MTL - My Darling Sick Beauty-Chapter 92 Tour the world

Snow in the world, small pavilion on ice lake.

Jiang Zheliu was crawled into his arms by Gou Zu's sleeves. He hugged the little cub with one hand, and received regretful eyes from many people.

Since 50 years ago, due to the long line of national power, the atmosphere of the human world has changed greatly. Coincidentally, the most popular standard of appearance among them is Jiang Xianzun.

To put it simply, the more handsome you are and the colder you are, the more the girls will be rambunctious, and the more ruthless you are, the more infatuated the girls will be.

The atmosphere is like this, like crazy men and resentment of women, and sad stories are still common, and girls naturally want to have a young love that is obsessed and mournful.

Jiang Zheliu accompanied the Taoist companions to travel in the world for decades, and changed their identities several times, but this situation not only did not subside, but intensified.

The cub instead became the little devil's biggest weapon. Every time Xiaohan climbed onto Jiang Ziliu to ask for a kiss, he would force back most of the Huaichun girls who were killed by the deer.

The remaining small part began to study how to be a stepmother and stepmother, and it was quite immortal.

Jiang Zheliu squeezed the soft fleece cloak on his shoulders and rubbed his fingers slightly.

Living in the human world and following the customs of the countryside can have the effect of sharpening the mind of Taoism. Therefore, under normal circumstances, he would not use Dao Fa.

His hand was embraced by the cub's fleshy claws, and the dog pouted and said, "Dad, your hands are so cold."

The physique of the cub is similar to that of the little devil. Although he has the aura of a heavenly spirit body, his resistance is very strong. Even if he does not use the solid cultivation that takes three to five hundred years to build his foundation, he can ignore part of the cold.

Jiang Zheliu let him hold his hand and asked, "Where's your father?"

Gou Zuo Nian muttered: "I'm still sulking."

Jiang Zheliu thought his lover was cute, and said with a smile, "For that marriage?"

The cub nodded vigorously.

This matter is a long story. To put it simply, it was because Jiang Zheliu was drinking tea a certain time and was caught by the princess of the dynasty who was returning to Beijing. Regardless of the child he was holding in his arms, he insisted on recruiting him as a concubine.

Jiang Zheliu really didn't want to disrupt the peace of the world, so he used a relatively peaceful way to speak to the princess. Fortunately, the other party was reasonable and did not force it, so the emperor took his life back.

But Wen Renye was so angry with him that he was almost mad at himself. The little devil murmured about this for more than half a month, and finally saw that the Taoist companion had made friends with the shovel who was digging the walls. The sense of crisis was very strong. On the same day, he tossed Jiang Ziliu and couldn't get out of bed, forcing him to say it. Several unspeakable words.

Anyway, it was a fight again.

However, Xiaohan is not surprised that his father and father quarreled. They often disagreed, but it did not affect their relationship at all.

Princess Zhaojing on the opposite side felt embarrassed and said, "It's my fault for this matter. I didn't know that the young master had a brother, and I thought that holding a child in his arms, he must love women."

The ice lake was slightly cold, and the snowflakes were scattered. A pot of boiling wine was boiled in the pavilion.

Princess Zhaojing is open and generous, and the masculine style of the dynasty is also very popular.

The princess has a valuable status, surrounded by royal guards, and accompanied by the teachers of the current dynasty, not the two of them meeting alone.

Jiang Zheliu couldn't explain this. He pinched Gouzu's face and said expressionlessly: "This matter is very complicated, and it is absurd in the next moment."

Princess Zhaojing nodded in understanding.

The two of them understood that the donkey's lips were not the same as the horse's mouth. Princess Zhaojing naturally made up the absurdity of a moment and made up her mind into the absurdity of a young girl and the man in front of her, and asked with admiration: "That must be A very beautiful woman, right?"

good guy. Cross-channel conversation.

Jiang Zheliu was silent for a moment, looked down at himself, and thought, "It's still Zhou Zheng."

The princess was even more curious: "Since this is the case, it must be an advantage."

Jiang Zheliu pondered: "Is older, mature and stable, can it be called a strength?"

Princess Zhaojing: "Uh...this..."

The picture in her mind became more and more deviated from the track, and she did not give up: "It must be qin, chess, calligraphy and painting, poetry and singing, proficient in everything, or well-educated and talented."

Jiang Zheliu thought for a while, and finally nodded, "That's right."

Princess Zhaojing breathed a sigh of relief, thinking that this Young Master Jiang likes people who are beautiful inside. Just as she was about to praise a few words, she saw that the other party brought up several books of different types with that cold and handsome face. Love story book.

All are new folks.

Jiang Zheliu tapped on the book with a cold sense of humor, pointed to the script, and introduced lightly, "...Learn from a hundred schools of thought."

Princess Zhaojing: "..."

She felt a little sympathetic to those young girls who secretly adored each other.

Jiang Langjun seems to like yellow.

Just when the princess was silent, the national teacher of the dynasty on the side immediately smoothed the field and said: "Some country books are also interesting and profound, and the princess may also like it."

This national teacher has practiced half-heartedly, and he has not even built a foundation, but he can feel the vastness of the foundation-building cultivator in the child in front of him, and naturally he is very respectful to Jiang Zheliu. As a monk traveling.

Jiang Zheliu and Princess Zhaojing drank some spirits of the world, and chatted about the current situation and literature. When they were about to go back, they happened to see that the ice layer on the lake surface was cracked, and the clear cold water below was cracked.

A small boat crossed over from a distance, and the little devil in dark robes came with the momentum of the ultimate villain, murderous... to take the Taoist companion home.

He couldn't wait any longer.

Princess Zhaojing was still embarrassed by her previous actions, how dare she look at this "rival in love", so she hid her face to avoid it.

Wen Renye glanced at her, didn't speak, and stopped at the edge of the pavilion.

The domineering Demon Venerable is very powerful.

Jiang Zheliu knew that he was sullen, but the other party had been sulking about 80 times, but he knew how to deal with it, but he still remembered the hatred that the other party forced him to talk about that night, and he didn't want to coax him temporarily. he.

After Jiang Zheliu said goodbye to the princess, he boarded the boat, put down Xiaohan in his arms and led him, watching the boat head sway across the ripples.

Neither of them spoke.

Jiang Zheliu stared at the fish under the lake, and stretched out his hand to calculate how many years of destiny Jiangshan still had in this generation. The clearer the calculation, the more he couldn't help shaking his head.

He let go of his hand, the mountains and rivers in the world changed, and he should not be involved, but he suddenly heard the little devil's way.

"Who's counting?"

Jiang Ziliu looked up at him.

Wen Renye's anger disappeared, and he said with a sullen face: "She is young and beautiful, and she shows her love sincerely. She shouldn't die in a palace battle, a fire, you can't bear it?"

Jiang Zheliu knew that he had discovered secrets for Princess Zhaojing, and he knew the fate of the princess, and said lightly: "Yin and Yang are strange."

Wen Renye has become jealous over the years, and he has turned around and changed.

"Okay, you think I'm weird again." The little devil looked straight ahead and continued, "Anyway, I'm a scumbag husband, so I can't say anything right."

Jiang Zheliu: "...Who did you learn this from?"

Wen Ren Ye didn't squint or look back at him, and said sternly: "I'm not as good as her, you're tired of playing. Young Master Jiang is sought after by thousands of people, what am I?"

Jiang Zheliu's teeth hurt because of his soreness, his eyes paused, and he said, "Do you hear what you are saying is human?"

Wen Renye didn't answer.

The waves swayed, and the boat came to an end. Wen Renye got off the boat, subconsciously raised his hand to help the other party to his side, remembered that he was angry, stopped, and suddenly said: "Merry embryo."

Jiang Zheliu: "...?"

"Watery poplar."

"..."

Wen Renye spoke louder and louder, and gradually became more assertive: "It's always a mess!"

No Demon knows what drama is being staged in their Demon Venerable's mind all the time, and now he thinks that he might be called Wenren Xianglian.

Jiang Shimei was puzzled.

He glanced around and found that there were a few girls around him who were boldly watching, so he pulled the other party's hand and said, "Go home and talk."

Wen Renye didn't move, and said unhappily, "You think I'm annoying when we have a baby."

Small exclamations of gossip were heard around.

Jiang Zheliu choked for a while, and said calmly, "I don't think you are annoying if you don't have children."

Wen Renye was dumbfounded by the whole demon.

He watched Jiang Zheliu lead Wenrengouzuo and walked forward with a blank expression, as if he didn't want to pay attention to him. He suddenly felt that he had gone a bit too far, so he hurriedly chased after him, and waited until he passed a small alley before he took the opponent's hand and pressed Jiang Zheliu against the wall of the alley.

The light was dim, and the sun ominously fell on his eyelashes.

Wen Renye's heart beat wildly, he lowered his head, leaned close to Jiang Zheliu's neck, took a deep breath of the heavenly spirit body to calm down, and said in a low voice, "You really dislike me. What?"

Jiang Zheliu looked at him without speaking, and saw the little devil's expression gradually aggrieved.

"Are you coveting her youth?"

When the devil is middle-aged, he will inevitably have some strange thoughts.

Jiang Zheliu sometimes really wants to pry open the other person's head to see why the structure inside is so amazing.

He sighed and said, "If I had known that talking to young people about Fengyue is like you, I would definitely pack up and escape Zhongnan Mountain overnight."

Wen Renye was shocked, and felt that the other party had the idea of ​​​​repenting, and the alarm bell rang loudly.

His sharp teeth were sharp and often chafed at the lips. Jiang Zheliu's lips that he licked and bit were slightly red and swollen, and there was a little blood.

He raised his hand and hooked Wen Renye's neck, backed away a few inches, and said in a low voice, "It hurts me."

Wen Renye reluctantly let go of the soft lips, licked and licked on it, and said extremely aggrieved: "You can't see one and love the other."

Jiang Zhe Liu Xin said that he was such a scumbag, and nodded tolerantly. He looked up and saw tears welling up in his eyes.

Why is it so fragile after so many years.

He hugged each other comfortingly and coaxed, "Of course not, am I being so excessive?"

Wen Renye hugged him and nodded, accusing: "You clearly said the night before yesterday that you would only leave me alone..."

Just when the messy words almost blurted out, Gou Zuo, who was looking at the sky next to him, suddenly coughed.

Wen Renye suddenly woke up, and when the words came to his mouth, he immediately closed his mouth, and continued the second half of the sentence implicitly: "...Let me enter you alone."

Jiang Zheliu: "... Wen Ren Ye."

Lord Mozun, who accidentally bumped into the thunder point, was in a panic, so scared that his tongue was knotted: "...Huh?"

"Let go of me," Xiao Liushu is ruthless, "I'm going to see one and love one."

Wen Renye: "...don't let it go."

"I can't deal with you bastard."

"...don't qaq..."