The Paranoid Tyrant’s Illness Got Worse Today

Mei Xueyi followed behind the yellow-faced old concubine and killed the side courtyard where the concubine lived.

She raised her left hand lazily all the way, stroking the surrounding objects - the touch of the window paper, the dust on it, the fallen wood thorns where the paint peeled off the window lattice, the spider silk in the gap between the stone pillars at the corner...

There was also the sound of cleaning up pots and pans and cleaning up the leftovers from the wedding banquet from the outer courtyard.

Everything is so realistic.

For ordinary people, it has long been like a dream, unable to distinguish between reality and falsehood, and completely immersed in illusion.

Not to mention that this fantasy scene is designed to attack the mind. On the wedding night, the husband sleeps in the concubine's yard? It was a woman who had to blow up the vinegar bucket.

Arriving at the corner gate of the side courtyard, the yellow-faced old woman raised her fist to smash the delicate veneer door, but Mei Xueyi raised her hand to stop it: "Don't."

"Miss!" The old woman was heartbroken and spitting out, "My uncle is bullying people like this, you can't be a soft bun and let others handle it! If you swallow this breath today, you will suffer a big loss in the future!"

Mei Xueyi moved her eyelids: "Isn't knocking on the door giving the dogs and men time to prepare?"

She picked up the Dahongpao, stepped forward and kicked over the small thin wooden door.

Yellow-faced old woman: "..."

"You wait outside." Mei Xueyi glanced at her and stepped into the side courtyard.

With a 'crack' under his feet, he stepped on the wood flowers embossed on the edge of the frame.

It's good, the yard where the concubine lives, even the door frame is so attentive.

Mei Xueyi raised her lips and looked up.

I saw that this side courtyard was beautiful and elegant, delicate everywhere, and I could vaguely smell the smell of new paint.

The red candles reflected the two figures on the window paper, and they were in love with their concubines, and a concentric knot hung above the silhouettes.

These two... are drinking together.

The man is tall and slender, the curve of his profile is reflected on the window paper, and he is so handsome that he is not like a mortal.

Mei Xueyi's eyes swept across, and she saw that the water tank in the courtyard had raised a lotus, and there was a cross-necked bird lying in a wooden cage under the porch.

It's really a pair of pairs, and the moon is full of flowers.

Mei Xueyi chuckled softly, crossed the courtyard in a few steps, stepped on the stone steps, raised her sleeves, and slammed open the carved wooden door.

The two in the room were disturbed, and the delicate woman hid in the man's arms with a snort, revealing only a pair of pitiful eyes.

"Bold!" The man turned his head and scolded.

Seeing who was coming, his face flashed a little guilty, but his hands subconsciously hugged the beautiful girl in his arms.

Mei Xueyi took a closer look, and it was really Wei Jinzhao's face. She had never seen him wearing red, she thought he was not suitable for wearing red, but she didn't expect it to be so good-looking. The red hides the sickness, and looks handsome and straight, which is heart-warming.

He narrowed his eyes slightly, raised his chin and took the lead in attacking: "On the wedding night, why don't you stay in your bridal room, but come here to make trouble!"

Mei Xueyi slowly approached: "What am I doing?"

He looked down at her condescendingly: "Jiao'er is sick, I just came to have a look, and I will go back soon. Look at what you are doing? Take off your hijab and run around? Is there a bride like you? Since you are so unruly, then I won't go back tonight. This is what you asked for, if you want to blame yourself, you will blame yourself!"

As if she hadn't heard of it, Mei Xueyi walked towards him step by step and muttered to herself, "It's so beautiful. Even if it's ruthless, it's still so beautiful."

The man couldn't hear what she was saying, and frowned: "If I know I'm wrong, I'll go back honestly. If I'm in a good mood, maybe I'll see you in the middle of the night."

The concubine in her arms pushed him weakly and weakly: "Wei Lang, please go back with your wife, Jiao Er is fine, now her head doesn't hurt anymore. Wei Lang, don't make your wife angry because of me, otherwise I really want to die. I have my heart."

"Then you will die." Mei Xueyi waved, "Go now, don't wait for me to do it."

Concubine: "..."

"You!" The man's eyes widened angrily. "What did you say?! You dare to say it again."

Mei Xueyi took another step closer, with a sweet smile on her face, and exhaled softly, like a ghost whispering: "She said she wanted to die, can't you hear?"

he:"……"

After a long while, he stumbled angrily: "You, you jealous woman, shrew!"

Mei Xueyi raised her eyebrows: "I really don't know me."

"Heh..." He pointed at her, "You dare to say you're not? Listen to what you said just now, like words! Do you still know what a woman's virtue is? Who is a woman like you!"

"Just a jealous woman and a shrew? You think of me too kindly." Mei Xueyi had already pasted beside him, "Whoever touches my things will die. Why did you steal this face? Use what I like. Staring at other women, using the mouth I like to flirt with others... What should I do with you! You teach me."

With a gentle tone, he laughed as he spoke.

"What do you want to do?" The man's pupils shrank, and he protected the concubine in his arms behind him.

"Wei Lang, Madam looks terrible!" The weak and pitiful woman inspired all the man's desire for protection.

"Mad woman! Get out of here!"

The man raised his hand and slapped Mei Xueyi.

The strong wind hit, Mei Xueyi smiled, raised a slender hand from her red sleeve, and easily pinched the man's wrist.

"Although Wei Jinchao is clearly ill, he will only be good to me, and will not hurt me one bit -- he dares to pretend to be him for anything."

Mei Xueyi sighed, opened her mouth, and bit down on the man's wrist.

When creating the illusion, the Nightmare probably never expected that someone would open his mouth and eat his husband.

The man was completely stunned, lowered his face exactly like Wei Jinchao, and stared blankly at Mei Xueyi.

Mei Xueyi took a bite and knew that this was the broken soul power stored after being swallowed by the nightmare.

The master of this soul force must have done favoring concubines and destroying wives before his death, and after his death, he is also familiar with helping the nightmare to harm people in this fantasy world.

Mei Xueyi was feasting. The soul power entrance is cold and loose, like a very dense cloud. However, its appearance is still the 'Wei Jinchao' wearing a red dress, which makes the swallowed scene look unspeakably terrifying and beautiful.

After swallowing up half of the group's soul power, the concubine who was standing by the side finally let out a heart-piercing howl.

"Don't panic, it'll be your turn soon." Mei Xueyi comforted, "Save your energy, it's convenient for you and me."

Concubine: "..."

The candle wick made a 'crack' several times, and the figure reflected on the window paper swayed from side to side.

After a stick of incense, the spirited Mei Xueyi strode out of the courtyard.

She pondered in her heart: This illusion uses the 'husband' and the 'concubine' as traps, and the purpose is to make the victim fall into the pain of being betrayed by his lover, unable to extricate himself. In the constant wear and tear, the spirit becomes more and more trance, and the mind is lost, and the nightmare can **** the soul power of the victim one by one.

The yellow-faced old woman who was standing outside the corner door hurriedly greeted her: "Miss! Uncle actually refuses to come out with you! Oh, this **** **** it, you have no conscience..."

Mei Xueyi pursed her lips and smiled, raised her feet and walked out of the courtyard.

Wei Jin is not here, where will he be? I'm afraid he can't tell that this is an illusion, and he may not know where he is holding his little wife...

While thinking about it, Mei Xueyi slowly narrowed her eyes and gritted her teeth.

Just after walking halfway through the corridor, a burnt smell of burning things hit me.

Mei Xueyi paused slightly: "What's the smell?"

When he turned his head to look, he saw that the yellow-faced old woman who had been following behind disappeared at some point. Outside the wall, there were some messy voices from time to time, but now it was suddenly silent.

The thick smoke suddenly turned out from the direction of the wedding room, and between two or three breaths, the vision became a gray one.

Beneath the smoke and dust, the fire gradually became ferocious.

It's on fire.

The Nightmare found that there was a problem with this place, so he started to clear the threat.

The air became hot and dry, and the raging heat could already be felt across a row of houses.

Seeing that the flames spread rapidly, they licked the roof in front of them at a very fast speed, and were about to climb over.

Mei Xueyi picked up the hem of her skirt and ran to the outer courtyard.

The entire mansion was empty, and no one could be seen.

Everything around is still very realistic. In the lobby, there are only scraps left from the banquet table. Above the large plates, there are small plates stacked on top of each other. It was half full, and the residual food mixed with a sour taste that I couldn't tell whether it was fragrant or stinky.

The hall was littered with firecracker shavings, and when I stepped on it, I found that there were still some intact squibs wrapped in the scraps of paper.

As soon as she ran out of the hall, she saw the increasingly fierce fire rumbling up the hall, and in an instant, the wide black wooden beams smashed down with a 'crack', crushing the leftovers.

Looking at this man-devouring fire, Mei Xueyi clearly realized that she was not yet the opponent of Nightmare Demon.

She needs more soul power.

When he turned his head, he saw that after burning down the lobby, the dragon's head roared and rushed towards the side courtyard on the west side - the nightmare was looking for her!

Mei Xueyi covered her mouth and nose, and quickly walked down the corridor through the front hall, bypassed the screen wall, and came to the gate.

As soon as the iron door bolt was lifted, a loud bang was heard.

Mei Xueyi's heart sank, and her gaze fell to the latch of the door bolt, where she saw a large brass lock, which was tightly locked, and the key did not know where it was.

She was trapped in this burning compound.

The smoke was getting thicker and thicker, and the side courtyard on the west side was quickly destroyed by the fire dragon. There was the 'boom' of houses toppling everywhere, and the air was gradually filled with sparks and dust.

Can't delay any longer!

Mei Xueyi quickly looked around, and saw the dry wood piled up in the left corner of the wall, which was half the height of the wall.

The soul body is used in the illusion, which is much better than the weak and powerless body. In addition, two chaotic soul powers were swallowed above, and it should not be difficult to climb over half of the wall.

Mei Xueyi took a few steps back, sprinted towards the outer wall, used her feet to rush to the firewood pile, and then ran fiercely diagonally upward on the wall.

Thousands of years of fighting skills are still engraved in her soul.

Seeing one more step, you can reach out and climb the wall!

At this moment, a loud 'bang' was heard, and the entire wall trembled violently, shaking Mei Xueyi to the ground.

The piles of firewood piled under the wall were also scattered.

She fell lightly into the pile of firewood, and the dust accumulated over the years rose into the air, wrapping her upright, as if she had fallen into the ashes of the stove.

Mei Xueyi: "!"

Before she could regain her senses, another violent shock caused her to roll a few times in the firewood pile.

"boom--"

The two iron gates were suddenly swept away and slammed into the screen wall, blasting the boulder out of several palm-wide cracks.

Mei Xueyi looked at the door in amazement.

The firelight in the sky shone on the empty and remnant door. Wei Jinchao, dressed in happy clothes, with narrowed eyebrows, stepped in.

His stern face is handsome and handsome, like a **** coming into the world.

With smoke and fire on his back, he hurried to her: "Queen, forgive me for being late."

Big Grey Mei Xueyi: "...No, it's just right."

For the first time, she knew that she could be so yin and yang.