The Paranoid Tyrant’s Illness Got Worse Today

Mei Xueyi felt suffocated.

She originally thought it was miserable to fall asleep with a man for no reason, but she didn't expect that even worse things were waiting for her.

As the queen, she secretly communicated with the wild man outside the palace, and was discovered by the king?

Mei Xueyi felt that Tian Dao might think that her death was too happy, so she deliberately sent her back to life, wanting to humiliate her again.

She stared at him with a very sad look in her eyes.

Sure enough, the emperor of the world had no heart. He caught his wife Hong Xing out of the wall. He was not in a hurry to kill, but made the best use of everything.

There was a smile on his face, and the moonlight and snow made his complexion even colder, and his voice was sullen: "The queen will go back to save her relatives tomorrow, even if she goes to see Shen Xiuzhu. Gu, I can trust you."

Mei Xueyi: "…"

The murderous aura almost shook the snow off the eaves, and it was a ghost to believe in him.

She has experienced too many strong winds and waves in her life, how could she capsize in this small gutter?

Looking down, she put on a heartbroken expression: "If Your Majesty believes in me, why would you doubt me? I won't meet anyone!"

The wild man's name was Shen Xiuzhu, she remembered.

"I must see." A finger as cold as snow sticks out from under the wide sleeve, and caresses her cheek lightly, "Every look, movement, word, sentence, I will see it with my own eyes. Don't worry, I won't disturb you. , If you want to say something, just say it boldly."

The thin lips parted and closed, and the faint light of the moon streamed through his teeth from time to time, both cold and gloomy.

Mei Xueyi: "…"

He was still smiling, terrifyingly mild.

Obviously, this man is not only ill, but also has a brain, and he is seriously ill. She didn't know for a while, whether he wanted her to get out of the wall or not.

Mei Xueyi looked at the sky speechlessly.

The moonlight suddenly dimmed.

A gust of dark wind swirled across His Highness's corridor, the surrounding temperature dropped sharply, and a black gauze-like shadow was cast on the golden tiles and jade pillars and Xueyue Qionghua.

The atmosphere became completely different. There seemed to be ghost figures swaying in every corner that could not be seen clearly, the wind was whimpering, and the cold hairs on the back stood up, as if something was blowing against the back of the neck.

Mei Xueyi's eyes froze slightly.

In the blink of an eye, the corridor became gloomy and dark. She looked around and found that the surrounding environment had changed silently. She stood alone in the middle of the corridor, and the very ill king disappeared. The palace servant who was standing by the side also disappeared, and it seemed that she was the only one left in the huge palace.

She was wearing a snow-white tunic, and bursts of gloomy cold penetrated into her bones.

This is... the ghost is coming?

In the words of mortals, it is a ghost.

As soon as the thought changed, the woman's mournful wailing sounded in the courtyard.

Mei Xueyi looked sideways, only to see the snowman kneeling in the snow rustling to his feet, staggering towards her, blood and tears gradually flowing from his eyes. His face was covered with falling snow, looming and looming, adding a bit of unknown horror.

"Don't... believe... him!" A piercing scream echoed around.

It is indeed a ghostly illusion.

Mei Xueyi couldn't remember how many years she hadn't seen such a thing.

Yin spirits cannot directly hurt people. They have only one method of killing, and that is to launch a mental attack on the soul, causing people to hallucinate. In panic, they will not choose a path, fall into the trap prepared by the Yin spirit and die. The most common is Drowning or falling from a building.

She recalled that there seemed to be no well in the courtyard.

At this moment, her body was in the arms of the sick and faint, and she was wrapped in a satin quilt, wrapped like a zongzi, and she couldn't move at all. Besides, there were palace maids on both sides of the corridor, so many living people, she couldn't just watch her as the queen Get out of the satin quilt and run to where to die without an inch?

Mei Xueyi felt that this yin spirit's brain might not be very smart and would not harm anyone.

stupid.

As the 'snowman' approached step by step, blood began to gush out of its seven orifices, and its appearance became more and more terrifying. Step by step, it left a line of **** footprints in the snow.

Mei Xueyi held her breath - she was afraid that she would move too much and scared him away.

This kind of thing can also harm mortals and little cultivators. Nascent Soul can see the nature of the mind, and at a glance, it can break through the illusion and catch the body of the Yin spirit. It is actually a mass of chaotic broken soul power condensed from resentment. After the evil spirit is removed, it becomes a great tonic, which is beneficial to the soul.

Mei Xueyi is a demon cultivator, so he can swallow the evil spirits without removing the evil spirits. When the demons crossed the border the day before yesterday, large and small Yin spirits began to flee thousands of miles away, and she hadn't seen them for a long, long time. At this moment, such a silly Yin spirit suddenly appeared, still trying to frighten her by scratching her head very hard in front of her, Mei Xueyi couldn't help but burst into tears.

Although her body is not hers, her spirit is still hers. Even if she has no soul power, in terms of primitive swallowing and killing, who can fight to dismantle her own blood-robed demon every day?

As for the terrifying appearance... the truly terrifying demon is the delicate and weak one.

Mei Xueyi controlled herself and tried her best not to show a perverted smile.

Across the corridor, I saw Yin Ling raised a pair of blood-soaked eyes, stared at her, and screamed at her hoarsely: "Don't... believe... him!"

A pool of blood soon accumulated under its feet, spreading finely on the snow.

In addition to shouting this sentence, it seems to be unable to express more meaning.

It looked very, very anxious.

The same sentence echoed throughout the courtyard - don't believe him.

After shouting for a long time, I didn't see the next move.

Mei Xueyi was a little surprised.

It seemed that this Yin spirit did not want to harm her, but wanted to report to her.

"Ah..." Mei Xueyi sighed in disappointment.

In her life, she has been cruel and slaughtered countless times, but she has always had a principle - not to kill things that show goodwill to her, whether people, demons, ghosts, or beasts.

never mind.

She nodded at Yin Ling: "I know, I won't believe him, you go."

It probably didn't understand, and it looked even more anxious. It raised its hand, stripped off the snow layer by layer, and fell down with the flesh and blood.

It wailed, "Don't believe him!"

"I know, I know." Mei Xueyi pinched her brows, "Go away."

This situation is like putting a roasted suckling pig or leg of lamb in front of someone who has been hungry for ten and a half months, and desperately reminding her to eat it.

Yin Ling held it back for a long time, and finally managed to say another sentence: "Don't believe him... He killed me!"

Mei Xueyi felt that as long as a person with a normal mind could draw this conclusion by himself, there was really no need to report it specially.

Or does it want her to avenge it? Then it can find the wrong person. She is a demon cultivator, she acts biased and ruthless, and she does her own thing. Unless she directly provokes her, she will never do anything for heaven—she is a demon! Not the light of righteousness.

Mei Xueyi nodded solemnly at the staring Yin spirit: "I know he killed you, if there is no accident, he will kill me tomorrow too."

Yin Ling: "…"

It stared at her with two holes in its eyes, continued to blow the gloomy wind for a while, screamed a few times at its throat, and finally dissipated unwillingly.

The illusion disappeared little by little.

Mei Xueyi came back to her senses and found that she had been carried into the hot soup pool in the side hall at some point.

He thought she was asleep, hugged her very carefully, and was cleaning her fingers very carefully, one by one, with creepy gentle movements.

Mei Xueyi didn't have to open her eyes to imagine his sick eyes at the moment.

Take good care of it and handle it with care, as if you were pouring out a precious dead thing.

She felt that between herself and the puppet, there might be only that wild man named Shen Xiuzhu.

What a sin.

He bowed his head, and his breath brushed against her cheek, like a serpent spitting out a letter against her. She leaned against his chest, unable to feel her heart beating.

She chose to pretend to be asleep.

Every now and then, his thin lips would roll over and over his ears, and his sick voice would be light and heavy: "Mei Xueyi...Mei Xueyi."

He gritted his teeth, as if he loved her so much, and seemed to eat her alive.

Oh, it turns out that this body is also called Mei Xueyi. Mei Xueyi said heartily.

After taking a shower in shame, he carried her back the same way.

Passing through the corridor under the snow, Mei Xueyi secretly opened a slit and looked at the corner of the courtyard.

The corpse of the maid was no longer in place, and the Yin spirit did not reappear, probably because she was too disappointed in her.

She put the little episode behind her.

He carried her into the dormitory, stopped and coughed three or five times, and vomited blood.

In bed, she couldn't really see that he was terminally ill.

He carried her onto the white jade couch, put her in his arms, and dried her hair strand by strand.

He half-opened his clothes, and the unique fragrance on his body lingered on the tip of her nose all the time. His movements were gentle, as if he had played with her a thousand times, and the postures of the two were extremely suitable.

With his slightly cold body temperature, Mei Xueyi fell asleep unexpectedly.

I don't know how long I have slept, and I suddenly woke up from my sleep and found that the sky was bright outside.

She woke up quickly and completely, her heart beating wildly in her chest, and bursts of panic beat her body like a tide.

She hasn't slept for too long. A big devil like her, who is an enemy all over the world, let alone sleep, even if he shakes his head a little, there will be a coveted enemy who will take the opportunity to pounce on him.

At this moment, her cultivation base is completely lost and the road ahead is dangerous, she actually fell asleep in this man's arms!

Looking up suddenly, he found that his deep eyes were staring straight at her, with dark emotions that she couldn't understand.

Her eyes collided, and her pupils contracted unconsciously.

He slowly narrowed his eyes, and his hoarse voice filled with anger: "Are you afraid?"

He grabbed her chin and approached, the dark fire in his black eyes seemed to burn her to ashes, the contrast between the terrifying eyes and the gentle smile was terrifying.

"In this world, there is only one person who will never let you down, so what are you afraid of!" He thought about it seriously, stared at her, his eyes melted tenderly, and the smile on his lips gradually spread, "I'm dead. I won't be afraid anymore, I want you alone, year after year, peace and joy."

Mei Xueyi: "…"

If she understood correctly, did he mean to kill her?