The Paranoid Tyrant’s Illness Got Worse Today

"So, when is the queen going to leave me?"

He took a step closer, his eyes darkened.

The smile on his lips was gentle and ethereal, and the moonlight reflected on his cold white face, like a banished fairy, more like a ghost.

A warm hand slid up the side of her neck.

Mei Xueyi cautiously grabbed his cold hand and wrapped his five fingers with her warm and soft palm to prevent him from twisting her neck suddenly.

"Shen Xiuzhu has no merit." She held him and cautiously moved further away from the edge of the high platform, "Why should I go with him?"

"I also want to know why." He couldn't see any emotion in his deep black eyes, he spoke slowly, almost every word.

"I don't like him." She pursed her red lips.

He smiled: "I know."

"Then why should I go with him?"

"Yeah. Queen, tell me, why?" he asked, not as if he wanted an answer from her.

He leaned over slightly, as if he was going to pick her up and throw her off the edge of the high platform at any moment.

Mei Xueyi sighed helplessly.

She knew that there was no way to reason with people who had problems with their brains.

"Your Majesty, let's go back to the palace first." Across the thin black robe, she gently grabbed his arm, "You come out wearing this!"

"Do you feel bad?" He pursed his lips slightly.

"Ok."

"Huh." He smiled faintly, obviously disbelieving.

He raised his hand and gently stroked her eyelids: "Look at my eyes, there is no love."

Mei Xueyi: "…"

This stunned prince is really interesting. He also knows that people are forcibly summoned into the palace by his imperial decree. It is difficult for a strong man.

However, he is a tyrant, a foolish monarch, and of course he can do whatever he wants.

Forget it, such a trivial matter can't trouble her.

She took off the snow velvet cloak with her backhand and put it around his shoulders.

He frowned slightly and raised his hand to stop it.

"Put it back yourself," he said coldly.

She pursed her lips and smiled, raising her hand.

The snow velvet cloak flew down the corner of the high platform like a huge thick snowflake.

"Your Majesty is freezing, instead of feeling uncomfortable in my heart, I might as well be freezing with you." She raised her arms and swirled in the swirling snow.

A slender figure was wrapped in a snow-white shark gauze tunic, and she was like a piece of snow that strayed into the world from the sky.

His dark and deep pupils trembled involuntarily.

Mei Xueyi was about to turn around again when the world suddenly turned and fell into the man's not very broad but very powerful embrace.

He hugged her tightly, gnashing his teeth beside her ear, as if he didn't know what to do with her: "Mei Xueyi...Mei Xueyi!"

"His Majesty."

For a moment, her voice froze.

She broke out of his embrace, took two steps back, bowed down, took off her fur boots and threw it off the high platform, then turned around and threw herself into his arms: "Since Your Majesty doesn't believe that I am distressed, then I will be as cold as Your Majesty!"

He stared at her, something in his eyes gradually melting away.

The corners of the delicate lips twitched a little, and the voice was hoarse: "It doesn't matter if you are false, but you'd better lie to me for the rest of your life."

Mei Xueyi trembled lightly in his arms, thinking in her heart: 'It won't take a lifetime, when I regain my strength, I will definitely climb on top of your head and dance! ’

The soft and warm body quickly cools and stiffens.

He pulled his lips and smiled, picked her up, and walked down the Star Picking Platform step by step.

Mei Xueyi was nestled in front of his chest, shivering from the cold.

Seeing that he was wearing a single robe and running around in the snow without his shoes on, she underestimated the power of the severe cold.

It's so cold!

Why is he not cold?

She raised her eyes and saw that behind him was a majestic black platform, and a full moon hung on the corner of the platform, just behind him. He raised his lower jaw slightly, like a jade statue reflected on the moon. It's cold and perfect, and the arc glows with a clear cold light.

As soon as she returned to Chaomu Palace, Mei Xueyi fell ill.

This body is more fragile than she imagined, and it is easy to catch the cold.

He hugged her, breathing heavily.

He put her frozen little hands to his heart.

She felt that his body temperature was passing over to her, and he himself was a lamp that was about to go out, but all the light was shining on her.

He coughed hard, and his breathing became abnormally short from time to time.

If you are not careful, you will really mistake him for loving her with all his strength.

Actually... he's just sick. What he loves is neither her blood-clothed demon nor Mei Xueyi, the lady of the family. He was already building a palace and a star-picking platform. He just built a nest for his 'beloved wife', and then paranoidly regarded her as his beloved wife.

If he gets better one day, he may be cooler than any man in the world.

After her body warmed up a little, she felt top-heavy and sleepy.

She leaned on him drowsily, looking for words lazily: "Does your majesty miss the queen mother and the late king?"

At this moment, his mood is calm, like a deep sea without waves.

"No." He said, "Give me the Jiangshan Sheji, and they can let go. I thought that when my mother died, there would be regrets and reluctance. In fact, she has long been looking forward to reuniting with her father. I stay Don't let her go."

Mei Xueyi: "..." Yin Ling didn't say that.

Her hand sneaked into his middle shirt quietly, touching his cold and hard body one by one: "However, Your Majesty spoils me like this, hurting the people and money for me, and also fighting for me, the late king and the queen dowager know , must be uneasy."

He raised a big hand and pressed her head: "They believe me, and they will only be at ease. If there are any ghosts and undead, it must be the old things Ma Chongshan and Jiang Dexing."

Mei Xueyi raised her face and narrowed her misty eyes to look at him.

With a sneer on his lips, he told her in a sinister tone that over the years he had used the construction of the palace mausoleum to kill several ministers of civil and military affairs who were openly opposed, and threw their bones to ashes. Under the stars. There are really ghosts, and they are also these old ghosts who are making waves.

Mei Xueyi: "…"

She had underestimated this faint-hearted monarch before, his brutality was enough to go down in history.

"Afraid?" He lowered his eyes and stared at her deeply.

She stared at him faintly, with a nasal voice, and half-truthly said: "I'm not afraid. It's your majesty, you have to be careful, maybe one day I will act for the heavens and kill the people and kill you with my own hands... Silly lord."

She knew where his inverse scales were. Saying such words would not only not arouse his anger, but would even arouse his interest.

He got closer and said in a deep voice, "Your life is yours, just take it."

He clasped her ten fingers and tilted his head to kiss her.

Touching her hot breath, he paused, moved his thin lips away, and placed a feather-light kiss on her forehead.

"Sleep," he said. "Wake up and you'll get better."

He stared at her asleep, without blinking.

Mei Xueyi fell into a daze, feeling someone feeding a cool liquid into her mouth.

She subconsciously took a sip and tasted a very special and fragrant taste.

He was stunned for a moment, his heart suddenly stagnant, and then frantically drummed in his chest.

She will never forget the taste!

That time was the most dangerous crisis she had ever encountered.

The Holy Master of the East Continent, Mu Cangbai, did not know what means he used to hide the most pure spiritual liquid in the demon pill of a thousand-year-old demon dragon.

After Mei Xueyi beheaded the demon dragon, she was used to swallowing the demon pill and refining it.

As a result, he said. She is a demon cultivator, and the magic breath of a magic cultivator is incompatible with the spiritual energy of the immortal way. If she swallows the pure spiritual liquid by mistake, she is like a cultivator of the right way being filled with demonic energy.

From light to mischief, or to death on the spot.

Holy Master East carefully designed this game, and when Mei Xueyi had an accident, all three puppets were moved away from him.

She was alone, enduring the pain of the spirit poison, facing the eight thousand people from the Immortal Sect personally led by the Eastern Holy Master Mu Cangbai.

That battle can be described as dark and dark.

A special and fragrant spiritual fragrance, such as bone-carved poison, haunts her body and soul.

At that time, she no longer had hope of surviving. Anyway, she had a lot of blood debts on her shoulders, and she would not suffer any loss when she died.

Unexpectedly, the luck of the Eastern Holy Master Mu Pai was really bad.

This is a foolproof situation of killing demons, but who would have expected him to bump into the ghostly world, Huangquan Night Walk. The gate of the Nine Serenities opened, and the cold wind and fire escaped, using the spiritual veins of the cultivators as fuel. Wherever they passed, the cultivators were lit one by one, turning into candles with a dark green flame.

Even the Holy Master of the East, Mu Paibai, was not spared, and he broke off his arm to get rid of the entanglement of the smoldering fire.

Jiuyou Lenghuo had absolutely no interest in Mei Xueyi, a demon cultivator.

Taking advantage of the howls of ghosts and wolves on the battlefield, Mei Xueyi successfully dragged her severely injured body to escape the siege.

After that, it took hundreds of years for her to completely remove the spiritual poison from her body.

The taste of aura is really unforgettable!

At this moment, she was groggy, and when she tasted this again, she could only do her best to press her lips tightly, refusing to take the poison.

‘Hun-jun, if you don’t come back, your demon queen will be gone! ' Mei Xueyi's struggle was pitifully weak.

Her heart was beating violently, and she wanted to open her eyes to see, but her eyelids seemed to be weighed down and could not be opened.

The other party tried several times and found that her resistance was very firm, so she withdrew the spoon.

Mei Xueyi breathed a sigh of relief.

Immediately, a pair of warm lips pressed against her, and she used extremely skilled skills to pry open her lips and teeth, and fed the liquid medicine into her mouth, sealing her resistance and making her swallow it.

Mei Xueyi: "…"

who is it! Don't hesitate to die with her!

After several mouth-to-mouth feedings, she finally opened her eyes.

Jun Jun was raising the bowl and took a small sip of the medicinal liquid into his mouth.

he? !

With all her strength, she lifted the bowl from his hand.

"Why did you hurt me..." She stared at him mournfully.

Didn't he appease all yesterday, why did he still want to kill her while she was sick?

He looked at her strangely, smirked and coughed for a while: "Cough... Queen, a three-year-old child takes medicine, and it's not like you have to die or live!"

Mei Xueyi complained with tears in her eyes, "What you gave me was obviously poison."

"How could it be poison!" Jun Jun said, "This is the Ganoderma lucidum fairy grass paid tribute to Yingzhou in the East China Sea. It is said to have the effect of bringing back the dead."

Mei Xueyi reacted with hindsight.

She is not a magic cultivator now, and for her, spiritual energy is no longer a poison, but a great tonic.

"…"

She found that her body really improved rapidly.

She looked at him melancholy: "Do you use the elixir that can bring back the dead to cure the cold?"

He took it for granted: "If you can't cure even a little cold, you should ask him about the crime of bullying the king!"

Mei Xueyi: "…"

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