The King of Hell is Genius Pampered Wife

He can't forget that when he was younger, two people ate a bowl of rice and laughed and played together.

Xi Yue led Wei Zixi to a valley soon.

Although there is no spiritual power here, the air is fresh. There are many useful herbs beside the mountain streams.

Xi Yue, who is that? He is more familiar with herbs than food. Only in half an hour, he picked a basket full of herbs.

Wei Zixi follows Xi Yue and peeps at him curiously from time to time. His eyes are full of curiosity.

Xi Yue didn't take care of his little movements either. He dealt with the herbs and mashed them by the stream, and then waved to him: "come here."

Wei Zixi was stunned, hesitated for a moment, and walked slowly to Xi Yue.

Xi Yue grabbed his arm and took him to his side.

The little boy's body is very thin and skinny. The skin on his face is waxy yellow because of malnutrition all the year round, covering up his delicate and beautiful facial features.

In particular, he has countless scars, crisscross stripes, purple and red, as well as running pus.

Xi Yue raised his sleeve, took the stream to clean his wound, and carefully put the herbs on it.

Of course, it's extremely painful for the wound to be washed by cold water. Wei Zixi's small body keeps shivering and his face is full of panic.

He thought it was his sister's way of tormenting him again, and his body was desperately shrinking back.

Xi Yue patted his little head and said, "don't move, it will be OK in a moment."

After saying this, Wei Zixi suddenly found that the wound on his arm, which was originally numb and itchy, had a cool feeling. Although it was still painful, it was very comfortable.

Wei Zixi stared at Xi Yue in surprise and disbelief.

Xi Yue ignored him, but took off his clothes and dealt with all the terrible wounds.

Wei Zixi's face was red, and he was at the mercy of Xi Yue all the way. His eyes, which were always dim, were shining brightly at this time.

The wound on his body aches and pains every day, as if in hell.

But today, after being cleaned and applied by weizihan, he felt more comfortable than ever.

Wei Zixi finally couldn't help shouting softly: "elder sister."

Xi Yue ignored him and continued to deal with wounds and herbs.

Wei Zixi couldn't help shouting again, "sister."

The little boy's thin, waxy yellow face is a little more red, and his eyes are very lovely.

And Xi Yue just found that the little guy's eyes are very beautiful peach blossom eyes, looking forward to life, gorgeous and dazzling. If he grows up, he must be a beautiful man who inverts all living beings.

And this little guy is really easy to satisfy, just being treated casually, it's so happy.

However, he can't control weizihan's body anytime and anywhere. If he suddenly turns back to bullying weizihan, from hope to disappointment, he will be more sad, right?

Think of here, Xi Yue suddenly positive color way: "I am not your elder sister."

Wei Zixi is stunned, then doubts: "you are my sister clearly!"

Xi Yue picked up the clothes beside him and put them on clumsily - she was not very good at controlling the little girl's body.

This just soft voice way: "you also can regard me as elder sister, but I am not Wei Zihan."

Wei Zixi was even more confused, with his little head askew, a little panicked.

Xi Yue pondered for a moment, then smiled: "my name is Xi Yue, you can call me Xi Yue sister."