Not only Wen Renye, but also anyone else, when they think of having a relationship with Jiang Ziliu, their first reaction would be to use the word "tainted".
There was a slight chill on his body, and even when he clasped his fingers together, his palms felt cold. The joints are very slender, slender and beautiful, but the complexion is too pale, like frost under the moonlight.
Jiang Zheliu was actually a little hesitant.
He has indeed never tried the technique of divine friendship, but he understands that the meaning of this is unusual. Just as he pondered for a few breaths, he felt the claws holding his hand loosen and tighten, tighten and loosen, full of anticipation and apprehension.
… His Primordial Spirit is fragile now. If he really learns this Dao with the little devil, he will inevitably have to lead the other party, and all the things he passively endure... He is completely unfamiliar and inexperienced.
He took out his hand from Wen Renye's palm, took out the book, turned to the first page calmly, read it carefully from top to bottom, then handed it to the other person, thought for a moment, and said: " … If you try, you can try it. It’s just that these types of techniques rely on the compatibility of both parties. If the effect is not good, you don’t have to work too hard on it in the future.”
Wen Renye read the first page of the book, a pair of purple eyes turned over, stared at him intently, and automatically translated the other party's words into the oppressive words "you only have one chance". He took a deep breath and said firmly, "Then try it now."
"Now... um..."
Jiang Zheliu only said two words.
The demonic energy that the opponent had been restrained, suppressed, and refused to let him fully see, surrounded him in an instant, and slowly swirled and flowed around him. An extremely thick and rich Yuanshen aura wrapped around him, like a giant net, directly covering him.
Wen Renye has a very light scent of pine and cypress, even the spirit that has been poured into it. This scent is soft and light, and it gradually spreads and spreads.
Jiang Ziliu's words slammed into his throat, pressing the shattered reverberation back into his throat. He subconsciously felt that if he spoke again... he might make some unpleasant sounds.
And this is just the first step. Wen Renye released his primordial spirit and tightly attached his fragile and damaged spirit, as if hugging him.
The little devil sat beside him and held his hand, but the fragile and sensitive soul was not just like that. Jiang Ziliu had a rare feeling of losing control... He had no experience in this area. Almost never out of control.
The other party's breath is getting stronger and stronger, expanding and shrinking all the time, slowly surrounding him, letting Jiang Ziliu get used to this kind of breath, and even hand over control little by little.
It's like a clenched finger being snapped off the knuckles for another person to hold tightly.
Jiang Zheliu felt that even his own body had no strength.
He breathed slowly, trying to adjust himself, not to be so out of control, so passive, not so humiliating in front of young people.
But to no avail. Wen Renye wrapped his arms around his arms and gently brought him into his arms.
His movements were gentle, with no compulsion at all. But this person's primordial spirit is like an inescapable wall, oppressing him from all directions, above his mind, full of possessiveness and nostalgia... hugging him.
Compared to the physical hug, this naked soul-soul fit is even more irresistible.
Jiang Ziliu really lost control.
His soul has been attached to the other party, and he feels that in his mind, between the ruins of the spiritual platform, and all the places he can see when he opens his eyes, there is the breath of Wenrenye, as well as the constant temperature on his body, even his As the subtle characteristics of the demon race, all the details of his primordial spirit that are not revealed.
What is even more unavoidable is his strong and sincere love, the secret love and love he has hidden in his heart for a long time, his duplicity, and the tension and cherishing he faced with himself...
Jiang Zheliu could feel it all.
He felt that he was about to be slowly melted away by the other party's primordial spirit.
This was just the first step, and he couldn't bear it. Jiang Ziliu is very indifferent to everything, because almost everything is within his expectations, expectations, or within his acceptable range. But this... this out of control...
Jiang Zheliu closed his eyes and leaned on his shoulder, and slowly and patiently let out a long, warm breath, he whispered, "Wen Ren Ye..."
"Um?"
The little devil responded immediately, adjusted the posture of hugging him, and said in a low voice, "Are you uncomfortable?"
Jiang Zheliu is not someone who refuses to admit it for the sake of face. He slowly sighed and stabilized his voice: "...You are too close. I think I... hiss... "
This feeling of being suppressed and melted gradually subsided, and the other party's primordial spirit seemed to have retreated a certain distance according to his words, but Yu Wen was still circling around him indefinitely. The faint scent of pine and cypress then approached again, prying open the crack in his soul.
This is the reason why Wen Renye can only be the leader. With Jiang Ziliu's current state, let alone pry open his soul, even if he rubs against his soul, he can be dragged by the other party at once. melted.
Jiang Zheliu's soul is full of holes and his energy is very limited, so when he is opened by the other party, he doesn't have that kind of serious rejection, but he feels extremely unfamiliar, and every sensitive nerve ending seems to be there. It conveys a message of being invaded to him.
He grabbed Wen Renye's shirt, his phalanx turned white, his palms were wet, and there was a slight cold sweat.
This is just the content of the first page, there are only two steps, one is to fit each other, and the other is this simple initial integration.
Wen Renye's presence is too strong. No matter how careful he was, he still showed a serious deterrent aura. Although this aura had been very considerately restrained when he entered the opponent's soul, his aggressiveness as a demon still made Jiang Zhe Liu was a little uneasy.
Jiang Zheliu was held by him, and his soul seemed to be exhausted and exhausted. He was rendered helpless by the intrusive aura, and little by little he handed over the control to Wen Renye.
The process went incredibly smoothly.
Wen Renye stretched out his hand, walked around behind him, and fell into the long snow-colored hair of the person in his arms. The souls of the two fused together rubbed against each other and penetrated into each other. He could vaguely feel the breath of the other party, it was as cold as ice and snow, but it was soft, so soft that it was almost not aggressive. He thought he could feel Jiang Ziliu's feelings about the past so many years, but the more he penetrated, the more he discovered that he had no feelings at all.
When he encounters one thing, he solves one thing, and when he encounters a problem, he makes a choice, without even the slightest personal emotion.
Wen Renye could vaguely feel a heavy coolness and deep sleepiness only when the other party completely gave control.
Wen Renye seemed to understand his attitude somewhat, as if the current day was the best destination he could imagine.
The spirits are constantly interacting, constantly revolving and fitting, and then merging together, and the degree is getting deeper and deeper.
Jiang Zheliu loosened the hand that was holding the placket of his shirt slightly, and pushed him with insufficient strength, his voice was a little vain: "...Come out."
The voice was too soft. If he hadn't been paying attention to the other party's movements, Wen Renye would have hardly heard it. He hugged the other party in his arms again, and said, "I'll mend the crack for you."
The rift in the art of friendship is the kind that is not destructive, and most of them are opened voluntarily. On Jiang Zheliu's soul, there are almost cracks that are as dense as cobwebs, leaving him half-step Jinxian Yuanshen realm, but no corresponding ability.
That oppressive aura came close to his mind again. Jiang Zheliu felt that he couldn't bear it anymore, so he said, "...you come out first, I can't do it anymore."
The little devil was naturally obedient, and then he pulled out the primordial spirit that had fallen into the deepest strands, and converged back into his body.
The other party fell into his arms completely. Wen Renye reached out and wiped the cold sweat on Jiang Ziliu's forehead, and said in a low voice, "Are you uncomfortable?"
... It wasn't uncomfortable, but the feeling of being out of control mixed with that kind of... that kind of aggression, which made him too unfamiliar and uneasy.
Jiang Zheliu even felt his body softened. He rested on Wen Renye's shoulder for a long time, and then said, "...You are going too far."
Wen Renye: "... ah?"
"You're about to wear it." Jiang Zheliu reached out and rubbed his eyebrows, "My soul is already thin."
He spoke calmly and without a trace of impurities, but Wen Renye heard his blood boiling with strange colors. He listened to Jiang Zheliu's soft voice, and he didn't know which string was wrong, so he rolled nervously. With a snap of his Adam's apple, he said, "It's time for me to go in for a cup of tea."
Jiang Zheliu was stunned for a moment, then looked up at him: "So long?"
Divine Friendship is a difficult thing to try for the first time. Some people may not be able to pry their souls open for the first time, or they may not even be able to fit together, let alone melt into a cup of tea. .
It's not that it doesn't fit, this seems to be the reason why it fits too well, which makes Jiang Ziliu feel so uneasy.
"Has it been a long time?" Wen Renye raised his eyebrows, "If you hadn't let me out, I could have stayed inside."
"... uh, that's not necessary."
Soul-soul fellowship is a hassle, and if it continues, it will be too unhuman. It's just that Wen Renye wasn't a human at all, and his demonic energy lingered around him all the time, full of strong alien characteristics.
"If you don't feel disgusted, this seems to be useful." The little devil reached out and hooked a strand of his snow-white hair, while rubbing his hair, "Well, can I continue to spoil you in the future..."
This word is changed, which makes people question the cultural and educational level of the devil world.
Jiang Zheliu was already low on energy, and now he was too tired to speak. He was buried in Wen Renye's arms and listened to him with his eyes closed. The soul that had just been completely opened was still full of sensitivity and was sleepy to death, but he was still affected by the slightest movement and couldn't fall asleep immediately.
"Zhe Liu?" Wen Renye called to him in a low voice, "Are you tired?"
Of course he was very tired. He was washed by those strong emotions, and felt that his meager and indifferent emotions were smudged into the other party's color.
Wen Renye picked him up, walked through the beaded curtain, and carried him all the way to the soft couch. The big beauty in her arms also wrapped around his neck very cooperatively, leaning on his arms with all her heart.
Wen Renye put him down, and when he was just about to take off the curtain for him to let him rest, he found that the other party didn't let go, but grabbed his collar and carried it to the bed.
… This seems to be a side effect of the soul-soul intersection, and after the end, there will be dependence.
The little devil pulled his collar by the fingers of his sweetheart, feeling that everyone was stupid, and stared blankly at his slightly trembling eyelashes when he lowered his head, not knowing whether he was asleep or not.
Wen Renye, as an unequivocal Lord Demon Venerable, thinks that he is still very thief, but he has never been brave enough. He looked at the other party sleeping in the soft couch, his side face was very soft, and even the cold air disappeared, as if... as if he was waiting for him to kiss.
He watched for a long time beside him, not knowing what was going on in his mind, then he reached out and untied his robe and hung it beside the bed, laying beside Jiang Ziliu, and carefully reached out and hugged him in his arms.
The other party's waist is very thin, and when you touch it through a thin layer of snow-colored shirt, you can feel Jiang Ziliu's slightly lower body temperature, which can calm the restlessness in the demon clan's body, and it is very comfortable to hold.
Wen Renye slowly hugged him a little.
Jiang Zheliu was already asleep at the moment. He slept very peacefully and didn't change his posture until he woke up. He didn't even resist being hugged by the other party. It seems that he just finished the relationship. The breath on Wen Renye's body is too familiar and makes people feel dependent. He even hugged him back and lowered his head against Wen Renye's collarbone. The breath slowly spread out. swing away.
Wen Renye's heart was maddened, and his chest was thumping wildly. While telling himself to be calm in the small scene, he hugged the other person tightly, got closer and kissed his forehead gently.
Those purple eyes stared at each other intently, their minds filled with meaningless nonsense—
Really... I like it... I like it so much, I really want to hide it...
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Lingxiao faction.
Above the main hall of Lingxiao Sect, an old man with white hair and beard was standing beside Zhu Wuxin leaning on a cane.
This is Lin Qingxu, the chief elder of Lingxiao faction, and his deputy when Jiang Zheliu was in power. Although the Great Elder's cultivation base is not outstanding, but he has the experience of assisting Jiang Ziliu for hundreds of years, so he has the right to speak in many matters, but he is mediocre, incompetent, easily encouraged, and easily confused in important matters, so Jiang Ziliu has the right to speak. Never thought about him.
Zhu Wuxin's old injury has not yet healed, and the devilish energy slammed into his heart, causing him to still feel gloomy in his chest. But the physical injury was nothing compared to the scene of that day.
Recently, at the border between the cultivation world and all walks of life, there have been messages from sects saying that demons and beasts are roaming the borders, and even ghosts are running rampant in the underworld. Those sects are understaffed, so they turned to the head of the fairy door for help.
For this matter, Zhu Wuxin had already dealt with it, so he handed the token to Lin Qingxu, and said, "There is a great elder. Let's use the method we discussed before and ask the disciples to help."
Lin Qingxu took the token: "The old man should do his best, and the head should take care of his body."
He turned around and wanted to leave, then stopped, turned around and said, "There is one thing that this old man has to think about, so he still needs to tell the Sect Master."
Zhu Wuxin frowned: "Elder, please speak."
He actually didn't want to hear it. He was disturbed by these troubles these days, and when he thought about what happened on Mount Zhongnan, he felt like his blood was surging, as if there was something very important. Didn't seem to notice.
Lin Qingxu glanced at the tea on the table and said, "In recent days, the spies who stayed in the Wushuang Jiange came to report that Jin Yujie had been very close to the True Monarch Suzaku in the demon world recently, and seemed to be discussing something. I specially sent someone to Tianji Pavilion to ask Pavilion Master Wang, and he said…”
As soon as Zhu Wuxin heard the names of these two people, his nerves were already tense: "What?"
"He said that Lord Suzaku and Pavilion Master Jin Shao are for Jiang Xianzun."
These three words were like a minefield, which made Zhu Wuxin feel emotionally heavy immediately. Thinking of what Jiang Zheliu said that day, he felt that his blood was cold.
... Is it just because of my father's last wish that I take care of myself? Brother he...
In Zhu Wuxin's perception, Jiang Zheliu is the one who has been taking care of him and protecting him unconditionally, so he doesn't even mind if the other party doesn't talk to him. He feels that he and his senior should be the two people who are the most familiar and intimate, and should not be alienated because of anyone, even if he is...
I wish you no worries.
Confused for a while...
He suddenly felt as if he had pierced the epidermis of the thin membrane with a needle, exposing a hole as big as a pinhole, allowing him to glimpse his truer thoughts.
Zhu Wuxin lifted the teacup on the table, took a sip impatiently, closed his eyes and exhaled, and said, "For my senior brother? What can they do, one by one, they can't even speak when they meet my senior brother? Say, what can you do?"
"But if Immortal Venerable is willing to go with them..."
"impossible!"
Zhu Wuxin suddenly opened his eyes, looked up at Lin Qingxu, his eyes were like a wolf cub who was injured and abandoned, showing a ruthless cold light: "My senior brother can't agree, what he did Everything is for the sake of the world, only it is different for me, only I can let my senior brother come back..."
The more he spoke, the more he spoke, the more he spoke, the more his emotions fluctuated. Zhu Wuxin took a few steps left and right where he was, and his expression slowly sank.
"... Those who covet my brother should be damned."
Lin Qingxu glanced at the cup of tea that he had drank on the table, waved his whisk, and said kindly, "That's the person who is the closest to the sect master, so naturally the sect master should take it back in person."
This "closest person" seemed to have touched Zhu Wuxin's most secret nerve, and he stopped abruptly.
"...he must be mad at me."
Lin Qingxu didn't know, so when he heard the new head hold the corner of the table, his eyes froze and said: "Senior brother must be angry with me, it's my fault that I didn't treat him well. He should be, should be to me. The best person... It's because he's angry with me that he hangs out with a big devil."
The actions of Jin Yujie and Liezhen naturally mean that Jiang Ziliu does not have any thoughts of resetting. But in Zhu Wuxin's mind at the moment, he was wrapped in a strong sense of loss, and he almost no longer cared about the position of the head. He definitely won't be confused for a while... He won't let Senior Brother suffer such a serious injury.
Zhu Wuxin took a deep breath and realized what he had done with hindsight. He leaned against the case, his eyes slowly lowered.
"Elder. What I do is actually... It's too much, right?"
Lin Qingxu knew what he said, but this was a good thing for Lin Qingxu, because Jiang Zheliu's head was in the hands, and these elders were always crushed, almost forever. There is no future, but if it is in the hands of Zhu Wuxin, it will be much easier to obtain.
The first elder stroked his long beard and said in a kind voice: "You are the biological son of the former head, and Jiang Xianzun is so good with the head, and he will definitely forgive you."
Zhu Wuxin stood where he was, as if he was comforted by this sentence, and murmured, "He will definitely forgive me."
As he spoke, he stretched out his hand to pick up the cloak from the side, and tying the cloak as he walked out, without looking back, he said, "Elder, I want to leave."
His back figure quickly left his sight. Lin Qingxu stood there and watched for a while, reached out and poured the remaining water from the teacup on the table into the ground, then rubbed the token in his hand, and sighed to himself: "These children now are really... Jiang Immortal Venerable, it's a pity that you are so troublesome, but you still haven't taught him well."
——
The effect of Wutong Hanqing San comes on gradually, not overnight. The same is true for Cone Heart Poison Powder, which has always been deeply rooted and then slowly manifested.
While adding medicine to the medicine stove and lowering the temperature of the Dan fire, Ember Year looked at the medicinal recipe in his hand, and scolded the two ginseng dolls in front of him: "It was said that Qingyuye and Qibaolian cannot be cooked together! You two What happened, can't remember a single one?"
The female Taoist boy played with the whisk and whispered: "It's obviously the Guanzhu who wrote it wrong..."
"Hey, you!" Yu Jinnian was interrupted by her and said angrily, "What if I wrote it wrong, did I mention this before? It's alright, I gave Senior Jiang the wrong food, you still think Think about how to explain it to the big devil for a while."
The male Daotong said: "I asked A Chu just now, and she said that the senior was half asleep when he read the book, and he should have not woken up. Why don't we take advantage of this time... "
This is not surprising, Jiang Ziliu's physical condition is destined to require a lot of sleep time. Ember Nian glanced at him when he heard the words, and said, "While this is the time?"
"... escape?" the little boy tentatively asked.
As soon as he finished speaking, he was knocked on the head by Ember Nian, and he quickly covered his forehead.
Ember Nian said tiredly: "Escape or escape, forget it, let me tell Wen Renye, I can't count on you... According to your materials, it is estimated that Senior Jiang will be blind for a few days."
The female Taoist muttered: "He stays in Danxinguan, and he is very safe. It's all right."
"Go, go." Ember Nian blasted the two ginseng dolls away to invite the big devil, then took the pill furnace and put the pills in a porcelain bottle. After a while, Wen Renye opened the bamboo curtain. Sitting across from him.
In front of Senior Jiang, he is a good neighbor who is obedient and harmless. In front of others, he is always ruthless and expressionless, and his whole body is filled with a domineering demonic atmosphere of "kill you sooner or later".
Ember Nian looked at Wen Renye, and talked about everything one by one euphemistically, and then saw Wen Renye's dark purple eyes slightly raised, his eyes were cold, and his tone was also cold. Siyi: "Lost, Ming?"
"Roughly three or five days." Ember Nian saw that the situation was not right, and immediately added, "But these three or five days are empty fingers, maybe not that long, the medicines are all tonics, and this time, I have this side effect because of the nature of the medicine. , and his eyes cannot meet light. But after this time, his eyesight, which was damaged a few days ago, should also recover."
Wen Renye frowned a little when he heard the last half of the sentence. He glanced at Ember Year without saying a word, got up and was about to leave.
"Wait a minute." Ember Nian stopped him, pondered for a moment, and said, "I have a plan, which may omit many tedious steps and support Senior Jiang's body, but it needs... the help of the Lord."
Wen Renye paused, turned around and said, "You said."
"It is said that behind the second giant gate of Xuantong in the devil world, there is a naturally formed resurrection stone with strong vitality." Ember Nian said, "The resurrection stone is just a name, and it cannot bring the dead back to life, but it is full of powerful vitality. The vitality of it can make the barren demon world grow out of flowers and green leaves in a radius of ten miles."
There is indeed such a stone in the ten-mile flower room behind the second Xuantong giant gate.
"Senior's physique is special, you must know it." Ember Year looked up at him, "I have read a lot of medical books and strange objects, which are the most suitable for his physique. I estimated that if it can be worn, it should be right Senior's body is very helpful... It's just that the Demon Realm didn't seem to be taken out back then, right?"
Wen Renye recalled: "There was a different species of giant python around that thing. When my father led the army to open it up, he thought the stone was useless, so he left it there."
He paused for a moment and said, "I'll go see him, the doctor can rest assured, within five days, I will definitely get it back."
This seems to be the first time he has been so polite to this exquisite medical saint.
Ember Nian watched him leave and breathed a sigh of relief. He thought that when Jiang Ziliu woke up, he found it was pitch-dark. He thought it was a bit exciting, but he thought that the person was Jiang Ziliu... In his attitude , maybe as a small thing
Meanwhile, on the other side.
Ah Chu is still sorting clothes in the room, thinking about what to wear tomorrow's miracle Liu Liu, the horns on his head are almost healed, and he has been immersed in the joy of dressing the protagonist recently.
Just after A Chu sorted out all kinds of white clothes, he turned his head and saw Jiang Ziliu sitting on the edge of the bed. He didn't think much, ran over with his deer's hooves, and showed the other party the clothes in his hand: "Brother, does this look good? Would you like to wear this tomorrow?"
Jiang Zheliu looked at the prestige, faced with the gray and silent for a moment, nodded and said, "It's beautiful."
"This dark pattern is a bit repetitive." Ah Chu said, "What do you think of this? Chang Gan said last night that the plum pattern looks the best."
Jiang Zheliu felt that he was a little embarrassed to himself. Although he couldn't see anything, he still seemed to think for a moment seriously, and said, "It's all good-looking."
"Of course." A Chu was very satisfied. "Brother Shenxian looks good in anything. Then tomorrow I... eh, brother?"
He finally found that the other party's line of sight was out of focus.
Xiaolu's heart was alarming, and he frantically flipped through the part of the content he was watching to confirm that there was no such depressing content. While questioning the version he was watching, he rubbed against Jiang Ziliu's knee and stared at it for a long time. With a snort, the tone of voice was about to cry: "You... you look at me?"
Jiang Zheliu reached out and touched his horn, and said calmly, "I can't see it."
These three words simply broke A Chu's psychological defense. He lay on Jiang Ziliu's lap in a daze. As soon as he opened his mouth to cry, a hand grabbed the back of his neck coldly, as if he was holding an object. It seemed to be pulled aside.
"He's fine, it's temporary." It was the voice of the great demon Wenren Ye, "Yin Ember said that the medicinal diet was overdone and had side effects."
A-Chu burst into tears and was carried to the side in a foolish way. Seeing Wen Renye occupying the position beside his beautiful brother, he took out a light blue long silk embroidered with golden flowers and exotic animals. Blindfolded the big beauty's eyes.
"Can't meet the light."
The long silk went around the white hair and tied it behind the head. Jiang Zheliu felt his breath swept across his ears, and he felt a little hot.
"Don't be afraid." Wen Renye said in a low voice, "It's alright."
The long silk covering the eyes is light and soft, and I don't know what material it is. Jiang Zheliu raised his hand and touched it, but there was no fear in his tone and expression... This is something he has imagined countless times, and even if it does happen, I am afraid he will still be very calm.
Sometimes, his excessive calmness makes him look like ice that never melts, so cold that it's hard to capture his mood swings.
Jiang Zheliu touched his eyes through a layer of soft silk, and said, "I'm...not afraid."
The other party's breath came over again, as if he wanted to hug him, but stopped in front of him for a while, sounding a little uneasy: "Just don't be afraid. I'm going to be away for a few days, you have to stay here by yourself... "
Jiang Zheliu thought of his identity... The frame structure of the devil world is different from the four immortal gates in the world of self-cultivation. Some things do not need to be handled by Wen Renye himself, but he has been here for a long time, so I will go back and deal with the affairs of the devil world. , is also a very normal thing.
He nodded and said, "Okay."
It's just that Jiang Zheliu's guess, there should be some urgent matters, so he will let the other party leave now. According to the temper of the little devil, in his current situation, he probably refuses to leave easily.
This is indeed an important matter, but Wen Renye didn't tell him that he was going to get the resurrection stone to heal him.
Jiang Zheliu lived in kindness all his life and was trapped a lot. Wen Renye didn't want him to have this kind of guilt when facing him. Everything he did was because he was willing to do it, and he was willing to do it, and he didn't want Jiang Ziliu to have any burden for it.
He didn't even want the other party to accept him and promise him out of this burden. That would be a blasphemy to his feelings.
"Do you just say this one word?" Wen Renye was very close, and when Jiang Zheliu couldn't see it, the aura became even more distinct, "Can you... tell me a few more words."
Jiang Zheliu was originally very calm, but when he posted this sentence, his cold and restrained nerves for so many years seemed to be moved, and he was rolled up by the hot tongue of flame, burning him. Makes people a little overwhelmed.
He has never experienced such a thing, but his long experience has allowed him to cover up his emotional changes well. After a short silence, Jiang Ziliu stretched out his hand to hold the other's finger and whispered, "Then you, go earlier. return."
He paused and said, "...Or, I'll tell you about the form of the devil world, and you'll leave?"
The first sentence made the devil's heart surging, and the latter sentence began to be less human. Wen Renye was slightly startled: "... Form?"
"Since your father's rule, the characteristics of the demon world have been revealed." Jiang Zheliu returned to his familiar territory and recounted lightly, "The extreme barrenness and barbarity, and this kind of belligerent atmosphere of the whole people, make the demon world The production technology has stagnated, but the top casting of weapons and armors has become stronger and stronger. It has become a race suitable for plundering... If it is not for the Xuantong giant gate that has not been opened, I am afraid that the war would have happened long ago."
"The treasures of heaven and earth in the giant gate of Xuantong, you don't seem to care about other resources, and you will always only take treasures that increase combat power and cultivation... Under the influence of baptism in this direction, at most two In a hundred years, the Demon Realm will be like a chariot filled with gunpowder, rolling over the Demon Realm, then the Cultivation Realm, and after taking over the Human Realm connected to the Cultivation Realm, it will finally attack the Netherworld."
It seemed that Jiang Ziliu had said so much in front of him for the first time.
"If all goes well, your future is indeed immeasurable." Jiang Zheliu said slowly, "Just pay attention to two points. One point is that among the great demons, there will definitely be ambitious people who are looking for opportunities to rise to the top. Before the war and turmoil, there was an internal bloodbath. The second point is... The Daxing war will hurt the heavens and the world. In the future, when you reach the step of reconciliation, I am afraid that you will be hindered. At this time, you must listen to my words... "
When he said this, he seemed to think of something again. He felt that two hundred years was too long, and he might not be able to see it, so he didn't say anything.
Even after hearing this, Wen Renye was stunned. He looked at the sickly beautiful woman in front of him. She was wearing a thin shirt and sitting on the edge of the couch, with a soft wool blanket covering her knees. Her white hair was blindfolded. There is a delicate and fragile beauty that looks like a painting. As a result, as soon as he opened his mouth, it was this topic of vertical and horizontal, pointing the country.
"You're already like this." Wen Renye paused for a while, "Why are you still thinking about these things?"
Jiang Zheliu was also taken aback by this response. He felt that this person was full of wickedness and demonic energy, and he had the appearance and cultivation of a rival in the cultivation world. Why did he hear so much? The first reaction was that he was thinking too much. Overcomplicated.
He was angry and funny, squeezed the opponent's fingers, and said, "This is what I thought of before. If there is no problem with the boundary membrane and the accidental rupture, you should be in my hands."
The opponent's strength was too light, and Wen Renye's heart seemed to be stirred up. His breath was full of dry heat, and he could not ignore the past, gradually getting closer.
He said slowly: "I am also in your hands now."
The rosin is long, and the tone is deep in the ear.
Jiang Zheliu's heartbeat almost missed half a beat. He silently had a fever in his ears, which was burning and itchy. This extremely unfamiliar feeling made him a little uneasy, and after a while, he said in a low voice: "... Sword, I am afraid that your wish to learn from me will not be fulfilled."
want to beat him. This was the reason the other party used to persuade him to heal in the first place.
This desire has been baptized for a long time, and it has become a symbol from an obsession. The more secret and deep feelings, the more they sink into the deepest part of my heart, and they refuse to admit it easily or say it out.
"...It doesn't matter." Wen Renye looked at him and said, "I have a new wish."
He gently held Jiang Ziliu's shoulder, and kissed his eyes across the soft long silk.
The snow-white eyelashes under the satin trembled slightly, revealing a rare sense of helplessness.
... It turns out that he was not born so indifferent. Wen people night thinking.
His voice was sincere and frank, with a sense of eager anticipation, but it sounded very solemnly in his ears.
"Every day for the rest of my life, I want to see you."