My Darling Sick Beauty - Chapter 72

Jiang Zheliu was silent for a moment, and said, “I can’t just insist on it because of He Zuxi, so I don’t count this one.”

He Da followed the old ghost’s words and continued: “But the old monster has no reason to do this. He is an extremely decent person. If you go back a few thousand years of history, you can still see his name… But for the present For people, it is indeed a bit out of time.”

“His motive for stealing back then was very difficult to understand.” She said, “What he took away was the Dao seed of the Dao of the End.”

The avenue of the end is indeed very in line with the concept of ghost cultivators, and it is very normal for what He Suxi had in the past.

“The avenue of the end…” Jiang Zheliu repeated and wrote down these words, “Since he is a very decent senior, it may not necessarily be him. Who it is, we still need to continue to research.”

After the conversation between the two was over, Jiang Zheliu agreed to He Susu’s request, but he just promised to make it to Wen Renye, and whether the little devil can truly comply depends on him.

However, He Suxi seemed to have more confidence than himself. After all, the old ghost had seen Wen Renye go mad, and the horror was indescribable. In his heart, only Jiang Zheliu has the ability to stop him.

When the two walked out of the room, Wen Renye almost stared at the tea in front of him and smoked. The leopard cat followed him, its eyes narrowed into a line, then put its head in, and rolled its tongue to lick it.

When Jiang Zheliu stopped in front of him, the little devil’s purple eyes raised together with the cat’s eyes, and looked at him intently.

Jiang Zheliu always felt that some of his behaviors were very similar to small animals, but he didn’t expect it to be so similar. Wen Renye’s purple eyes were slightly brighter, and when he saw him, it was even brighter, as if the whole picture was re-colored because of his appearance, and the world suddenly became novel and interesting.

“Go back?” Wen Renye asked, he consciously found a way, there is no need to stay in the underworld.

Jiang Zheliu nodded slowly, and said, “On the way back, go to Lanruo Temple to visit Zen Master Mingjing again.”

Just as his words fell, the fox **** the side twitched her ears and almost jumped up because of the noise. Then she calmly stretched her face over and blinked: “Where are you going?”

Jiang Zheliu knew a lot of things after he fell asleep, and also heard from the rumors about He Suxiang’s subtle kindness to Mingjing, which made people have to think about the association, thinking that there is some connection between them.

It’s just that the complex relationship is difficult to speculate, and we can only observe the clues by side-by-side.

“Go to Lanruo Temple.” Jiang Zheliu repeated, “I have something to ask the Zen master.”

He Da whispered, “Can you take me with you?”

Jiang Zheliu stared at her for a while, and said slowly, “It’s not impossible, but Wen Renye doesn’t like it.”

He Da turned her gaze uneasily and met the eyes of Lord Mozun. She immediately retreated several times in her heart, and withdrew her head: “…Then, let’s stay alone…”

For some reason, Jiang Ziliu felt that this sentence did not seem to be said to him.

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Regarding other people’s private affairs, Jiang Zheliu actually didn’t intend to spy too much. He just made a rough judgment on the interests and interests, and didn’t go further.

When they left the Netherworld, the water of the River Styx, which gradually returned to its normal direction, flowed slowly, almost as if it were still. The ups and downs of the soul floated on the river, swimming unconsciously into the distance.

Jiang Zheliu stretched out his hand, and the Tao body in his body ran for a week as scheduled, and then slowly wandered through the meridians and gathered between the palms of his hands. The restrained sword body turned into an ice sheath that completely wrapped the sword body.

The ice sheath was as cold as water, and it gradually dissipated as soon as it touched his finger, revealing the blade of Ling Xiaojian unreservedly in front of him.

“How does it feel?”

A low and familiar voice suddenly came from his ears, and a faint breath of pine and cypress spread over and surrounded his body.

The little devil leaned to his cheek and followed him.

The wheel is rolling, and it is a rare misty day at the junction of entering the human world.

The fog drifted away.

Jiang Zheliu felt his saber again, and the feeling of thoroughness penetrated into his mind. He then loosened his fingers slightly, and the engraving on the Lingxiao sword flashed a flash of light, reflecting a familiar aura.

“It’s acceptable.” Jiang Zheliu said with consideration, “About 40%.”

“If it can recover to 40%, at least it has passed the Golden Core Realm and is close to Nascent Soul.”

This is just a relatively common saying, Jiang Zheliu’s realm is as before, there is no bottleneck diaphragm, just like a bottle of water that is constantly filled, as long as the practice is restored.

As long as the physical condition is stable, it is a flat road driving.

“It’s worthy of a tie with Yuan Ying.” Jiang Zheliu’s fingertips brushed the blade, and the sword blade that fed back spiritual energy kissed his fingertips, cold and silent, but extremely pious.

“You can only practice the mind and Taoism first.” He said, “All kinds of other techniques are complicated in number and involve a wide range. I need time to recall.”

“It’s already very powerful.” Wen Renye sighed sincerely, “This speed is very good and very fast, don’t force yourself.”

As he spoke, he got closer and closer, whispering into the other person’s ear: “I can always train my physical strength.”

Jiang Zheliu’s eyes paused, and he glanced at the other party. He didn’t find any shy heartbeat in the eyes of the little devil. He didn’t know for a while whether he was not too pure, or he thought too much.

“The cultivation of the ice and snow body is pure, not strength. Even if I recover to the peak, my body is only half-step Jinxian level. It is not a sanctification of the flesh, nor is it a method of refining the body. Cut it.” Jiang Zheliu calmly explained, “What’s the use of being particularly strong, for laying eggs?”

Wen Renye’s words choked, and he was stuck for a moment. He frowned, stared at each other suspiciously and unhappily, and said, “…You have already started thinking about him?”

Jiang Zheliu: “…Huh?”

“I want you to feel better. I look at peace of mind and don’t have to worry about which **** will come to pull my tree again.” The little devil was slightly annoyed, but carefully explained to him what he was unhappy about, “I didn’t let you Raw egg, don’t always think about this egg, small things are usually very unique and not good-looking.”

Jiang Zheliu was silent for a moment, and his attention shifted slightly: “It doesn’t look good?”

Wen Renye nodded: “In the beginning, the prototype will be used to grow, which is probably very different from the aesthetics of the human race.”

“What about the aesthetics of the Demon Race?”

“…” The other party was rarely silent, and it seemed that he racked his brains to think about the wording for a long time before he said: “The demons should…have no aesthetics.”

He added: “Our archetypes for each other only have a sense of threat and hostility, and we cannot distinguish between beauty and ugliness. This is a natural aggression in our instincts.”

Jiang Zheliu pondered: “Then you…”

“But we can recognize the beauty of the human race!” Wen Renye thought of this, and quickly said, “It’s just that before recognizing beauty, we must first recognize the strength of the other party before we can appreciate it. Otherwise, the fragile vase waste is just It’s just a drag.”

When the other party said this, he seemed to have noticed something. After a pause, he frowned and complained: “You are still thinking about him? Are you still worried that he will not look good?”

“Isn’t that what you said?” Jiang Zheliu raised his eyebrows, “I think of the advantages of physical strength growth, the greatest benefit may be this…”

Before he could stop talking, the little devil pressed his shoulders until he pressed it against the side wall of the carriage. He leaned down, his eyes were facing his eyes, the purple inside changed, and sparks were sparkling.

“What do you think,” he asked, a little hesitantly, “how am I?”

What else can I do, aren’t they all going to live on forever?

Jiang Zheliu didn’t say these words, but looked at him seriously, the breath of the two of them blended in and the entanglement spread.

“What did you say?” Lord Xianzun glanced at him and stopped on his face, “Face?”

His hand was cold and slightly cold, and slipped down Wen Renye’s chest, inch by inch, little by little, the touch moved down clearly and stopped above the abdominal muscles.

“Body.” Jiang Zheliu paused for a moment, “It’s still…”

Wen Renye didn’t know if he had made any progress in that area. It was like being checked by a teacher for his homework. He was flustered and excited, and his eyes closely followed the soft lips that opened and closed.

Should you praise me? Are you complimenting me?

The little devil’s teeth were itchy, and he rubbed it up and down a few times.

He restrained his desire to bite the opponent’s neck, and temporarily acted as a big obedient dog, hiding the sharp teeth that could tear and bleed, along with the sharp claws.

“……character?”

Jiang Zheliu’s tone was calm and authentic.

He seemed to have no idea what the other party was expecting.

Wen Renye was stunned for a moment, his eyes dimmed at a speed visible to the naked eye, but he didn’t say it, but leaned over and hugged the other person, pressing on Jiang Ziliu’s shoulder and said in a muffled voice, “Am I bad? “

He is indeed not sure about the aesthetics of the human race, but he knows that Jiang Zheliu is very good-looking, and everyone seems to like it.

“Okay.” Jiang Zheliu said truthfully, thinking, “You should be the most sincere person I have ever met.”

Although the little devil is easy to get jealous, he is also very easy to coax. As long as he gets this sentence, his sullenness disappears, and he only cares a little about that matter. He chases after him and asks: “What about the other? It didn’t get better.”

He thought he had hinted it clearly enough, but his Taoist companion just curved the corner of his lower lip covertly, and then fell into a heart-wrenching thought.

Jiang Zheliu couldn’t help but want to laugh, knowingly asked, “Which aspect are you talking about?”

The little wolfdog couldn’t hide it any longer. He stopped acting. He held his waist angrily, pressed the other side against the side wall and hugged him tightly. He lowered his head and bit his lips.

Jiang Zheliu was bitten by his fangs and it hurt a little. He pushed the opponent, but instead of pushing away, he was folded by his hands. He didn’t resist too much, but stuck out the tip of his tongue and licked the other’s fierce teeth.

Lord Mozun was stunned by the soft tongue.

Between a breath and a breath, there is no momentum at all.

Jiang Zheliu rescued the lip from the other’s pointed teeth, avoiding the risk of being bitten, and then reached into the other’s mouth as if to comfort him, and kissed the other person gently and calmly.

The little devil was completely restrained, as if his hair was smoothed out, and narrowed his eyes lazily.

Just when Jiang Zheliu thought that the alarm was lifted, the comfort was successful, and he could sit back, he was suddenly pulled back when he had a slight intention to retreat.

He was pressed down by Wen Renye, kissed the tip of his nose sticky, and then moved down reluctantly, biting red marks on his white neck.

The little devil had been coveted for a long time, and the blood-stained magic horn kept rubbing against him, as if begging for love.

Jiang Zheliu was so kissed that he couldn’t say anything to refuse, so he reached out and touched his horn, and said in a low voice, “What’s the matter, do you want to try this kind of growth with me?”

Wen Renye stopped for a while, and said dissatisfiedly, “You really know what I’m talking about.”

But it’s really fun to tease him, and he’s cute too.

But he soon stopped finding the other party interesting. Wen Renye leaned against his ear, bit his earlobe, which was easily reddened, and said softly, “I have studied the secret manual of dual cultivation. Would you like to… try it?”

“…Is there a chance to refuse?”

Jiang Zheliu trembled a little from being teased, and his ears were itchy too much.

“Of course not.”

Wen Renye rubbed his red and slightly hot earlobes, lowered his head and kissed his eyelashes, leaned over and pressed them down.

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Starry sky.

This is the first starry night that the cat accompanied Chang Gan to watch, but today is the most beautiful.

Chang Gan leaned on the side, lowered his eyes a little tiredly, and seemed a little sleepy. But he couldn’t fall asleep as he wished, but was stimulated by the changing demonic energy around him, and he regained consciousness for the time being. He turned his eyes and looked at the leopard cat beside him, but he didn’t see a fluffy figure.

It’s a cat-eared boy who has returned to human form.

Naked, with a thick and soft tail, and ignorant eyes.

But when he saw Chang Gan again, Xiao Luo’s eyes seemed to reflect something, and he spat out a few words with difficulty.

“……don’t want.”

Chang Gan pressed his sword vigilantly: “I didn’t force you to slander my innocence.”

“no, do not want……”

Chang dry more nervous.

In the Demon Race, the Great Demons pay too much attention to reputation and loyalty, which makes Chang Gan follow a bit of training.

The values ​​of the demon world can be briefly summarized as – robbing and robbing, eventually getting married, they will praise you for taking the initiative to attack and doing well, but always abandoning, half-hearted, ruthless, unscrupulous and shameless. If you don’t like each other, you have to try it out, and you may soon become famous and no one wants it.

Even a powerful demon general will cherish his reputation.

“Don’t… the cage!” Xiao Luo finally stammered out a sentence.

Chang Gan slowly let out a sigh of relief, put his heart in his stomach, then undid his cloak with a cold expression and threw it to the beast.

“Wear it,” he ordered. “If you don’t wear it, change it back.”