Emperor Zun's way of chasing his wife: Go away to the gods

Chapter 82 She Only Has Half a Heart

It was night, as cool as water, and the moon peeped out of the clouds to illuminate the late frost all over the ground.

Zichu had already changed into clean clothes, and she was lying peacefully on the bed at this time, with her long hair spread out, a few strands covering her pale face.

The faint moonlight shrouded Zichu's face, making that face even more clear like jade.

Xiao Shu twisted the corner of the quilt and wiped away a teardrop from her eyes. He poured spiritual energy into her body for a day and a night, but she was still in a coma, without any sign of waking up.

However, at least her breathing has stabilized.

The vision happened at this very moment. He only saw the whole room red with the fire, and the girl on the bed was burning with orange flames.

Her body floated into the air uncontrollably, as soft as a feather, and countless fiery red irises danced around her, the flames burned more and more intensely, but the room didn't feel the slightest bit of scorching heat.

From that flame, the girl's eyes slowly opened, shining with the scorching light of the flame, she fell gently from the air, the imprint of the iris flower on her forehead flickered faintly, she looked at Xiao Xiao Shu Shu's familiar face, dimples appeared on his cheeks, and his cold voice was the same as before, "Xiao Shu, I'm fine."

She was beaten back by Yin Chuan. Yin Chuan threw her into the air, but did not catch her underneath, causing her to fall heavily to the ground. Although it was in a dream, the pain was very clear.

She couldn't tell if it was a dream or reality.

The demon king hurt her so badly, and she hasn't taken revenge yet. Thinking of this, her eyes were burning with anger, and she said angrily, "Where is the trick flute!"

Before Xiao Shu could answer, she wanted to rush out angrily again, Xiao Shu chuckled lightly, and then quickly grabbed her hand with his palm, and she was already in his arms gently.

A red mist appeared on Zichu's face, she was at a loss for words for a moment, the words were choked in her throat, the scene of Xiao Shu kissing the monster flashed across her mind, and for some reason she shook off his hand, full of anger , "Don't touch me!"

Xiao Shu froze on the spot for a while, and explained softly, "The Die Flute is dead."

Zichu frowned lightly, and subconsciously asked, "Did you kill it?"

Shaking his head, Xiao Shu walked towards her step by step, and Zi Chu also retreated step by step, until he backed up against the wall, unable to retreat any longer, she gritted her teeth and said, "Xiao Shu, what are you doing! "

Xiao Shu curled the corners of his mouth almost inaudibly, spraying an ambiguous breath on her cheeks, his voice was like the temptation of a devil, charming and charming, "Ah Chu, remember not to leave my sight."

His aura is so charming, she suddenly remembered that he and the fox demon were so close before, and the anger came from nowhere, she pushed him away suddenly, with a little anger in her voice, "Such ambiguous words, Mr. Xiao said The target is wrong."

And Xiao Shu was knocked away unprepared, he clutched his aching chest, choked up his movements, his hoarse voice contained a little sadness, like a wounded little animal.

Zichu pushed open the door as if evading, and rushed out without looking back. Now she just wants to bring down the nameless evil fire burning in her chest!
The flame burned too fast, as if her whole body was controlled by the evil fire, her speech and behavior seemed to be out of her original control, why did she say such delicious words?

She likes Xiao Shu?
Impossible, she only has half a heart, how could she fall in love with Xiao Shu.

She was sitting by the river, scratching her disheveled hair, and the river water reflected her slightly drunken face, full of tenderness.

In the distance, Xiao Shu was leaning against a big tree, with a faint smile on his lips.

(End of this chapter)