Cute girl Shura

Chapter 222 Only For You (Part [-])
At dawn, the smog cleared.

The clouds are pushed aside, and the sun shines instantly.

Through the floor-to-ceiling window of King Shen's bedroom, the person on the white brocade couch gradually calmed down.

The man beside the couch stayed up all night, and his eyes never moved away from her face.

I don't know if it was an illusion, but instead he nostalgic that he was still Weiyang Zishen, and at that time, she was still An Yao.

In contrast, the kind of days when you chase after me are happier than the days when gunpowder is everywhere.

Just as he was staring at her in a daze, he suddenly saw her frown move.

The wound of the Xianyue knife exploded again under the restraint of the immortal net yesterday, and the pain made her frown involuntarily.

"Yao'er..."

Vaguely, she heard someone calling her, the voice was warm and soft, pouring into her heart.

"Father... Yao'er is wrong... wrong..."

Panic appeared on his fair face.

Mu Zishen stepped forward to grab her irrationally dancing hands, only to find that it was extremely cold.

"It's my mistake to be greedy for the prosperity of the world, my mistake to be nostalgic for human emotions, my mistake to let down my father's good intentions... Yao'er is really wrong..." She squeezed his palm tightly, her voice choking.

It turned out that she was so similar to himself.

In order not to disappoint, they missed their respective feelings and the most beautiful prosperity in the world.

His vision was blurred, and he let her nails sink into his palm, bloodshot.

The first time I met her, he was an elf egg, and she was an experienced soul ferryman.

He listened to all her heartfelt feelings, felt her unbearable happiness and disguised pain.

At that time, she was obviously so happy, but she couldn't laugh no matter what.

At that time, she was clearly sad and in pain, but she didn't see her frown or shed a tear.

The second time I met her, he was the prince, and she was the youngest son of the An family who couldn't get on the family tree.

He was overwhelmed by her happiness time and time again, shocked by her strength time and time again, and wanted to protect her frailty time and time again.

Now, he is King Shen and she is Shura.

Their respective fates of Ansheng have missed the happiness they once embraced.

She pretended as always, but she could never find her original self again.

"Du Yao..."

He gently moved her direction, and finally his eyes fell on the pool of black blood on the white sheet.

After her body was moved, Du Yao immediately opened her eyes and looked at the man in front of her vigilantly.

"What are you doing?" She endured the pain and sat up in shock.

"Don't move!" He growled, seeing the scene of black blood dripping out when she moved, his heart ached so badly.

Seeing him staring directly behind her, Du Yao reached out to slap her, but he caught her firmly.

"Your wound is open. It seems that King Shura didn't treat it well for you." He said without any emotion, and then covered her open wound with his left palm to heal her.

Du Yao saw that there were several scratches on the palm of his right hand, and the blood on it hadn't dried completely, so she couldn't help but frowned.

"Why do you still save me, if you are not afraid that I will really slaughter your elf kingdom?"

She asked him, but did not refuse him to heal her wounds.

"If you are really good at killing, I don't mind playing with you." He didn't answer her previous question, but calmly replied to a topic that didn't matter to him at the moment.

Du Yao's wound grew with a burst of heat, but it hasn't healed for a long time.

Hearing what he said, she opened her mouth, "I'm sorry."

The movement of his hands froze, and he caught a glimpse of her darkly drooping eyelids out of the corner of his eyes.

"I just want to ask Zi Ling about one thing, but I don't know why, as soon as I saw her, I..." She paused, "I was so angry that I wanted to kill her."

She knew that it was Shura's Wrath, but she still didn't tell the truth.

Mu Zishen just glanced at her, didn't expose her, and didn't ask any unnecessary questions.

Seeing that he didn't respond, she wanted to turn around and look at him, but unexpectedly got hurt, so she frowned under restraint.

"You are an injured person, you can't move while healing, why can't you restrain yourself?" Finally, he reprimanded dissatisfied.

She bowed her head and sighed lightly.

Before coming to Elven Kingdom, she was ready to face him.

But I didn't expect yesterday to be so out of control.

If it wasn't for seeing him and Zi Ling...

Suddenly, the tenderness at the corner of her mouth disappeared, and her expression turned sad.

"Take off your clothes."

Through the clothes, her wound could not heal at all, after all, it was injured by the crescent moon knife.Out of helplessness, he spoke up.

Yes, an order, not a request for consent.

"tear--"

The black robe was torn off from top to bottom, and the shocking wounds were reflected in his eyes.

It reminded him of a long time ago, there was a similar scar...

Du Yao lightly lifted the cuff on her arm, trying to pull up the robe.

There was a burst of warmth from the back of his hand, and when he turned around, he saw his hand.

"Do you think this king would care to watch this one more time?"

His voice floated on her back with a gentle breath, she trembled slightly, but did not react.

Just as he was continuing to heal her, she was taken aback, what did he mean by what he just said?
"So, you did it yesterday to help her heal?" As soon as the words came out, she wanted to seal her mouth.

Even if the wound is healed, the purple spirit doesn't have to be completely removed.

He doesn't care to watch it one more time?Could it be that he had seen her many times before...?
"Stupid woman."

Behind him, Mu Zishen frowned, but when he caught sight of her losing consciousness, he pulled the corners of his mouth and smiled wickedly.

Du Yao frowned, her thoughts were still wandering in what he said, and she didn't notice any changes in the wound on her back.

Vaguely, I heard him stepping down from the couch, then threw a clean white robe and said, "Put it on."

She squinted at his back as he walked to the door. This robe was exactly the same as the one he was wearing. The sleeve robe with gold trim seemed a bit dazzling, but it was extremely soft to the touch, and it seemed to be a good material.

Although the robe was a bit too big, she still put it on.

There was a nice scent of sandalwood left on the clothes, and his unique ginseng scent, filled her whole body, just like he was embracing her at this moment, warm and comfortable.

After changing his clothes and moving his arms, he found that the wound on his back no longer felt strange or painful.

It seems that the title of King Shen is not a vain name.

He is in charge of the world's pharmacopoeia, even the dead can be brought back to life, and the living can also live forever, so there is no fear of being hurt again with such magical skills.

She dragged her robes and walked out, and saw him with his back to the bedroom, staring at the door in a daze.

As if aware of her arrival, he just turned around, took a look at her appearance at this time, only frowned slightly, and then walked up without saying a word, and grabbed her robe that was hanging on the ground got up and tied a knot at her ankle.

(End of this chapter)