Devil King Pampers His Devil Consort - C137

He caught up to me and tugged at the corner of my shirt. “Heaven love, don’t be angry. I lied to you, but it was also because I liked you.”

“You only said that you liked me, but have you ever thought about it? I don’t like you. You’re the emperor, you’re a bully. If you want to take over a woman, then take over. If you say anything, then treat it as farting. The more I spoke, the angrier I became.

However, how could these words be dug out from the hatred deep within my heart?

What can I do, let go of my hand, what can I do, walk out of this palace?

I had never felt so depressed since I was young. Finally, I knew that there was always someone better out there. There was always someone better out there.

However, he still burned oil and said coldly, “Of course, I’m the Emperor. If I want to take away this commoner’s daughter, then I’ll just have to lift my hand.”

I was so angry that my fingers trembled again.

He leisurely smiled and said, “Come on, you’re too angry. I’ll carry you back.”

“You wish! Li Zimo, remember this, even if you turn into ashes, I will still recognize you. You’re the one in charge, don’t think that you are invulnerable to swords and spears. There will still be times when you cry.” Those people from Liangliang City will regret provoking me. Sooner or later, you will be the same, just you wait and see.

The corners of my mouth twitched, and I stalked on.

The heavens gave birth to Li Zimo, why would they want to give birth to me, Mo Tian Love?

The first thing he did when he got back was to carry the door over his shoulder and push the table across it.

Oh God, come to the thunder, cut Li Zimo in half, leave him half to suffer.

His body was still weak and uncomfortable, especially his lower body. He always felt that it was very different. He pulled the quilt over his head and went to sleep.

Fortunately, he didn’t come to disturb me.

He slept through the night, his stomach growling with hunger. He stood up and touched the light from the fire on the table to light up the candle. He stepped on the blanket with his bare feet, feeling powerless.

There was water in the pot. He poured himself a cup and drank it all.

The palace maid knocked on the door softly. “Miss Fu, would you like something to eat?”

“No.” In the past, I was always tempted to eat. But now, I don’t want to eat anymore. I don’t want to be tempted by him anymore.

The palace maid then said, “Then this servant will go tell the emperor that Miss Fu won’t eat it.”

“What do you mean?” I asked in a shrill voice, like a rabbit whose tail has been stepped on.

“The emperor said that if Miss Fu eats, he’ll let you rest well. If Miss Fu doesn’t eat, then he’ll have to tell eunuch that the emperor will personally come.”

Did he want to drive Li Zimo crazy?

Looking up at the sky and sighing, meeting this rogue’s bully, you are so crafty, don’t really force me to die.

“Bring it to me from the window.”

A bowl of porridge was brought in. The porridge was very tasty, but unfortunately, I wasn’t in a good mood. Everything I ate felt like I was taking medicine.

When I was satisfied, I gave the bowl to the palace maid from the window. Then I moved the table away, opened the door, and went out to relieve myself.

I screamed when I came back.

I’ve really been forced into a half-mad state. Is there any way for me to do this?

Ask the palace maid to find me a Tranquil Heart Sutra and burn candles to copy it. Some of the words were even recognizable and could calm me down if I wanted to.

I’ve always believed that time will carry a lot of things with it.

This included sadness and happiness. When I wanted to cherish this, a bastard jumped out of nowhere and said, “I can’t beat him. I can’t run away. I can only kill him in anger and make him let me go.”

After being muddle-headed for three days, he wished that he could transform into a bear and slap Li Zimo until his brain was overflowing with juice.

For the past three days, he didn’t appear again. I secretly heaved a sigh of relief.

After writing down many Sutra of Tranquil Heart, he had the palace maids find a brazier and start a fire in the hall.

The palace maid wanted to tease me, so she smiled and said, “Miss Fu’s writing is really beautiful.”

“Hmph.” I squeezed through my nose.

“Miss Fu, is burning scriptures a blessing?”

“I won’t tell you.” It was a prayer that Li Zimo, who had killed thousands of enemies, would die and be reincarnated.