The Paranoid Tyrant’s Illness Got Worse Today

The sickly gentleman's smile was very gentle and terrifying.

Mei Xueyi felt that he sincerely thought that killing her was for her good - after death, he would no longer be afraid, but would sleep peacefully and peacefully forever.

This person's thoughts are really distorted and fresh and refined, even more magical than a demon cultivator.

Mei Xueyi glanced at him faintly: "When I'm with the king, every moment, my heart is filled with joy. Without the king to accompany me, I don't want to die."

His morbid expression about to commit murder froze slightly, and his muscles twitched slightly under the corners of his narrow eyes.

After a long silence, he suddenly said, "Want to die together?"

Mei Xueyi almost blurted out, "You please first".

When the words reached her lips, she rolled around, and her slender jade fingers fell down along his half-open shirt, touching his cold and hard body. She said angrily, "I will be with the king even if I die."

He hesitated for a moment, then smiled absently: "That kind of thing won't happen. It's getting late, the queen should be ready to go home."

The fingers that grabbed her chin slipped onto her cheek, stroked it twice, then leaned over, her unique voice whispered in her ear: "In front of others, you should call Gu your Majesty King Wei, not your majesty. Your Majesty. It is a pleasure in the boudoir, and there is no need to let others know."

Mei Xueyi: "?"

Mei Xueyi: "!"

He called her queen, what's wrong with her calling him king? Wouldn't he have thought that she literally called him the king?

Mei Xueyi gasped, her forehead throbbing painfully.

He got up with a dumb smile, grabbed her snowy shoulders, and lifted her up.

"I dress up for the queen alone."

Mei Xueyi's brows moved slightly, she smiled shyly and lowered her eyes, stretched out her hand to hold his belt, and followed him to the makeup mirror.

He helped her sit down and moved slowly. The scars that he made last night were covered in green and red, and he didn't touch him anywhere.

Mei Xueyi settled down and looked up into the mirror.

The makeup mirror of the mortal world is a bronze mirror, and the yellowed mirror reflects a stunning face.

For many years in the Immortal Realm, Mei Xueyi has never seen a woman more beautiful than this one.

Everything was just right, any powder would only stain her color. Huarongyue looks nothing but the same.

If it is only about the appearance of the skin, the only person in the world who can match this face is His Majesty the King Wei behind him.

She didn't show any difference, just stared at herself in the mirror calmly, and observed him calmly by the way.

He very skillfully took out the thrush pencil.

"The queen's face is perfect, and she doesn't need to be decorated. However, Gu likes to leave her own traces on the queen." His voice was low and hoarse and enticing, "Should it be deep or shallow?"

A row of black pens is embedded in the golden velvet, from the left is the light gray of the light dark cloud, and from left to right, it gradually transitions to the dark black of the night.

Mei Xueyi picked the one with the most rounded nib.

No way, she had to prevent this pervert from pricking her eyes with an eyebrow pencil.

What is the depth, down to the next.

Cold fingertips gently lifted her chin.

His beautiful and unparalleled face came closer, his breath was slightly cool, with the special faint fragrance in his body intertwined with hers.

She couldn't help thinking to herself: 'It's strange that people who have been sick for a long time are fragrant. ’

His eyes are extremely focused, he is holding a pen in his hand, and his movements are extremely skilled, but after a dozen or so breaths, he has drawn the tail. He was thrushing her eyebrows with a cough, and he made the last stroke, turned his face to the side abruptly, and coughed and gasped several times.

After steadying his breath, he put down the pen and turned her face to the bronze mirror.

"How?" His voice was completely hoarse.

Long eyebrows are flawless.

Last night was her first night with him. So, is he the thrush skill that he has trained on other women?

She frowned slightly, feeling uncomfortable.

It has nothing to do with love, just domineering. The core of cultivating the way of the devil and the way of ghosts is the word 'holding'.

Her things, never allow others to meddle.

Even if he were to be made into a puppet in the future, it would have to be clean and only the puppet he had touched.

"Don't you like it?" He tilted his head, looked at her eyebrows left and right, took a damp cloth from the jade shelf, and wiped off the eyebrows he just painted, "It's okay, repaint."

Glancing across the row of black pens, he picked up the one he had just used, crushed it into crumbs, and cleaned his fingers in the jade basin.

Mei Xueyi: "..." This Duan Jun is a little naive.

"Come on, pick again." He was not less interested.

Mei Xueyi picked up the second rounded pen.

He stared at the eyebrow pencil strangely for a while, saw through her mind, and couldn't help but let out a low, dumb smile: "It won't hurt you."

"Naturally, His Majesty is experienced and skilled." Mei Xueyi said half-truth.

He was slightly startled, his Adam's apple rolled in a circle, and his tone became even deeper: "You are the only one."

Ah.

Trust him to be a ghost.

After drawing his eyebrows, he took out the saliva, dipped it with his fingertips, and placed it on her lips little by little.

His eyes became dazed, as if reminiscing about the past, reminiscing about someone.

"Your Majesty is distracted, thinking of others." She stretched her tone, her lips opened and closed, as if kissing his fingers, "No."

After a pause, he laughed.

The black eyes stared at her: "In order to successfully escape with Shen Xiuzhu, he did not hesitate to use the beauty trick to paralyze the lonely. Take it! But, since you want to use beauty tricks, why not be more sincere?"

The smile on his lips widened, and his eyes quickly darkened.

He picked her up and sat down on the dresser.

He leaned forward, bowed, and rudely ate the mouth fat he had just touched on her lips with his own hands.

Half of Qing Luo's coat was torn off, a cold bronze mirror was attached to her back, and her skirt was rolled up and stacked on the dressing table.

As he attacked, he said in a hoarse voice against her ear: "You're just looking forward to being kidnapped by Shen Xiuzhu halfway through and flying with him, right?"

The queen who walked back half way through the door? She originally thought that the wild man Shen Xiuzhu was just climbing the wall, or pretending to be a servant to meet, but she didn't expect it to be so fierce.

Mei Xueyi was stunned: "What?"

He suddenly exerted strength, and she slammed into the bronze mirror, exhaling half a trill.

He narrowed his eyes slightly, and the corners of his lips curled into a sneer: "You received the news that today Shen Xiuzhu will lead people to rob you as an assassin from the Jinling Kingdom and take you away, so I'm very happy, aren't you, in order to leave the palace smoothly, you don't hesitate to commit yourself to me? , deceive me and seduce me."

Mei Xueyi: "...No, no."

His actions were even more presumptuous, he held her five fingers, pressed her hands to the bronze mirror, and said bitterly: "The innocent queen, you have been deceived! The one who came to rob you today is not the Jinling person who Shen Xiuzhu pretended to be. , but the real Jinling people. Someone, in the name of Shen Xiuzhu, tricked you out of the palace and wanted to kill you."

Mei Xueyi: "…"

She opened her mouth to defend herself, but he took the opportunity to capture the slightly parted lips and kiss her thoroughly.

His kissing skills are superb, by no means an innocent boy.

Even though he had no affection for him, his heart was itchy.

Not to mention that he was still doing two things at the moment, causing the bronze mirror behind her to emit bursts of metallic vibrato.

This body is really too delicate, and the corners of his eyes unknowingly seep a little bit of tears, and he can't breathe at all.

She felt that she would be easily crushed by him like the extremely delicate black pen just now, and then melted into water.

After finally waiting for him to let go of her lips and focus on her slender neck, she said intermittently, "Since that's the case, why do you want me to see Shen Xiuzhu."

He sniffed her breath lightly, and after a while he said, "You and him will meet. The lonely man will tell him the news, he will come to save you, or we will meet."

Mei Xueyi: "…"

"Gu will kill him and the Jinling people." His breath and hoarse voice fell in her ears, "Whoever wants to harm you, Gu will let him die."

Mei Xueyi: "…"

He tilted his head to look at the golden sandglass in the hall, and although he was not happy, he still carried her off the dressing table.

"The hour is almost here." He lightly touched her cheek with his lips, in a soft tone, "Don't be afraid of anything, just go and watch you alone."

Mei Xueyi felt like a bouncing bait, he opened the net and waited for the fish to take the bait.

"It was my maid who colluded with outsiders and wanted to harm me, right?" She remembered the Yin spirit she saw last night.

"Yes!" He nodded casually, "I don't know if she's dead. When you return to the palace, let someone wash her clean and send her over, and you can interrogate it yourself."

Mei Xueyi: "..." I'm afraid there will be no trial.

She looked at him aggrieved: "Since you know that the maid is uneasy and kind, why do you still believe her words and think that Shen Xiuzhu and I have something?"

He stretched out his finger and lightly touched her cheek, his tone was so gentle that it made the scalp numb: "You and Dingguo's prince Shen Xiuzhu have been engaged since childhood, and they grew up together as childhood sweethearts. Never thought that I would fall in love with you at first sight, forcibly. Kidnap you into the palace... You said you and him should have something?"

Mei Xueyi was stunned: "..."

Damn, what kind of bully story is this? Knowing this, she was still struggling.

It turns out that Shen Xiuzhu is not a wild man, he is a wild man.

I am afraid that what happened today is also his design. He is going to use this to accuse Shen Xiuzhuan of collaborating with the enemy and treason? Sure enough, Jun Jun not only wants to be extremely lavish and extravagant, but also kills Zhongliang.

If you put it in the book, the end will definitely be a good death, and after death, you will be reviled by thousands of people.

Maybe it was because her eyes were too disgusting, he stared at her and laughed slowly.

"Everything you do is for you. You just believe in me."

Having said that, a big hand has quietly caressed her neck, whether it is tenderness or taking her life, it is only in his mind.

Mei Xueyi nodded reluctantly: "I believe Your Majesty."

He smiled: "Go and see Shen Xiuzhu for the last time."

She understood that this dunjun has a dark heart and is more evil than a person in the devil's way.

Between her and him, one will die sooner or later!