Zheliu was holding the stove, wondering what other canals could survive tenaciously in this weather.

It is estimated that under the thick layer of snow, there is a thin layer of ice.

Qinglong is hydrophilic, so he has no vigilance against this kind of weather. It is rare for him to see the eternal spectacle of the True Monarch of the Monster Race climbing up from the ice hole. And Qinglin's weight is based on the physical body, which is completely different from Liezhen's Suzaku bird with a hollow skeleton. It is estimated that there are several tons of Qinglong's body.

He watched Qinglin push the door wet and come in, the dragon scales on his body were looming, and half of them appeared.

Jiang Zheliu endured it for so long, but still couldn't hold it in, he smiled and said to her, "Can you take a cold shower?"

Qing Lin's hair was wet, he took off his hairpin and dripped with water droplets. The frost and snow that was about to condense on his body receded because of the temperature in the room. The broken scales under her eyes shone with light, pale blue and gold, and shone brightly.

As soon as she came in, she first scanned the room with her divine sense, and found that Wenren Ye was not there, so she sat casually across from Jiang Zheliu.

After just a few steps, Qinglin's clothes were completely dry, and she responded indifferently: "Yes, it's cool."

Jiang Zheliu doesn't have such a good physique as she does. She spreads a blanket and drinks hot tea like a retired veteran cadre. She carries a warm little hand stove all year round. In front of her, she is half-playing Go with Wang Moxuan next door.

Qinglin glanced at the chess game, paused for a moment, and said, "I came to see you specifically, and you treat me like this, Jiang Xianzun is extremely ruthless."

Jiang Zheliu raised his eyebrows and said, "Specially looking at me?"

He made four words softly, his tone slightly questioning.

Qing Lin coughed twice and explained, "It's mainly because I have something to ask you."

"Well, you said."

"After the Jinghuozhu was thrown into the Sixiang Pill Stove, I was the only one left in the demon world to guard." Qinglin looked at him and said, "A few days ago, a mysterious person sent me a letter, saying that the demon world and the cultivation world would unite and conspire together. event."

What other big things can happen, the biggest thing is nothing but the mysterious gate of the demon world, after which there are countless secret treasures, which the world knows about.

"That person said that there is something behind the Xuantong giant gate, which can make the Sixiang Pill Burner immediately spawn the second Demon Race True Monarch, saving me years of trouble. I hope I can join forces with him."

Qing Lin was very calm when he said this.

"Please help me ask Venerable Lord Wenren if there is such a thing. If what he said is false, I will find out his identity and execute him on the spot." She paused and continued, "If it is true This thing, the treasure of the demon world, is willing to exchange this thing with Venerable Lord Wenren. My friend, please lobby for it."

Qinglin is much more mature than Liezhen, he will not be easily provoked, and he knows how to weigh the pros and cons.

Jiang Zheliu listened quietly, but did not make a decision, but said: "The demon world treats me like this, and I want to worry about you, why, do I seem like a good talker?"

The ink hair of the Azure Dragon True Monarch in front of him scattered, the blue pupil glowed, and the broken scales under the corner of his eyes filled with a very soft light. She got close, took a slow breath beside Jiang Ziliu for a while, and suddenly said: "Yes, now you seem to be not only easy to talk, but also easy to bully. Friends, if you are tired of being around Wen Renye Now, why don't you come to Wanling Palace to stay, and I will give you all my Dragon Balls to play..."

Dragon Balls of the Dragon Race will only be distributed to the other half. Wen Renye mentioned before that the same fate cannot be established between different races, and the same fate can be divided into one-way and two-way, there are several types. But the dragon race is different. After the dragon ball is divided into two halves, it will have the effect of the same fate, even the highest level, and the target is not limited to the race.

Jiang Zheliu was not affected at all, his eyes were flat, he looked at her calmly, and said, "You—"

Qinglin listened carefully.

"Your Dragon Clan's estrus season is up?"