My Darling Sick Beauty - Chapter 50

Jiang Zheliu slept for a long time.

He had a vague dream.

Dreaming of the past, dreaming of the time when I was just getting started. He practiced with a sword, and was diligent and persistent. In the eyes of the teacher, he was the best choice to inherit the mantle. I dreamed that he grew up all the way, took the Ling Xiaojian from his teacher, took the position of the head, and ascended to the high platform.

Everything is a memory.

It’s a memory of when he was still healthy and undamaged.

The memory goes on and on, quickly passing half a lifetime, heading for the starting point where he wants to repay everything—

Repair the boundary membrane.

He has weighed and considered, and finally chose this path. He thought that all his gratitude would be repaid and he would have no more regrets.

But he was at the end of the road and failed to seize the opportunity of the silent death. He was carefully carried into the nest by a big devil covered in thorns, planted his broken roots into the soil, patiently maintained, and accompanied him carefully , forcing him to take root, forcing him to come back to life.

come back to life…

The dream returned to darkness, and his broken mind seemed to be suddenly connected.

Jiang Zheliu opened his eyes.

The lantern still glowed dimly, and from this angle, I couldn’t see the window, and I couldn’t tell the time. There were only fireworks in the lights, and the remnants and star spots that had surrounded them had long since disappeared.

He had a terrible headache, but he endured it, and his eyes moved slightly without returning to his senses, and looked at the person beside the bed.

The little devil was lying beside the couch to accompany him, and seemed to have fallen asleep too.

He suddenly felt that the other party had changed a bit.

The pair of hard magic horns became more and more vivid, and the magic lines on the top were blood-like and extremely dazzling. When approached, there was a slightly piercing magical energy. Jiang Zheliu moved his fingers and found that even this action was a little difficult.

He was a little confused about the current situation. I don’t know if the other party dug him out of the ground, or if he found some secret method to bring the dead back to life. His memory is also a bit dated, and the picture in his mind is a bit unsustainable.

The little devil closed his eyes, a look Jiang Zheliu had never seen before, and was inexplicably a little pitiful.

He raised his finger and touched the opponent’s horn with some effort. Wen Renye woke up because of the touch and raised his head.

The two looked at each other, silent for a while.

Those purple eyes stared at him deeply, as if he suspected that he was dreaming, but he soon realized that this was not a dream, but a reality.

The little devil just looked at him intently, and didn’t speak for a long time. When he wanted to speak, his throat seemed to be blocked, and he couldn’t even pronounce a rough syllable. He could only reach out and slowly touch the other’s cheek. .

Jiang Zheliu let him touch it, and felt that his reaction was not particularly right. But his body didn’t seem to wake up completely, and he couldn’t speak, and in the blink of an eye, he was hugged by the other party.

Passionate, expectant, and even painfully out of control.

Wen Renye rarely hugs him. But at this time, he really felt the pain that his bones were about to fall apart, but compared to these, the other party’s emotions attracted his attention more.

Jiang Zheliu did not feel happiness from his embrace, but felt that the other party was in an endless torment. This long-lasting pain was accumulated for too long, and finally a hole was pierced at this moment.

His movable hand slowly soothed the other’s back, but he couldn’t stop Wen Renye from holding him tightly until he felt the wet tears soaking the front of his clothes, scalding hot to the skin.

… The little devil really does cry.

The guilt in Jiang Ziliu’s heart spread layer by layer. He wanted to speak but couldn’t make a sound, so he could only appease the other party in vain. Afterwards, his wrist was grasped and wrapped in the thick palm, the slender knuckles curled up and touched Wen Renye’s sleeve.

Before he could react, the hand stroking his cheek stopped at the edge of his chin, and the other’s lips pressed against him, without the slightest taste of lust, as if he just wanted to get close to him, to get close to him, to make sure he was awake .

Perhaps in the rest of Wen Renye’s life, there will be no recognition of the word “farewell”.

Jiang Zheliu couldn’t hide, and there was no need to hide, just let the other party touch him and kiss him. The little devil just kissed the lips and didn’t continue. He lowered his head and buried his lover’s shoulder, his voice was hoarse: “Aren’t you angry anymore?”

……angry?

Jiang Zheliu didn’t expect him to ask such a question. He had absolutely no reason for this sentence, nor did he understand where it came from. He could only look at the other party without pretending to understand, looking at the pair of faint purple eyes.

“Did you not want me before?”

This sentence is too aggrieved. Even if Jiang Zheliu never said such a thing, he questioned himself subtly. His throat slowly recovered, and he was gradually awakened by the condensed soul, and he was gradually able to speak.

“…what?…cough.”

Instead of asking this sentence, he coughed a sweet jade bead out of his throat.

“It’s okay.” The little devil didn’t mean to answer, but wiped the corner of his lips for him, bowed his head and kissed his eyebrows, “Just take care of me.”

Jiang Zheliu:  …

What had Wen Renye experienced during the period before he came back to life? Why was it a little silly in the first place, but now I look at it… more and more…

Jiang Zheliu didn’t ask, and was hugged tightly by the other side’s waist. His hand was held by the little devil, and every knuckle was kneaded with moderate force, and the joints slowly recovered and moved.

Jiang Zheliu stretched his arm and dispelled the remaining stiffness. He grabbed his arm and asked, “Have I slept for a long time?”

His sharp nerves allowed him to avoid the word “death” and successfully traverse the minefield.

Wen Renye looked into his eyes, as if he hadn’t seen him open for a long time, and slowly replied, “Yeah.”

“I don’t know if I did something wrong that made you ignore me.” The Demon Venerable who suppressed all realms stared at him, saying every word with sincerity and sincerity, “Can you stop being angry? I listen to you in everything, don’t leave me…I only have you.”

Although Jiang Zheliu couldn’t understand the situation, his intuition could only follow him and say, “No, don’t worry.”

Wen Renye still stared at him, without the slightest thought of looking away, until Jiang Zheliu’s throat itched and coughed a few times before he took the medicine bowl from the table and sat aside to feed him.

Jiang Zheliu realized that his physical condition was not very bad. He wanted to reach out to take the medicine bowl, but Wen Renye refused seriously. He frowned, as if the other party’s behavior hurt him very much.

“Let me feed you.” The little devil’s voice was deep, “Don’t be brave.”

… to be… strong?

It doesn’t look like he’s sick.

He looks like a cripple.

Even if Jiang Zheliu had an incomparably exquisite and clear brain, he was stunned by the reaction of the other party in a short period of time to doubt his life. He removed his hand blankly, retracted his sleeve under Wen Renye’s gaze, then watched the other party blow the medicine bowl, tested the temperature with his lips, and then handed it to his mouth.

Jiang Zheliu took a sip full of psychological construction with the feeling that even if he was suffering, he couldn’t make the little devil worry.

……This.

Is this brown sugar water?

He licked his lips and felt that everything in front of him was strange, including this palace that looked like a small pine building but was not, and Wen Renye’s unusual reaction, the bowl of sugar water in front of him.

He speculates slowly, and thinks it’s better not to ask first, so he is fed a whole bowl of sugar water by the other party.

So sweet, so salty.

He couldn’t bear such a heavy sweetness, and just as he was about to reach for the tea cup on the table, Wen Renye pressed him back.

His wrists were grabbed and tucked into the quilt, smoothing the edges.

The other party then brought over the tea with acceptable temperature and patiently fed him one bite at a time. He didn’t even touch the cup with his hand, so he honestly put it under the quilt.

It’s all too…too extreme. As if he were a foam that would shatter when touched, a puff of smoke that could be blown away by the wind.

In addition to the accident, Jiang Zheliu also felt a dull dullness in his heart and a pain. He took a deep breath, turned his head and asked, “Can’t I get out of here?”

“You’re not well.” Wen Renye said in a serious tone, “Wait until you’re well before getting out of bed, okay?”

Although he is a question, but in fact there is no discussion tone. Jiang Zheliu sighed silently, what else could be done, but only petting.

His body has not been fully awakened, and he is not particularly flexible. It is nothing to ask the other party to give medicine for the time being.

“A-Chu has gone to the demon world, I’ll send a message to ask him to come back to see you later.” Wen Renye said. “Changgan will be back at night.”

“Then what about now?” Jiang Zheliu wanted to ask what happened, so as not to be at a loss, and then saw Wen Renye brushing his hair, his eyes focused and calm: “You continue to sleep.”

Jiang Zheliu: “…?”

“You’ve talked to me a lot today.” Wen Renye said, “Don’t force it, let’s take a rest.”

Jiang Zheliu was silent for a moment, then said, “Not reluctantly…”

“I know you’re not angry anymore.” The little devil came over and kissed him, very careful, and seemed a little happy after the kiss, “But your health is important, I’ll watch you sleep.”

……This.

His divine soul was recalled and condensed from the lantern room, and most of it was repaired and nourished by the spiritual energy of heaven and earth. It is reasonable to say that his current state is stronger than before.

But Wen Renye was too serious, Jiang Zheliu couldn’t understand the situation, and he didn’t dare to say anything to refute directly. After thinking for a few breaths, he silently retracted into the quilt and returned to the place where he could only see the top of the bed. View of the pattern.

Even Jiang Zheliu had to consider such a question at this moment.

…will he cure his brain in the year of embers?

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Even if the year of embers can cure the brain, it has never cured such a case.

However, he and He Tan seldom entered and exited the inner hall of Jingshan Temple. The two of them avoided the place where Wen Renye often squatted, so they were not the first to learn that Jiang Ziliu woke up.

Chang Gan was the first to know about it.

When Jiang Ziliu saw him, the other party’s appearance had changed drastically. The youth’s body has long been stretched, and it is between the youth and the youth, with a thin body and a straight back, but the arms are covered with thin muscles, and the power of half-demon and half-demon can be known from the touch.

Appearance seems to have grown a lot, about seventeen or eighteen years old. Black hair with snake eyes, hair hanging into a high ponytail, wearing a demon robe and light armor, it looked very different from the child back then.

When Jiang Ziliu met Chang Gan’s vertical snake pupils, his first reaction was to ask, “How long have I slept?”

Chang Gan pulled a chair, sat on the edge of the bed, counted the days, and said, “Nearly eighty years.”

In the first ten years, the little uncle was only in deep hallucinations and blinded his eyes. In the following thirty years, his temperament became more and more manic, his mood was unstable, and his murderousness was vented. After 40 years of sweeping across all walks of life, and intermittently suppressing the rebels, the signs of going into the devil really germinated.

The war has settled, but Wen Renye’s situation is getting more and more serious.

Chang Gan still looks very young, but his body is full of demonic energy, and he looks like he has already formed a baby. At his age, he has become a Nascent Soul, and his cultivation and talent are very good.

Eighty years…

Jiang Zheliu closed his eyes and let out a deep breath, not knowing what to say. The dull pain in his heart developed and spread, as if a crack was opening.

Chang Gan sat by the bed and told him a lot of things over the years. He mentioned that Wang Wenyuan was locked in the water prison under the Jingshan Temple. Although he was not dead, his mental state was also very strange. The lock sound spell… The two brothers just met once, and no one knows what they exchanged.

Chang Gan also mentioned A Chu, that little deer was cultivated by the Qinglong Zhenjun, and his reputation in the demon world has grown, and he is the assistant of the Qinglong Zhenjun.

He talked a lot, until the last trace of twilight sank into the mountains, then he stopped talking, turned to look at Jiang Ziliu, and said hesitantly, “…Brother.”

“Um?”

“Grandpa Jian passed away,” he said. “My uncle sealed the slaughtering Taoist species with a demon body, and his mind was affected by it, and sometimes… he would not be like him.”

Jiang Zheliu hadn’t felt anything special about Wen Renye, but when he heard the news, he still clenched his fingers anxiously.

After he woke up, the news he heard made people feel distressed.

“The devil world is actually preparing for both hands.” Chang Gan lowered his head and said, “When necessary, maybe…”

He didn’t say anything, but Jiang Ziliu had already expected it. Wen Renye is a hidden danger that no one can beat and is mentally abnormal, even the demons must make full preparations.

It is impossible to fight, it should be preparing to seal.

“But you’re awake.” Chang Gan showed a relieved look, “As long as my brother is here, everything can make people feel relieved.”

Just when Jiang Ziliu wanted to answer him, the familiar footsteps entered the hall. Chang Gan immediately got up, gave Jiang Ziliu a farewell etiquette, and quietly exited the Jingshan Temple.

The chill of the pine and cypress mixed with the devilish energy spread.

Wen Renye took off his cloak, took off his robe, glanced at Chang Gan, who had left, and said nothing. Instead, he took the medicine cup from the servant in the hall and dried a bowl of medicine again.

Jiang Zheliu glanced at the water surface of the medicine bowl, and unsurprisingly, it was another bowl of brown sugar water that was cooked very well.

He couldn’t say it directly, he could only watch the sugar water handed to his lips, and when he raised his eyes, it was the focused purple eyes of the little devil.

… life is so hard.

He was only one day back from the dead, and he was going to endure this kind of suffering. Jiang Zheliu sighed, took a sip from his spoon meekly, then raised his hand and grabbed the other’s collar.

His body is better than before, and the meridians in his body are connected together anyway. At this time, holding Wen Renye’s collar was not too strong, but it was enough.

No matter how dare the little devil step back, he can only drag him over until he suddenly touches the other party’s cool lips.

Cold and soft.

It’s an aggressive kiss with an aggressive touch.

Wen Ren Ye tasted the sweetness in his mouth.

His purple eyes were deep and deep, as if he was possessed, and it seemed that some of his mind could not keep up with his emotions. He couldn’t worry about anything else, he just pressed it over, hugged Jiang Zheliu tightly, then pressed against the pair of cold lips and kissed deeply, exploring and plundering in his mouth, magnifying the subtle offensive meaning into a male versus active struggle for power.

He sucked the other’s soft tongue, and his thin and colorless lips were red and swollen, and a hidden fragrance was drawn.

The celestial body also woke up.

Jiang Zheliu just grabbed his collar and kissed him, but the little devil couldn’t stop at all. His movements are getting more and more out of line, more and more excessive, it seems that he has strayed from the bounds of reason, and is running in a strange and out of control direction. His heart had been beating wildly, but it wasn’t the pounding it used to be, but a deeper, more hopeless feeling, like a dying person mired in a quagmire.

Until he bit the tip of Jiang Zheliu’s tongue.

The little devil’s canine teeth are too sharp.

Fishy sweet spread. Jiang Zheliu turned his face away, regretting the provocation just now, and exhaled slowly, his voice coming out of his throat, soft and hoarse.

“……pain.”

He opened his lips slightly, spat out a bit of the tip of his tongue, and showed him the wound.