Wen Renye stared at the tip of his tongue, which had been bitten a little, and saw the red bite marks on it. He stared silently for a moment, without saying a word, but lowered his head and kissed him again.

There is no room left.

The little devil's state is actually no better than before. He held the soft tongue that was bitten by the other party and picked on the slight tingling pain. He looked at Jiang Ziliu and frowned lightly, and heard the slight gasping sound during the kiss.

He regained a sense of authenticity from the vastness, and then relaxed his aggressive intentions and let go of the other party's lips.

The corners of Jiang Zheliu's lips were also bitten a little by him, and they turned red.

"Why are you..." Jiang Zheliu closed his eyes and opened them again, before he could even breathe, and looked at him helplessly, "Why are you so fierce."

"Sorry." Apologize first if you are indecisive, "You kissed me first."

Jiang Zheliu's words stopped, and he couldn't find any fault.

He glanced at the brown sugar water in the bowl and whispered, "Drink this for me, do you think I'm not sweet enough?"

Wen Renye then tasted the sweetness in his mouth. When Jiang Ziliu raised his head and kissed him, his mind was filled with this person in front of him, and he ignored it for a while. His eyes swept across the medicine bowl, and after a while he said, "Are they lying to me?"

Jiang Zheliu sighed, his tone was even, and he explained as gently as possible: "When I fell asleep before, there was no way to heal, and I was not sick..."

"You have."

Jiang Zheliu was choked by him.

He looked at Wen Renye and turned his head, his eyes staring straight at him, his eyes full of uncompromising paranoia.

"You're not well."

Jiang Zheliu was speechless for a while, not knowing whether to say he was sick or not sick at this time.

It's too hard to choose, I didn't expect that one day. He would fall into such hesitation.

"Does he think you can't be saved?" Wen Renye looked at him deeply, when he said this, he couldn't see any mental disorder, but the words were more terrifying, "Does he want to gave up on you?"

"No." Jiang Zheliu cut off his words and quickly changed the subject, "I added a lot of caramel in it because my situation improved."

He raised his hand, pulled the little devil's cheek, looked at the bottomless eyes, and said word by word: "It's not Xiaoyu who gave up on me, it's good for me, don't go into a dead end. ."

Wen Renye looked at him, and after a long silence, he nodded lightly.

Jiang Zheliu felt uneasy, his heart skipped a beat, and he subconsciously ordered, "Don't kill."

The dim light in the other party's eyes suddenly disappeared, and his eyes were withdrawn from the intersection. This time, he didn't say a word, and there was no response.

...how did it become like this.

Jiang Zheliu felt a pain in his heart, and reached out to hold the opponent's wrist. His palm was icy cold, sticking to the warm temperature between the other's body.

"I'm really getting better, and I can talk so much with you."

His consolation was in vain.

The other party is like a frightened bird. Every time he felt that it was okay, that he was going to get better, things would mercilessly lift the surface and give him a glimpse into the ugly scars of reality.

Those who leave don't feel what it's like to stay where they are and wait.

In the torment and torture, there is almost always a trace of wonderful happiness - Xiao Liushu is just asleep, and he still has a chance to wait.

He is like a bowstring full of strength, strong and powerful, invincible, but also about to break.

Wen Renye gradually opened his hand and held the opponent's fingers instead. There are many calluses sharpened by the knife between his fingers and palms, and there is a slight sense of friction, which crosses Jiang Zheliu's palm.

"I had a dream before," he said.

Jiang Zheliu looked at his expression, did not distinguish the feeling of danger, so he did not stop him from talking.

"I dreamed that I became a cat, without cultivation, wandering around." Wen Renye looked away and looked at the shimmering light from the window, "When I met you, I was dirty all over my body. Yes, you are still the Immortal Venerable Ling Xiao, and you took me in without hesitation."

"You gave me food, gave me shelter from the wind and rain, and cultivated in front of me. We were with each other day and night, and we never left. But then one day, you suddenly told me that you were leaving, and left without a sound. "

"I've been waiting at home for a long time, and I haven't waited for you to come back. I don't know why you left me, am I too useless?"

In fact, his narration voice could not hear very painful emotions, but Jiang Ziliu was still very sad. He let out a sigh of relief, wanting to tell him "it's not like this", and said to him "You are really good. ', but didn't say a word.

"I'll wait for you every day. I can eat less, I can't sleep in your bed, or I can't disturb your reading... I don't know what you hate, I can change it..."

"But you still didn't come back. You left me."

The little devil lowered his head and stared at Xiao Liushu's slender and soft fingers for a while.

"Zhe Liu." He stared at the other person's fingertips, "Is this dream very naive? I didn't expect that I would be at the mercy of the nightmare, really..."

Too boring.

He laughed at himself, leaned over to hug each other, and whispered: "How could you leave me, no, you said that you have been with me..."

Jiang Zheliu had no way to comfort him, so he could only hug him back and coax him slowly in his ear, but after saying a few words, he felt that the other party's state was getting more and more wrong.

The magic lines on the little devil's body slowly emerged.

Not only that, the bone wings on his body also gradually unfolded, the edge drilled from the back of his back, and then slowly opened, the bone spurs criss-crossed and woven into a net that covered the sky, and the edge was cut like mud.

Wen Renye was buried on the side of his neck, the hard magic horn was hot, and the blood lines were burning brightly. And the bone wings he unfolded shrouded and surrounded Jiang Ziliu. On the surface of those bone wings, cracks were constantly bursting, and blood beads dripped from the edges of the cracks, exuding a sweet smell of demonic energy.

Jiang Zheliu was slightly startled: "...Wen Renye?"

When he called the other party's full name, most of them were about to have a problem, such as this moment.

No matter how the blood energy on the other side could not be concealed, it was surrounded by a faint chill of pine and cypress. Bone wings overlapped into cages, and the sound of cracking continued.

Jiang Zheliu was very close to him, and he could feel a tingling sensation in his breath.

The side effects brought about by the killing of the Dao species were imposed on him, and the murderous intentions spawned lingeringly controlled his sanity and destroyed his self-control.

destroy his hallucinations.

It can also be said that it is not an illusion, for Wen Renye, it is real. Those breaths and heartbeats that others can't hear, those whispered whispers in his ears in the middle of the night, are all his necessities.

His little willow tree never withered. He can only maintain it if he believes in it.

At this time, it is probably not clear who is more terminally ill.

Jiang Zheliu didn't know anything about the situation in front of him. Even if he was as knowledgeable as he was, he didn't know how to solve the problem that the Dao seed entered the body, but the state of mind became more and more unbalanced.

This may be more serious than a blood debt. One is the shackles of calamity that will occur in the future, and this one is an unpredictable high-hanging sword.

"Little Demon King?" When Jiang Zheliu spoke, he realized that his voice trembled a little. He held the other person's shirt and remained calm. "Don't think about it, I will accompany you, I will really accompany you. I will never leave you, don't think about it, look at me..."

He felt warmth in his shoulders.

The viscous blood mixed with the stinging magic energy soaked through the clothes.

Jiang Zheliu's breath stagnated, and he pushed back against his shoulder, wanting to take a look at the other party. Wen Renye didn't move at all, as if he didn't want to meet his eyes.

After a short while, the cracked marks on the bone wings no longer expanded, and the seeping blood stopped. These are not the blood in the bones, but are transmitted from the body connected by the wings. There are blood transport paths in various places inside the demon body, and the power in it maintains a strong resistance.

The bone wings on the opponent's back slowly retracted.

After he was completely retracted into his body, Wen Renye raised his head and wiped the red blood on the corner of his lips.

Jiang Zheliu stared at his eyes, and saw that his right eye was still forced into flames for a while, and purple shattered flames flew to one side, but gradually returned to its original state.

In fact, the demon body is his original state, so he was forced out by the Taoist species. The prototypes of the demons are the most resistant, followed by the humanoid.

Wen Renye didn't speak, but looked at him for a while, then looked at him obediently for a long time, and then got up slightly and said, "...you rest first."

Jiang Zheliu didn't want him to leave at all, so he reached out and grabbed his sleeve and didn't let go.

The two were at a stalemate for a while, and the little devil's insistence on the word "rest" was extremely profound.

Jiang Zheliu was helpless and was defeated, so he could only say: "Then you sleep with me."

This sentence successfully selects the optimal solution. Wen Renye had no objection, hugged the icy-cold little willow tree, and looked at each other beside him.

In fact, he also really wanted to sleep with Jiang Ziliu, but because he himself knew that his current state seemed unsuitable to accompany him, his first reaction was to leave first.

Wen Renye wrapped his arms around his shoulder, as if thinking about something very important, and after a long while, he heard his voice.

"Your medicine." He paused, "Tomorrow I'll get the latest prescription."

Jiang Zheliu's heart tightened, fearing that his brain would not work when it should be useful, and would be blind when it shouldn't.

He thought about it and said, "Show it to me."

Wen Renye stared at him and said nothing.

"I understand pharmacology better than you." Jiang Zheliu's reason was flawless, "Don't worry, I love my body and I love you."

The little devil was startled, repeated his words, leaned over and asked in a low voice, "Love me?"

"Um."

Jiang Zheliu stretched out his hand and stroked his back like a cat, from the back of his neck to his back, gradually soothing the manic depression and anxiety. He rubbed the root of the magic horn and said softly, "I like you so much."

Wen Renye stared into his eyes, capturing a gentle aura from those dark and dull eyes. He relaxed for a while, and his mood gradually calmed down.

Jiang Zheliu leaned over and kissed him, and said in a low voice, "But you can't chase after me and bite."

That said, but sometimes, his mental state cannot be controlled by himself.

Wen Ren Ye was silent because he couldn't agree. The short loss of control before is an example. He just wanted to kiss back, but he bit the tip of his tongue with a little bit of ferocity, ripped the corner of his lips, and tasted the sweet blood of the other party.

The smell of the celestial spirit body is also very attractive, like a gull, digging into the brain. If it wasn't for the fact that this man was still very weak and very sick in his mind, what would have happened just now.

The little devil couldn't promise, he was a little unhappy, and looked at him with deep eyes.

Wen Renye said less than him now.

Jiang Zheliu sighed and had to relax his request: "Then take it easy, it still hurts now."

He didn't know how to cry in pain before, but he was spoiled by the person in front of him, and his personality changed a lot. Limiting self-will, it seems a little delicate in front of the little devil alone.

Wen Renye finally spoke, his eyes moved down, staring at the corners of his broken lips, and said in a low voice, "Open your mouth, I'll blow."

Jiang Zheliu wouldn't fall for this kind of trick, so he didn't go down, but leaned in his arms and didn't move, with a generous face: "Next time I'll argue with you, I'm sleepy."

When the other party heard the word "sleepy", he finally relaxed completely, as if he had returned to a familiar rhythm and environment, and stayed by his side peacefully.

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Some people stay safe all night, while others stay up all night.

The Year of Ember spent the night with the little mute last night, and when he changed his clothes the next day, he was still worrying about the recent brown sugar water. In fact, he actually prescribed a lot of different but ineffective prescriptions. Only recently has he caught up with this one, which is a challenge to his head, which is always not firm on the neck.

Although Wen Renye was fierce in the past, he was still reasonable, but now this person is not very reasonable. In the human world, it is not illegal to kill someone who is mentally ill, but in the demon world, in the case of a head-on challenge, it may not be illegal for a strong person to kill. of.

Ember Year was alone with Wang Moxuan, looking at the little mute, he lowered his head and leaned over to tidy his neckline, and said in a tone of injunction: "If I can't come back today, you must raise our children..."

Wang Moxuan moved his hand for a while, looked up at him, and said rarely, "How can there be a child?"

He's been mute for too long, and even after unlocking the sound-locking spell, he's not used to speaking, and he's taciturn and still looks like a mute.

"I mean little friend He Tan." Ember Year said deeply, "We have exchanged medical skills and corpse decomposition techniques for seventy or eighty years. He is already my actual inheritor, and he is my eldest son."

Born out of nothing, as expected of you.

Wang Moxuan was too lazy to pay attention to him, and after tidying up the folds on his neckline, he put his hand away, leaving His Excellency Medical Sage to face the stormy waves brought by the brown sugar water alone.

But Ember Year did not expect that instead of encountering the murderous Wen Renye, he had an afternoon tea with Jiang Zheliu, who was sitting on a rattan chair and reading the Little Yellow Book.

Jiang Zheliu has recovered well, and his body will soon recover freely, but although the meridians in the body are connected, they are still not so strong. After restoring the cultivation base, he will need to slowly warm up and gradually rebuild.

However, his current condition is indeed better than before. If it was said that he had dropped a broken vase and glued it together, then this time he put it in the kiln and re-fired it again. Maybe the pulp and tires are not so delicate and perfect. But it is no longer leaking.

Ember Nian touched the wrist of the resurrected person, and wandered around according to the pulse and meridians, confirming that what fit into the body was indeed the collection of the original remnant soul, tsk tsk admiring: "The rebirth artifact of the netherworld is really good You should have more stuff ready."

He paused, thought of something, and then said: "But you seem to be the first to succeed. It can be seen that the rebirth magic tool also needs opportunity and luck to be used."

In addition, other people who use this kind of magic tool have no relatives or lovers, and can look after Gu Tandeng for seventy or eighty years to provide conditions for rebirth.

Jiang Zheliu put down the book in his hand, nodded, and said, "When I get better, I will visit the puppet master and thank him for his decision at that time."

"You should really thank him." Ember Year said helplessly, "Otherwise, if you are really gone, I don't think this great world is enough. At that time, Wen Renye will either lose control and destroy everything, or he will trigger the murderous intention of the sky. Lightning strikes together."

Jiang Zheliu felt that he was wrong, how dare he make a sound.

He had never experienced such strong emotions, and he could not have expected such serious consequences. Before that, his expectation for the little devil was just to forget him as soon as possible, form a new love, and start over.

But when he woke up, he realized that his expectations were the most outrageous. The customs of the devil world are like this, the little devil is loyal by nature, and he is too persistent to let go, how can there be such a peaceful and trouble-free result?

Before meeting Wen Renye, he questioned whether he could have a strong love for him. He is indifferent to everything, even if he has been guarding for many years, even if he has given half his life, what he knows and feels is only responsibility and obligation, at most, it is a little expectation and love for the younger generation.

This situation is out of his control.

"You asked me for a confession, right?" Ember Nian was very skilled, and he put the prescriptions in front of him, "I will give you some medicine to warm your body later, and then you will recover. Then you can practice again according to the past mental method.”

Jiang Zheliu nodded slightly, thanked him, and then pondered: "That Wenrenye..."

"I can't cure this." Ember Nian had a headache when he heard this, and the senior didn't say a word, "The bell has to be tied to the bell, I think you have to figure out a way."