Mei Xueyi is dying.

Consciousness becomes very light.

As the body and the primordial spirit fell apart, the pain that had accompanied her through the long years also turned into nothingness.

She used to practice the great art of dissolving the blood of demons. From the flesh to the internal organs to the primordial spirit, everything was constantly decomposing and merging. As long as she lived for one day, the severe pain was like gangrene attached to the bones, tormenting her forever.

The pain that ordinary people can't imagine, in exchange for the supreme cultivation.

She has an honorific title, called the blood-robed demon.

First, because she has too many enemies, they always come to die like moths to a flame, constantly adding color to her clothes. The second is because her body is cracking at any time, no matter what color of clothes she wears, it will eventually be dyed red by the oozing demon blood.

does it worth?

Near death, consciousness becomes less clear. She somewhat forgot how she could have embarked on such an unprecedented path of cruelty in the first place.

why?

Can not remember.

She only remembered that she was invincible in the world with magical powers, and she traversed the four continents of the Immortal Realm, which made those so-called righteous and famous families fearful.

Every day, I don't know how many people are cursing her to die.

However, in the end, it was she who defeated the four holy masters of the fairyland, and she also killed the life and death guardians and set foot on the road to heaven.

It's just that when I picked the fruit of ascending to the sky and nearly shattered the void into a god, something happened...

Maybe it's because Heaven doesn't allow evil spirits, or maybe it's because the limit of her body has come.

She only remembered that she placed her hand on the Dao Fruit that contained endless power, and tacitly agreed to what wish, and then, there was only a white light left in front of her eyes.

She died, disintegrated little by little, and returned to heaven and earth. She didn't feel any regrets, but it was a pity. The only discomfort was that there seemed to be a large piece missing in her heart. She felt a little dull pain, but after thinking about it carefully, there was nothing.

She is not afraid of going to hell, the legendary suffering of purgatory is nothing to her.

Consciousness flutters and wobbles.

She gradually felt hot, and a little tearing pain.

‘Is it a mountain of swords and a sea of fire? But so. ’

Compared with the severe pain she endured every day and every night, the 'punishment' at this moment was like the drizzle that fell on her body in the early spring.

Consciousness condensed a little, and she faintly felt that something was not right.

There was a huge emptiness in her heart, something was missing, and at the same time, a sense of fulfillment that she had never experienced was powerfully attacking her nerves. The quiet and special light fragrance swept over her, overwhelming and pervasive. Unfamiliar and familiar.

She tried to open her eyes.

If there was some kind of corpse mountain blood sea monster ghost prison in front of her, then she would not feel strange at all, but everything in front of her made her pupils shrink violently, and it seemed like a thunderbolt fell on the top of her head!

She was shivering, numb, and her heart stopped.

She, who should have been completely destroyed, was lying on the soft and comfortable bed at this moment. A very young man crouched above, his long and beautiful eyes stared at her rightly, his eyes were fanatical and paranoid, and his possessiveness was frozen in the bottomless black pupils, which were as intense as ink.

The cold moonlight imprints his outline, the corners of his delicate lips are hooked with a faint smile, his cheeks are slightly sunken, and there is a gloomy sickness on his face.

His appearance is so good that even the East Saint Lord, who is known as the most beautiful man in Xianyu, is inferior to him by three points.

She had never seen this face, but because it was too handsome, she had the illusion that she had met in a dream.

What he was doing was what he was doing at the moment, which was very out of line with his sickly appearance.

He held her tightly in his arms with a strong posture.

Accompanied by his movements, a more intense fragrance emanated from his body, making it difficult to breathe and heart-pounding.

His temperature infected her, he was in control of everything, turning his hands into clouds, and covering his hands into rain.

Mei Xueyi sucked in a breath of cold air, and promptly suppressed the murmur that was almost out of her mouth.

Blood-robed demon, how could he ever be so... violated!

She secretly performed the exercises, and found that her whole body was heavy, her limbs were weak, and she could not sense any demonic breath in her body. There is only darkness in the inner vision, no awareness of Hailingtai, the primordial spirit is ignorant, and is firmly bound by the flesh-body. The demon blood no longer boils, and the pain that never ceases to exist no longer exists.

She tried to break free, but found she couldn't break free from his grip.

There is no strength in her body, and her posture is completely unfavorable to her.

He stopped and stared at her condescendingly, with a wicked smile on his lips, and said slowly: "Why, did you not serve the queen well?"

His voice is a little hoarse, the kind of voice that has been broken after a long cough, but the foundation is very good, the deep tone with texture and this sick voice are unexpectedly out of touch.

Mei Xueyi: "…"

She remained calm and glanced at her hand.

The skin is tender and fair, the bones are like nephrite, and the nails are round and smooth. The wrist is slender, as if it will break when it is broken, and the wrist bone is small and beautiful, and at a glance, it is obvious that it has never undergone any tempering.

This is not her hand. This weak Haw body is not hers.

She, Mei Xueyi, the blood-clothed demon, was revived from a corpse, and the timing of this reincarnation was a bit difficult to describe.

She slowed down and quickly judged the situation in front of her.

The other party called her lonely and called her queen, so she was a personal emperor and a husband in her identity. At this moment, the magic power has been dissipated, and the road ahead is still unclear. It must be hibernated and hidden, so that no one can see the flaws.

Although he has no experience in love between men and women, what scene has he never seen before?

Mei Xueyi calmed down, her eyes flickered, and she said shyly, "Your Majesty, how are you?"

This voice is soft and sweet. At this moment, her breath is unsteady, and she is out of breath. She looks like a demon queen who brings disaster to the country. When Mei Xueyi heard this voice herself, she felt her scalp go numb.

There was a hint of confusion in his black eyes, and the corners of his mouth froze slightly.

The atmosphere was stagnant for a moment, and he suddenly chuckled and said hoarsely: "It is said that Duan Fang Shuya, the daughter of Mai Shilang, never thought that there is a special style between the beds, which is very much to my liking."

After all, he slammed her into his arms and acted recklessly.

Mei Xueyi thought vaguely: 'This man looked sick and thin, but he never imagined that his strength would be so amazing... After I regain my strength, should I bring him into the harem, or simply turn him into a blood puppet? In any case, today's affairs must not be known to those old thieves in the Immortal Realm, otherwise I don't know how to laugh at me! ’

She is a blood-clothed demon, a big demon who can stop a child from crying at night, would fall into such a situation.

The sound of his breathing fell in her ears. He seemed to be tireless, and a dark fire that she couldn't understand flashed in his eyes, as if he wanted to rub her into the blood.

He seemed to love her madly.

Her heartbeat is getting faster and faster, there is no severe pain and torture in her internal organs and muscles, and her perception of everything around her is a thousand times clearer and sharper. His temperature, his quiet breath, his unbridled... are all terrible.

She tried to push him away.

He covered her ear and exhaled in a low voice: "Call me by my name...I'll spare you."

Her heartbeat stagnated slightly.

Who the **** knows his name?

Fortunately, he didn't persist, his thin lips brushed across her cheek, and he tilted his head slightly, ready to kiss her.

She turned away subconsciously.

When the kiss failed, he paused for a moment, then sneered and held her tightly.

Mei Xueyi, who was resurrected from the dead, died and came back to life again and again.

I don't know how long it has been floating and sinking, and he finally let her go.

He turned over, put on a broad moon-white robe, wrapped her in a satin quilt, hugged her horizontally, and strode out of the hall.

She was like a little flower devastated by the wind and rain, leaning softly in his arms, her eyes half-open and half-closed, looking at her surroundings calmly.

At first glance, the sleeping hall looks unremarkable, but if you take a closer look, you will find that the floor is covered with white jade bricks, the walls of the hall are sapphire walls, the lamps are glazed lamps, and the yarns are shark gauze tents. The top of the hall is embedded with large round pearls, which evenly and softly scatter the light of the candles in the hall to every corner. It turned out that what she saw just now was not moonlight, but pearl light.

The floor-to-ceiling wooden window is a whole face of carved purple gold sandalwood.

Mei Xueyi secretly said: 'Hunjun, rich. ’

When I left the hall, I found snow falling outside. She was wrapped in a satin quilt, but it was not cold. His clothes were not drawn, his chest was slightly open, and a snowflake floated under his collarbone, causing him to cough twice, and his pale cheeks flushed.

Mei Xueyi secretly added: 'Pretentious. ’

The promenade is exquisite and elegant, the lanterns are covered with pearl gauze, and the top of the corridor is inlaid with luminous pearls.

His Royal Highness's two trees are not real trees, but crystal clear jade trees. Every petal of the cold plum is carved from pure jade. At first glance, the low-key and gorgeous jade color is dazzling.

The king leaned over slightly, and his hoarse voice sounded against her auricle: "The plum of the present will never wither, just like you and me, year after year."

There is a huge full moon hanging on the opposite corner of the eaves, and the cold moonlight sets off the snowy scenery, which is like a fairyland.

Mei Xueyi moved her lips and found that she really didn't have the strength to speak, so she leaned against him softly, winked like silk, and continued to play the shy and pet queen.

She thought: 'Perhaps I should send him to the Nine Serenity Yellow Springs to spend time with his true beloved wife. ’

Along the corridor of His Royal Highness, he carried her to the side hall on the left.

The palace servants on the left and right all lowered their heads, not daring to look directly.

When he came to the porch, his footsteps suddenly stopped, and his chin was raised twice towards the corner of the courtyard, signaling her to look.

Mei Xueyi turned her head to look, and saw a snowman kneeling in the snow, unable to see whether it was alive or dead.

He smiled softly: "The personal maid you brought into the palace."

Mei Xueyi asked him casually, "What happened?"

He lowered his head, and his eyes were dark and unpredictable: "Fitting up people for others, intending to mess up the palace."

"Oh..." It sounded serious.

Mei Xueyi withdrew her gaze, closed her eyes, and continued to take a nap.

His tone was a bit weirder: "Aren't you pleading for her?"

"Why do you ask for love?" She asked lazily and softly without opening her eyes.

"Because she is sending a message to that man for you." His voice was extremely gentle, but she was suffocated.

Mei Xueyi: ".."

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?

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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!