MTL - My Darling Sick Beauty-Chapter 65

Wen Renye knew that he didn't want to show weakness.

This is Jiang Ziliu's habit, and it will not change because of who the other party is, but at this moment, he does not block his emotions, but indulges himself rarely.

Wen Renye hugged him, lowered his head and inhaled the breath of the heavenly spirit body, then inadvertently raised his eyes and saw a book on the bookshelf that was neat and tidy with his eyes, with bright golden colors written on it. A string of big characters:

"Famous Item Size Ranking List"

Wen Renye: "...!"

Is it that exciting?

Could it be that Xiao Liushu even reads this kind of book? He really deserves to be the most learned person in the cultivation world.

He didn't realize that his focus was wrong at all, and when he remembered that the other party said that his skills were poor, a cloud suddenly appeared in his mind. He felt that it was normal for the other party to read a lot of books and would despise him, but he felt that his dignity was being provoked. , faintly frowned.

Jiang Zheliu noticed the strange mood of the other party, and whispered next to his ear: "What's wrong?"

Wen Renye couldn't say anything, but he frowned and was a little unwilling. He pulled the book down from the shelf full of frustration and stared at the title on it. He thought for a while, then asked carefully, "Famous weapon?"

Jiang Zheliu seemed to have guessed what the other party was looking at, but he didn't connect the little devil's emotional changes with this book, and replied, "Interested?"

Wen Renye stared at the cover for a while with a complicated expression, not sure whether to say yes or no. He stretched out his hand to wrap his arms around the other's waist, his palms taut through the shirt, outlining the other's figure.

The little devil was a little unconvinced. He bit the tip of his ear and said vaguely, "You have studied this kind of thing a long time ago? You despise me because of this?"

His breath was warm, biting from the tip of Jiang Zheliu's ear, a little numb.

"...What's the matter?" Jiang Zheliu didn't quite understand.

The little devil's hair exploded more and more, he rubbed the other side with hard horns, and the long bone tail that he didn't know when it was released came over, got into his clothes, and went around his legs.

The tail of the bone was hard and fishbone-shaped, and the bone spurs on the edge were restrained, and a piece of ice was cold against the thigh.

Jiang Zheliu was stunned for a moment, and didn't notice his tail before: "Take it out, it's frustrating."

His body was coquettishly supported by the little devil king, and even the slightly rough fabric stinged, not to mention the hard bone tail, the dull and blunt joints scratched on his legs, and the skin was reddened casually. one slice.

The little devil didn't speak, he pressed his shoulder and insisted on kissing him. The book was held in his hands with one hand, and the cover was wrinkled.

Jiang Zheliu let him kiss him, but nothing was right when he was rubbed by this tail. He stretched out his hand and grabbed the collar of the little devil king, raised his eyes and asked, "What's wrong? Where's the temper..."

"Have you tried other people's sizes?"

Jiang Zheliu: "...?"

Sometimes he really wanted to pry open the demon's head to see if there was a large piece of seawater inside, and the brain seemed to grow for raising fish.

The little devil's tone was particularly aggrieved and pitiful: "Do you dislike me because you think someone else's size is more suitable for you?"

"No." Jiang Zheliu calmly denied, "It's because of your simplicity that it doesn't matter..."

He paused for a moment, glanced down, and said indifferently, "It's not about the accessories."

Wen Renye stayed for a while, feeling that he had been hit by a huge crit. How could he let go, he could not wait to prove himself again with Xiao Liushu on the spot.

"And." Jiang Zheliu continued, "Don't you think it's still very bullying for people to bear this kind of thing?"

Wen Renye: "..."

He said it well and made sense, and he seemed self-willed when he was angry.

"I can get along with you." The other party didn't filter the vocabulary and used the simplest words, "I have good physical fitness and the potential of a heroic father."

His speech was as chilly as ever, with a tinge of imperceptible cold humour.

The little devil was so beaten that he couldn't raise his head, and lay on his neck, he almost cried two tears.

But he stuck to Jiang Zheliu's collarbone, unscrewing the tight button on his neckline, hugged the other and took a deep breath, and said sadly: "Did you lie to me when you said that on the carriage? Is it?"

On the carriage?

Jiang Zheliu recalled it subconsciously. His face darkened, he rubbed his back molars, and said indifferently, "What have you done yourself, you don't even know?"

The atmosphere where the two have a special love for each other can only be maintained for a while, and when it comes to the principled bed problem, they begin to contradict and fall apart.

Wen Renye felt a little guilty, and those words were indeed only half coaxed and half forced to let the other party say those words.

At that time, Jiang Zheliu was dizzy and very coaxing. As long as he was uncomfortable, he would shed tears - like a physiological reaction, that scene made people criminal.

Wen Renye committed such a crime that cannot be described in detail.

He rubbed against each other's shoulders in a muffled voice, the blood lines on his corners were hot, and he was not in a good mood. He was unwilling to say: "Then will you still be with me?"

The little devil obviously does not have the habit of selecting words.

Jiang Zheliu: "..."

"What do you mean by not speaking." Wen Renye was unhappy, "This is stumbling you? After all, you still dislike my size being inappropriate. Do you have another ideal type?"

Jiang Zheliu had already guessed what was in his mind. He patted the other person's arm and said, "Bring the book."

Wen Renye handed it to him obediently.

Jiang Zheliu took the book with the golden font, turned a page in front of the other party, turned to show it to him, and said expressionlessly: "The famous sword in the world, Ling Xiaojian is also on the list, so it is published. Send me a sample book."

Wen Renye: "...Oh."

He thought for a while and said, "A famous sword is a famous sword, so why write a famous weapon?"

"Other gods are also included."

The little devil said bravely: "What is the size of the weapon to rank!"

Jiang Zheliu: "...So, what do you think is a good ranking?"

Wen Renye stopped talking.

He had a guilty conscience, but he was inexplicably aggrieved, and he always felt that it was not his fault, but even if he found out that the book was just a misunderstanding, he was already struck by Jiang Ziliu's dislike, and he held him and didn't let go.

The tail of the devil's bones slid into the inner thigh.

Jiang Zheliu was so uncomfortable that he stretched out his hand to hold the opponent's magic horn, and tapped lightly: "Tail, take it out."

The little devil is disobedient. The frequency of his disobedience has been getting higher and higher recently, and he seems to be very determined.

Jiang Zheliu calmly threatened: "Tangle me with my tail again, and I will run away with the cub."

Wen Renye: "...?"

This plot sounds a little familiar, I wonder if the other party has told me?

Although Jiang Zheliu has read a lot of books, his taste in the popular story book is still the same forever.

"When the time comes, the young master of the devil world will be taught badly by me." Jiang Zheliu said seriously, "I will hate you."

Wen Renye couldn't help but said, "He hated me in the first place."

Jiang Zheliu: "...what?"

How did he not know about this?

Intimidation was useless, Jiang Zheliu had to change his routine and sighed: "You have worn my skin."

The sneaky little tail suddenly froze.

"It hurts." Jiang Zheliu exaggerated, "It hurts just now."

The tail of the bones came out guiltily. The little devil didn't make a sound, and rubbed him flatteringly, kissing the roots of his ears.

"It can't be like this anymore." Jiang Zheliu said solemnly, "Can you be as reluctant to climb the bed as before?"

Wen Renye shook his head tamely, very tempted and then refused. He thought for a while, then leaned over to kiss him again, and whispered, "Can you stay with me all the time?"

Jiang Zheliu: "..."

He regretted not choosing his words carefully when he said this before.

He stared at the little devil's beautiful and persistent purple eyes, and had no choice but to lose.

"...Okay, let's do it."

Wen Renye was appeased, and he wanted to come over and ask for a sweet kiss, but he was avoided by the other party. Jiang Zheliu got out of his arms, sorted out the leader's mouth without changing his face, and suggested, "Since everyone has come, let's go and see how the boundary membrane is doing."

This is where the cultivation world is closest to the boundary membrane.

Jiang Zheliu has a wonderful intuition. He always feels that the demonization of the Miaoyun Mountain demon clan and the shattering of the boundary membrane may be the same person behind the scenes.

...but what is the purpose of this person?

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At the highest point of Miaoyun Mountain, there is still unmelted ice and snow.

Snow covered the top of the mountain, and from the edge of the untrodden snow, a few small flowers bloomed to keep out the cold.

Jiang Zheliu set foot here again and felt that the place was the same.

The little devil doesn't like it here, he feels that the temperature here is too low. Just now, he took out an outer shawl from the storage device that he carried with him and covered Jiang Zheliu tightly.

It seems that most of his storage tools are Jiang Ziliu's clothes, which is convenient for him to build a nest at any time.

The boundary membrane is invisible, but it can be viewed through the direction of the aura.

Jiang Zheliu observed for a while, looked for a moment in the direction of the flow of spiritual energy, and found the repairing place of the boundary membrane in the sky.

It was covered with his breath, with traces of the ice and snow body.

At first glance there is no problem.

Jiang Zheliu raised his hand and tentatively touched the invisible boundary membrane. He felt the familiar spiritual energy wrapped around his fingertips, as if perseveringly wanted to return to his body.

But instead of accepting it, he refused.

The spiritual energy left by the ice and snow body covers the boundary membrane. If it has thoughts and can talk, it should be able to express a pitiful desire to leave.

Because of the cracks in the boundary membrane, the speed of consuming spiritual energy is too fast.

With Jiang Zheliu's eyesight, he can easily judge the situation at the moment... The repairs he left may not last long, and it is probably similar to the process of the little devil being affected by the Taoist species, and they are all anxiety-provoking. type.

Don't give him time at all.

Wen Renye couldn't understand it, but it didn't prevent him from getting directions from observing the other party's expressions.

It does not appear that the situation is very optimistic.

"It shouldn't be like this." Jiang Zheliu said, "Someone has done other treatments to the repaired place, and that person is not weak. Otherwise, with my cultivation at the time, the crack can be completely repaired, and there will be no such thing as this. situation.”

"...That person, know how to observe the boundary membrane crack?"

"Yeah." Jiang Zheliu pondered for a moment, "You can eliminate many people. You should be young enough to know this method... This is not knowledge that young people can easily acquire."

But he couldn't think of a suitable candidate for the time being.

Just as he was staring at the flow of spiritual energy, a repulsive and disgusting piano sounded from Miaoyun Mountain.

Jiang Zheliu was buzzing in his head, looking for the place where the sound of the piano came, only to see a stone.

To be precise, it was an unremarkable and insignificant piece of empty stone hidden in the snow. Inside, there was a recording of the sound of a piano playing on a regular basis, maintained by the aura of Miaoyun Mountain.

I don't know who played it, it's really jarring.

Jiang Zheliu endured the nausea, picked up the stone, and almost vomited it out.

It's too ugly.

Not only is it ugly, but it also contains the power of Yin Xiu's exercises, but it's not a decent exercise, and it's full of evil spirits.

But this thing obviously has nothing to do with the demon world, because the overall music level of the demon clan is limited to children's songs, basically lack of five tones, often out of tune, and there is no kind of inheritance and education system for music repair, trying to cultivate one is difficult.

Jiang Zheliu only listened carefully, and then he felt that his mind was in a mess, as if his mind had been affected, and he began to have a headache.

The violin stopped abruptly.

He looked up and saw that the little devil smashed the stone with ferocity, and said, "This thing can't be heard at all."

"...It's easy to get angry." Jiang Zheliu leaned on his shoulder, and agreed with an unsteady breath, "Will the cubs of the Demon Clan suffer from morning sickness?"

The little devil was stunned for a moment, then answered dryly, "No way..."

"But I really want to vomit... uh, cough..."

He didn't spit out anything, just coughed for a long time, his eyelashes wet with physiological tears.

The coughing sounded violently for a while, accompanied by the feeling of nausea but unable to vomit. Jiang Zheliu was terribly uncomfortable, his eyelashes were wet, and his lips were bitten by himself.

Blood oozes from the lower lip. Jiang Zheliu licked it, and still wanted to throw up after being stimulated by the sweet and **** smell.

He was running out of strength, lying in the arms of the little devil, and being held firmly by him, the corners of his eyes were red, his head was dizzy, and his ears were filled with the noise just now.

Wen Renye hurriedly filtered the demonic energy, filtered the demonic energy into spiritual power, and then penetrated into his body, giving him the breath in his chest, and kept stabilizing the other party's spirit.

Jiang Zheliu slowly came over.

The world in front of him gradually became clear, the noise in his ears subsided, and the situation gradually improved.

But Wen Renye still felt that he had no strength, so he picked up the person involuntarily, turned his head down the mountain, and condemned as he walked: "How can it be so ugly!"

In the hearts of the demons, being able to play musical instruments is actually very high-end and compelling. After all, they don't, all they do is fights, and all kinds of extended aspects of fights.

Jiang Zheliu didn't have the energy to tell him that he could leave. Instead, he got used to the other person's embrace, nestled in his arms lazily, and said weakly, "It's just that the piano sounds unpleasant, why are you alright?"

...Soul questioning.

Wen Renye swallowed and said with a guilty conscience: "It may be because I have a high cultivation base, a strong body and a good physique."

He lowered his head and glanced at Xiao Liushu's slightly broken lips, and the corners of his red eyes, he couldn't help swallowing again, and added as if there were no silver 300 taels here: "Morning sickness is rare... Demons. Don't... just get angry with me because of this..."

This is the son's account, how can he be rejected by his lover because of this ball!