The King of Hell is Genius Pampered Wife

The captain's eyes couldn't help but fall on the young man's hands. The slender jade like hands tightly clenched into fists. The blood trickled down from the fingers and slowly gathered into a pool of blood stains on the ground.

But the young man felt nothing, as if the bleeding man was not him at all.

The guard chief swallowed his saliva, but the fear in his heart was even worse. He had experienced life and death and believed in his intuition very much. At this time, I believe deeply, so I don't hesitate to call Chengwei to leave as if I haven't received any report.

Seeing the departure of the city guard, Chen's doctor opened his mouth and tried to shout, but he saw the back of the boy in red, standing like a stone statue, trembling with fear and standing unsteadily.

Remembering the horror of another young man being cut into meat, he finally escaped back to the hospital with a pale face.

Slowly, the whole street disappeared.

All the people who see Xi unknown will have a kind of panic feeling of hair standing on the back and away in a hurry.

The young man in red is thin and looks cool. His peach blossom eyes seem to condense into a bottomless cold pool for thousands of years. He looks at the disappearing direction of the figure in the hospital quietly.

===The injuries of Jin Zeyu and others look terrible, but in fact, they are all skin injuries.

Xi Yue has pure wood power, but he combs it carefully, and soon they are almost healed.

Fang Yuan and Zhang Yi, who were seriously injured, had spasms and shock, also because they lost too much blood.

Xi Yue asked them to take the blood tonic pill, and soon several people's faces were ruddy again, and their breathing became smooth.

Only the internal organs of Qian Dazhuang were damaged seriously.

Xi Yue took out the silver needle and treated his injured internal organs with a little spiritual power. After a long time, he was sure to save Qian Dazhuang's life and his body would not leave any sequelae.

Take back the silver needle, Xi Yue sat down on the chair, panting slightly.

The continuous treatment of so many people, no matter the loss of mind and spirit, is huge. Moreover, when Jin Zeyu and others are found to be injured, one of her heart is hanging and panicked. At this time, she can finally breathe a sigh of relief.

"Well Xi Yue Xi Yue! " The comatose Jin Zeyu suddenly frowned and uttered a painful dream, "is it because I'm not strong enough I know you are the Lord, but I can't do anything for you Xi Yue! "

"Jin Zeyu, wake up!" Xi Yue's spiritual power is input into Jin Zeyu's people.

Jin Zeyu's closed eyes moved and slowly opened them.

When Xi Yue's face came into view, the man who had always been stable and self-sufficient suddenly red his eyes and his voice was hoarse and subtle, "am I dreaming? Xi Yue Are you back? Or am I dreaming again? "

Xi Yue, unable to laugh or cry, reached for his hand and tapped on his forehead. He got a little ice power by the way and let his mind wake up. "Stop talking nonsense. Do you still think it's a dream now?"

Jin Zeyu blinked, sat up from the bed and stared at the people in front of him.

Obviously, it's a teenager's dress, and her face is not as beautiful as before, but her familiar eyes and eyebrows are deep in her memory.

It can't be wrong. It's Xi Yue. It's really Xi Yue!

"Xi Yue --!" Jin Zeyu gave a low cry, his voice became hoarse and broken because of excitement. "Xi Yue, is it really you?"

Xi Yue clenched his lips. "Who else is not me?"