MTL - My Darling Sick Beauty-Chapter 6

The speed of Liezhen repairing the door is very fast. It really only takes half an hour. The original door frame of the pine wood building has been replaced by the Wanling Stone of the demon world, with the personal aesthetics of Zhenjun Suzaku.

Chang Gan, who had been thrown down before, also turned back into a human form. For a while, he looked at the real monarch of the demon clan with red hair and phoenix feathers, and then looked at the little uncle of the devil in black clothes and blood cloak, and then looked nervously at the immortal who lowered his head and drank medicine. Brother, I feel as if I am at the center of a wondrous vortex.

The little boy squatted beside the medicine stove and emptied the remaining medicine residue. Then he took the bowl from Jiang Zheliu's hand.

This medicine is a very common medicine, so ordinary that it is like the kind of crude prescription that ordinary mortals would drink. But Jiang Zheliu can only take this now. He can't carry the spiritual energy in the elixir. His Taoist body is shattered, like a sieve with loopholes everywhere. The spiritual energy is scattered everywhere, and there is not a trace of it left.

Wen Renye once asked about the prescription, knowing that it was a prescription written by Jiang Ziliu himself, and also knowing his physical condition, so he did not change it without authorization.

This medicine has no other use, just pain relief.

Jiang Zheliu was so used to bitterness that even after drinking a whole bowl of medicine, he could not feel too strong bitterness. He then took another sip of tea, looked at Lie Zhen, who was still sulking, and said slowly, "When did the demon world know about it?"

True Monarch Suzaku pressed the fire and glanced at him. When he saw his white withered hair and dark eyes, all the anger in his heart seemed to sink into the ice cave, and not even a spark could emerge. .

"...I just found out today."

"That's not too fast." Jiang Zheliu said lightly, "You can find this place, it should be taught by Qinglong. I think it's not a day or two to take care of your life, and it's hard to wait until the head is full of gray hair. You have to come to disturb me."

Lie Zhen's words were full of choking, he dragged the seat forward in a dull manner, reached out to grab his wrist, and while exploring the meridians, he said: "You are just going to be mad at me. Hanging out with a demon..."

"Otherwise, do you shoot him out?" Jiang Zheliu suggested casually.

Wen Renye listened quietly, showing a rare polite smile: "Come."

Lie Zhen's scarlet long hair started to explode out of thin air around him. He gave Wen Renye a vicious look, turned his head and said to Jiang Zheliu, "When I come with Qinglin, I will definitely be able to save you."

Jiang Zheliu looked at him for a while, and said, "You can also repair the boundary membrane by joining forces with Qinglin. It is easier for the spirit of nature to repair it than me."

Liezhen stopped suddenly.

"The boundary membrane is damaged, and the spiritual energy of the cultivation world is extracted first. The demon world wants to wait until the cultivation world declines and everything is destroyed, and then capture it in one fell swoop, and then start repairing. Or...you are waiting for me."

There was silence all around, even the sound of breathing was low.

"My serious injury is what you expected. For the demon world, it's all beneficial and not harmful." Jiang Zheliu brushed his sleeves and pulled his wrist back from his fingers, "The world of self-cultivation is connected to the human world. , There are trillions of beings. My friend, Yangmou is ahead, I have to enter."

Lie Zhen shook his hand bluntly, but he couldn't hold his hand, but touched the snow-white thin sleeve.

"Zhe Liu, I..." He was so flustered that he didn't know what to say, "We... I, I didn't expect it to be this serious..."

"So." Jiang Zheliu said, "You have seen what I am now. No sympathy, no guilt. You and I have different positions. I don't blame you."

Lie Zhen stared at him blankly, his red eyes were full of panic, he hurriedly reached out his hand and grabbed Jiang Zheliu's arm, and quickly said: "I don't sympathize with you, I am... Actually I..."

How dare he say what he is holding back, his heart like a flame is frozen, and his mind is sober like never before: "I will leave you a body protection spirit mark, I am afraid you will be bullied..."

Before he could finish his words, Jiang Zheliu just frowned slightly, and the little Vermillion Bird in front of him was picked up by one hand.

Wen Renye's fingers turned at will, and the barbs on the edges of the knuckles would be revealed, revealing half of the demon body, showing a hideous appearance from the forearm to the fingers. The fingers condensed with demonic energy grabbed Liezhen's robe, and the bone spur almost pressed against his throat.

"I'm here." Wen Renye said indifferently, "No one will hurt him."

Just the second after Suzaku's flames blazed into the air, Wen Renye withdrew his hand and turned around, and the demonic energy rushed past like a sharp blade, knocking Liezhen's backhand to the ground, smashing the hollow bones on his shoulders.

The cracking sound gradually became clear.

The soaring flames wrapped around the body of True Monarch Suzaku, and when those bright red eyes lifted, they met the fingertip bone spurs that Wen Renye had turned into a demon.

Almost pierced his eyes.

Just as the bone spur was approaching inch by inch in front of him, Jiang Zheliu, who was drinking tea by the side, put down the porcelain lid and said, "Good neighbor, the medicine is bitter, do you have any sweets?"

Wen Renye's movements paused for a moment, and then the entire magical shape disappeared, returning to human forearms and palms, and turned his head to glance at Jiang Zheliu.

Jiang Zheliu still looked ordinary, his eyes were pitch black, and not even a trace of light could penetrate. But he was wearing a thin snow coat and long, withered hair that seemed to melt at his fingertips at any time.

Wen Renye's hostility slowly dissipated, and his murderous intent relaxed. He ignored the demon clan, but took out a plate of candied fruit from the storage ring, but did not hand it to Jiang Zheliu.

Jiang Zheliu looked at him standing in front of him.

"Is the bitter medicine?"

After a short silence, Jiang Zheliu said, "Of course it is."

"Lie." Wen Renye picked up a piece of candied fruit and handed it to Jiang Zheliu's lips, "You can't taste anything that is bitter."

He has been preparing this plate of candied fruit for a long time. From the second day he saw Jiang Zheliu, he regarded this person as a sickly willow sapling. He felt that his medicine would be bitter, that he would frown and resent it. At this time, you can feed the willow sapling something sweet.

But the other party is not like that at all.

When he drank the medicine, he didn't blink, as if there was no taste associated with bitterness.

It is his heart that suffers.

Jiang Zheliu glanced at the candied fruit he handed over and said, "Do you all feed your neighbors like this in the Demon World? You... uh."

He was stuffed into his mouth, and the fruit had been marinated in sugar, and it was so sweet that it was seldom tasted and spread on the tip of his tongue.

Afterwards, Wen Renye leaned down, looked at him and said, "You have worked so hard for so many years, and all the good friends you have met are all of this virtue?"

Jiang Zheliu wanted to say that this was one of the two kings of the demon world, but before he could swallow the candied fruit in his mouth, he saw Wen Renye drag the little Suzaku out with a frightening force.

True Monarch Suzaku's bones are all hollow, his body is very light, his attack power is the most powerful, and he is covered in flames to protect his body.

The young master of the demon world... Jiang Zheliu looked at his back, thought of the words "the future is terrible", and wanted to smile, but then he thought of the younger generation of the cultivation world, and the junior brother he raised from childhood to adulthood, but he couldn't smile. .

The sweetness between his lips was still there, he raised the tea cup and took a sip, frowning his brows, as if it was the first time he felt that this was a very bitter cup of tea.

If he hadn't tasted the sweetness, he wouldn't have felt that way.

——

Liezhen didn't leave immediately, but turned into a vermillion bird and landed on the ancient tree outside the pine wood building.

There was a lamp in the room, and it was bright.

While classifying the medicinal materials collected from Mount Zhongnan, Chang Gan quietly looked at the immortal brother who was reading a book, hesitated for a while, and then said, "Brother?"

"Um?"

Jiang Zheliu responded and asked, "What's wrong."

"I heard some people talking at the foot of the mountain today, as if they were looking for my brother." Chang Gan lowered his head and said, "They said they couldn't find it in the entire cultivation world, and they were dying of anxiety."

Jiang Zheliu listened quietly and did not speak.

They were in a hurry, but it was because they didn't see it as believing that they were in a hurry to meet each other. All the seemingly respectful words are excuses, and the heart of some Immortal Sect's righteous path is far worse than that of Little Suzaku, who has a different stance.

Chang Gan seemed to think this topic was not good, and quickly changed it: "I met a deer at the foot of the mountain. He said he was homeless. I was thinking about whether to..."

As he said that, he cautiously raised his eyes to look at Jiang Zheliu, and continued: "I am willing to serve you, as long as my brother can occasionally give him some pointers on his practice."

Jiang Zheliu nodded. He had always had a good impression of the deer demon, and said casually, "If that's the case, you can bring him here."

Chang Gan nodded excitedly, as if he felt that he had an extra playmate. His appearance is still only a boy of eleven or twelve years old, and his mental age is not very large. In Jiang Ziliu's eyes, he is still a playful child.

Jiang Zheliu didn't care about a few little demons coming over. He used to take in homeless little demons often. What's more, this is Zhongnan Mountain, the place where Zhongling Yuxiu is beautiful, and it is a rare evil monster.

He was tired from reading and was a little sleepy. Just when he was a little distracted, the candlelight on the side was lit, and a breath similar to pine and cypress permeated.

Jiang Zheliu raised his eyes and watched his good neighbor naturally pull over the seat to sit across from him, his eyes as if he had never eaten in his life, full of strong...appetite?

Jiang Zheliu was unsure, looked down at himself, recalled the recipes of the Demon Realm royal family, and said, "Hungry?"

"…No."

Jiang Zheliu rolled up the book in his hand, knocked on the back of Wen Renye's hand, and said, "Then I don't even understand, what are you asking for when you are by my side?"

He paused for a moment and continued: "My cultivation base is completely useless, you have already explored it. I have nothing, I am poor, and I can't even use a magic weapon. You can see it one by one. Do you not want to let go of your guard, but you are not willing to kill him?"

Wen Renye didn't have any killing intent towards him, he could still judge that.

When Jiang Zheliu said this, he also thought of another possibility, looked at him for a moment, and said in deep thought, "Even if you want to eat me, it's just a meal."

His current body, which is barely maintained, is about to shatter after a few toss. Wen Renye should not want to kill him yet.

Hearing his last sentence, the other party's mind had already spread from "one meal" to "every meal", but when he came back to his senses, he happened to see Jiang Ziliu's dark eyes staring at him. The yellow fragment disappeared suddenly, as if covered by a thin and hidden chill.

Wen Renye's expression froze for a moment, and then he said, "I want to take care of your body."

Jiang Zheliu looked at him silently, the snow-white eyelashes were almost transparent under the light of the candles.

"And then have a showdown with you. I'll take revenge for the one arrow I lost to you that year."

Wen Renye spoke very persistently and seemed extremely frank.

Jiang Zheliu looked at him for a long time, but did not see any hypocrisy in the other's eyes.

In a place he couldn't see, the heart in this demon's chest was beating frantically, and the scar of the sword that was slashed by the Lingxiao Sword at that time was faintly hot, and together with his youthful glance, the wishful thinking in front of him gradually followed. Heating up and burning gradually.

Wen Ren Ye Zi's eyes darkened, staring at him too persistently.

Jiang Zheliu has defeated too many people. He actually doesn't remember when he won Wen Renye, but it doesn't prevent him from finding it interesting.

Over the years, he has helped many juniors, and the most promising of them is Jin Yujie, the young pavilion master of Wushuang Jiange, but even he is not as obsessed with his past defeat as Wen Renye.

Jiang Zheliu nodded and smiled slightly: "But I don't want to be cured."

The flame in Wen Renye's heart suddenly stagnated, and the residual warmth was hot to his throat, burning out the words he had prepared.

"Being able to choose life and death is the little freedom I have left in my life."

"But…"

Jiang Zheliu stopped his words and continued: "But for your interesting neighbor, I will try to leave as late as possible."

Wen Renye's heart was hanging in his throat, and he didn't know if he should breathe a sigh of relief. He held Jiang Ziliu's fingers, knocked tightly, and said slowly.

"To look at me?"

"Well." Jiang Zheliu said, "Look at the future of the demon world."

Perhaps, it will also be the future of the world.