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There are really shooting stars tonight.

This was calculated when Jiang Zheliu hadn't repaired the boundary membrane. Zhongnan Mountain is in a remote place, but it is very consistent with this meteor, which can be clearly seen.

Back then, when he was still at the cultivation base, he had already predicted the scene of tonight, but at that time, he had not thought that he would have the opportunity to let go of everything and watch it calmly, in this way.

Jiang Zheliu had a snow cloak wrapped around his shoulders. The plush was fine and light and firm. The neckline was surrounded by a bright red tie, which was tied tightly by Wenren Ye, so that the wind could not see through it.

He placed the magic hand stove on his lap, which was warmly pressed against the palm of his hand. At this moment, all the fields are silent, the night is rich, and the stars are twinkling.

Snow fell everywhere on Zhongnan Mountain, even on the pavilion. Jiang Zheliu sat in the peak pavilion, and the wine boiled on the stone table made a gurgling sound of bubbles.

It's just that it was Wen Renye's, and he drank tea peacefully by himself.

When Jiang Zheliu lowered his head and drank tea, the long snow-colored hair was blown over by the night wind and fell along the earlobe, silently, in Wen Renye's eyes, it was almost like a beautiful and unpredictable fantasy.

Lord Mozun was afraid that he would be cold, so he covered this person tightly, but he still felt that Jiang Ziliu was very cold, and his whole body was cold and hard to warm.

"So, are you habitually taking care of the overall situation?" Wen Renye hadn't forgotten what happened before, the fried hair was not so smooth, and he said while pouring wine, "People like you will be tired sooner or later. die."

When he said this, it wasn't really fierce, but more of a puzzlement and frustration.

Jiang Zheliu didn't feel angry when he heard it. Instead, he nodded in agreement, took a sip of bitter tea, and commented, "I've thought about this way of dying many times, but fortunately it's easier now, maybe I can spend my old age in peace. hope...will you collect the corpse for me?"

Wen Renye's eyes could not see what the emotion was. He stared at Jiang Ziliu closely, like a volcano that he had endured for a long time: "I don't care where you die."

This demon has always been duplicitous. The more he cared, the more heartache he felt, the more he felt that it was not worth it for the other party to do these things, and the more he refused to open his mouth to comfort him. It was like a fire was burning in his heart, and the flame made Jiang Ziliu feel bored. Now, there's only that little bit of ruined sparks left, which burns so much that his heart hurts.

"Unfeeling." Jiang Zheliu commented again. He looked up at the sky of Qiongyu and the stars twinkling in the black-colored sky. "You are still young and talented, and the future should be easy."

He always felt like he was an elder when he spoke, but Jiang Zheliu could indeed be regarded as an older person. He negotiated an agreement with the other party's father in the Lingxiao faction and fought for power and profits. When the undercurrent was surging, Wen Renye was still A young man, young and vigorous, his eyes are only high and low above the swordsmanship.

"If I have such a successor, I'm afraid I can wake up with a smile from my dreams, and I have knowledge under the spring, and..."

Before he could finish his words, Wen Renye stared at him closely, and seemed to be extremely displeased with him saying such things.

Jiang Zheliu was very kind, avoiding this topic, turning the heater in his hand and saying, "My junior brother is also young and talented."

... Wish Wuxin? Wen Renye listened from the sidelines, silently observing the other party's expression.

"It's just that he is sloppy by nature and never puts much effort into cultivation and study, but even so, I need a hundred times and a thousand times more effort to surpass him." Jiang Zheliu's expression was calm, his tone was indifferent, and he put it lightly, "I I think, as a senior brother, if I can't be the strongest person, when I encounter danger, should I let my junior brother stand in the front?"

The principle of the stupid bird flying first, he has understood since he was very young.

"It's a pity that your junior brother is not very appreciative." Wen Renye said, "Otherwise, why would you let you move to Zhongnan Mountain alone."

Jiang Zheliu said, "I'm leaving. Besides, what's wrong with Zhongnan Mountain? You are my neighbor."

In Wen Renye's eyes, this is simply an excuse for his junior brother. But he did not continue to refute, because with him, Jiang Ziliu would definitely not suffer.

The tea surface moved slightly and was cooled by the night wind. Jiang Zheliu put the teacup on the stone table.

"Wuxin is born arrogant and conceited, and you may not be mature when something happens." Jiang Zheliu looked up at the sky, "I'll let go now, I don't know what the future will be like."

Wen Renye couldn't bear to hear it, and one of the wine glasses in his hand was shattered. Then he took out a new one, and said with a cold face: "Your master raised you, you really made a lot of money. Let you do your best and die. ."

Jiang Zheliu glanced at him: "Angry again, what did I say, you won't be angry?"

Wen Renye didn't expect his mood to fluctuate so violently, and only reacted after being pointed out by the other party. He stretched out his hand and squeezed the other's cold fingertips, silent for a long time, and muttered: "I will cure you."

Jiang Zheliu was looking at him, his eyes were dark, like a bottomless still pool, there was nothing in it except the icy cold water.

"Can you not always think about how to die." Lord Mozun was a little annoyed, "You should think about how to live."

Jiang Ziliu did not speak, but bypassed his wine glass, scooped a wooden spoon of hot wine with a strong aroma on the small stove, and poured it into the cup of tea.

His movements were smooth and smooth, and people couldn't feel that there was anything wrong with this move for a while. The wrist sticking out of the cuff was slender, narrow, pale and colorless, and even the fingernails had a fragile translucent feeling, more like a sculpture made of white jade than a living person.

The scalding hot wine fell into the teacup, and when Jiang Ziliu put down the wooden spoon, Wen Renye noticed something strange and held his wrist: "You can't drink."

The body temperature in the palm was too low, and the wrist bone was slender, as if it would break if it was broken.

"Master's wine is too fragrant." Jiang Zheliu said, "Let me taste it."

"You're not in good health, don't you know? Jiang Zheliu..."

As soon as he finished his words, Jiang Xianzun, who was facing him with white hair and snow skin, leaned over and approached him, giving him a positive beauty crit.

The other party's breath was cold and cold, like the air blowing through in a snowy day.

"You can't do anything, and you have to work hard to live, what's the point?"

His voice was soft, but very heavy. Wen Renye thought for a while, only to realize that this sentence was an answer to him.

...he's right and right, but there's nothing wrong with it...

Taking advantage of this gap, Jiang Zheliu blew the temperature of the hot wine in the blowing glass and tasted the wine from the Demon World.

is sweet.

What a surprise.

Wen Renye didn't look at it for a while, and saw that he drank the whole cup without changing his face, and put down the cup slowly and calmly, as if he had done nothing.

Wen Renye looked at his profile, then glanced at the hot wine on the stove, his mind was like a ball of wool that had been scratched by a cat, and after a while he said, "Jiang Zheliu."

"Um?"

"This wine is very strong and has great stamina."

"Really." Jiang Zheliu paused, "I didn't feel it."

"That cup of yours can knock down three or five great demons from the demon world."

"…"

After three or five breaths, Wen Renye saw him turn his eyes and questioned softly, "That's still so sweet?"

Lord Mozun had a terrible headache: "What does the taste have to do with strength, are you... okay?"

The other party did not speak.

Just under his constant worry, Jiang Zheliu sat quietly in the same place and watched Meteor, just when Wen Renye was able to drink a thousand glasses for him, he wanted to take his hand back to the Pinewood Building. Only then did he realize that the other party's always dark and dull eyes were a little moist.

His pale, almost colorless lips were also flushed, and the roots of his ears were burning red, too bright.

Wen Renye looked at his absent-minded eyes while examining his physical condition, and said in a low voice, "Drunk?"

Jiang Zheliu blinked, and returned to his senses sluggishly. As soon as he got up, he fell into the arms of his good neighbor in the next step. He looked like someone who touched porcelain.

Or the kind of big porcelain that will lose the entire demon world if you touch it, most people don't dare to accept it.

Wen Renye took him steadily, wrapped one hand around his waist and put his arms around him, while the other felt that the other party's physical condition was not getting too bad at the moment, so he whispered into his ear: "I have been cautious for so many years, how did I get here? Am I here to act recklessly?"

Jiang Zheliu's body temperature was very low, and he seemed sleepy at this time, so he raised his arms around his neck.

The little deer in Wen Renye's heart was blinded for a while, and it was completely covered and blended by the other party's snow-like aura, and the antlers had to break a dozen or so. He took a deep breath and hugged him.

"Can't you take a good rest? You miss that Zhu Wuxin for so many years, you can't..."

Wen Renye was speechless.

Does he want to say that you can't miss me? But when the words came to his lips, he remembered that he was still a "good neighbor", and he had no right to ask the other party to live well for him.

Moreover, before that, Jiang Zheliu didn't know him or remember him at all. He was able to accompany this person, as if he had taken advantage of the wrong time.

Wen Renye reached out and touched his reddish ears, as if he had thought of something, and said slowly, "It turns out that you are not born to eat sweets."

It was still very early when Wen Renye took the other party back, and neither Chang Gan nor A Chu slept.

The two little demons knew that the immortal brother was drunk and drunk, and they looked at each other, only daring to speak out. Xiaolu Achu watched Chang Gan boil the hangover soup, and walked around in the small building with his hands behind his back. He chatted worriedly for a while, and then chatted again worriedly. Inside and out, it was strange that Lord Mozun did not take good care of him. .

Wen Renye knew that he was right, and he didn't have the time to care what A Chu meant. Instead, he tucked the quilt around the sick and drunk little willow tree and held his hand gently.

Originally, everything was about to pass, but in the early morning, the other party had a fever without warning. This time, even Chang Gan couldn't sit still.

Wen Renye used the body filter to guide him with spiritual energy for a while. After studying for a long time, he didn't understand why the fever was, and he even suspected the ingredients of the devil's wine.

Until Jiang Ziliu woke up.

He had a terrible headache, and he didn't even remember when he woke up. He glanced at Wen Renye, then lowered his head and wanted to go back to sleep.

His body temperature was already low, but when he started to burn, the contrast was even greater, making people feel uneasy at all. Wen Renye saw that he was awake, leaned down and touched his face, and said in a low voice, "Is there something wrong? Your body is hot, I don't know why."

He seemed a little anxious.

Jiang Ziliu reacted with hindsight, opened his terribly sleepy eyelids, tilted his head and pressed his hand: "It's okay."

"fine?"

"Heavenly Spirit Body." Jiang Zheliu said concisely, "It wants to have a child."

Wen Renye: "???"

In the past, if he had a cultivation base, he could use it to suppress it, but now that he doesn't have it, he naturally can't suppress the external manifestations of his special physique.

After Jiang Zheliu said this, he didn't care anymore, as if he didn't think about what kind of impact this would be at all.

Wen Renye was stunned for a long time, staring at the sickly beautiful beauty who was asleep, and the words just now kept circling in his mind. Pry open your head to see if your hearing is normal.

He was simply forced to be quiet for a while, and then asked a rather difficult question.

"...Just don't care?"

Wen Renye didn't think he would get an answer at first, but after a few breaths, he still heard Jiang Ziliu's vague and sleepy voice.

"Well, it's fine."

Then, he murmured again: "Stop talking, let me sleep..."

This sick willow tree takes a long time to sleep before waking up, and will lose his temper when disturbed. Wen Renye didn't speak anymore, buzzing in his mind for a long time, through the quilt and undershirt, his eyes moved mysteriously to the position of the other's abdomen.

…the body wants, wants to have children?

He knows the celestial spirit body, but what is this?

Wen Renye felt that his demonic birth was met with a huge challenge.

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