The Paranoid Tyrant’s Illness Got Worse Today - Chapter 1

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: “…”