The Paranoid Tyrant’s Illness Got Worse Today

Mei Xueyi grabbed Jun Jun's hand and put it in front of her.

His skin was unusually pale and thin. He had pulled the bow many times in the past few days to grind out such a layer of cocoons. The skin was broken in many places, and the cocoons were stained with blood.

"Your Majesty doesn't always cherish yourself!" she complained bitterly, "Don't you know that I will feel distressed?"

A big hand caressed her cheek.

"Didn't you say that you like roughness?"

Mei Xueyi's heart skipped a beat. He was a cocoon for her.

She glanced at him: "I like it all!"

He laughed, indulging her in revealing what she had just laughed at others.

"Your Majesty," she hooked his neck, "are we going to continue to attack Jinling? The forces behind them are extraordinary."

There was a faint feeling in her heart that something was not right. The Flying Fire Sword Sect has been destroyed by her for thousands of years. Where did this elder come from?

Wei Jinchao raised a hand and landed it on top of her head very slowly.

Mei Xueyi couldn't help shrinking her neck, thinking quickly in her heart - is he showing intimacy, or is he trying to wring her head off?

After a long while, he said, "I have a fire in my heart that I can't calm down."

Mei Xueyi was very aware of the current affairs and nodded: "I will use the enemy's blood to douse it. It's a big deal. The fish will die and the net will be broken."

He curled his lips and smiled strangely, as if wearing a fake mask: "Everyone who hurts you will die."

sick again.

"By the way," Mei Xueyi decisively changed the subject, "Why did this silver-haired immortal find me, not His Majesty?"

Wei Jinchao slowly returned to his senses and raised his head slightly: "With the spirit of an emperor alone, these immortal cultivators are afraid of karma."

"So that's the case." Mei Xueguang grabbed Jun Jun's sleeve and raised his face to look at him, "Your Majesty, Zhao Runru in the storybook coveted King Wei, and he will definitely let this cultivator threaten the queen and force her to leave."

He closed his eyes slightly and said nothing.

"Your Majesty..." She gently shook his sleeves and acted coquettishly, explaining for the 'Mei Xueyi' in the book, "The queen is clearly infatuated with King Wei, and she will never run away with others! If King Wei doesn't believe her , Misunderstanding her, how sad she must be."

His eyes suddenly became confused for a moment, and he turned his head slightly out of control, avoiding her sight, and looked out the window in a hoarse voice: "Really. The queen thinks so."

"It must be like this!" Mei Xueyi didn't want him to get sick again, she coaxed and deceived, "Although the story is told from the perspective of King Wei, but between the lines, you can clearly feel the queen's affection for the king. Nostalgia, she loves him no less than he loves her. She loves him so much, no matter what decision she makes, it must be for him—Your Majesty, believe me or not?"

His beautiful jawline stretched slightly, his Adam's apple rolled up and down, and after a while, he said in a hoarse voice, "Letter."

Mei Xueyi cuddled her cheeks: "Your Majesty, so next time, shouldn't it be time to explain the Queen's necessity?"

Just let her lead this script on the right track—by now, she can naturally guess that this script was inspired by him, or that it was his handwriting.

His body trembled slightly, and he subconsciously blocked the jade pillow with his wide sleeves.

Mei Xueyi was aroused by him, grabbed his black sleeves and looked at her head, and found a new thread-bound book beside the jade pillow.

Oh wow.

A step too late, the words have already been released.