The Paranoid Tyrant’s Illness Got Worse Today - Chapter 20

If you want to fight to the death with the cultivators on the Star Chasing Platform, the most basic premise is that there must be a Star Chasing Platform, right?

Wei Jinzhao’s big hand was removed from Mei Xueyi’s eyes.

He hooked his back, lowered his head and stared at her with a hint of anger in his eyes.

“It will really spoil the scenery!” he said bitterly.

With such a disturbance to her, the cruelty and coldness in her heart all vanished.

The corners of Mei Xueyi’s lips curled up: “Let’s be honest. The Star Picking Platform is really not finished yet. Your Majesty must hurry up, otherwise the enemy will come, and Your Majesty will be embarrassed to stand on the blank.”

Wei Jinchao: “…” It seems that she is used to it.

“Your Majesty,” she raised her arms and wrapped her arms around the back of his neck, “what is the story in the book? Why does Your Majesty seem to have experienced it personally?”

Dark flames that she could not understand slowly floated in his black eyes.

“Queen, do you believe that life can be repeated?”

Mei Xueyi shook her head: “I don’t believe it.”

In that case, wouldn’t the world be in chaos?

His voice was completely hoarse again: “I don’t believe it myself, how dare you!”

Mei Xueyi: “?”

Jun Jun fell ill again and began to say things she couldn’t understand.

“Is His Majesty’s life all over again?” she asked.

He stared at her for a while: “what do you think?”

She thought about it seriously for a moment: “It’s like getting the script in advance. The script records the trajectory of life. Your Majesty cheated and rewrote the script. Therefore, everything that happened in the script can’t be taken seriously, because they It didn’t really happen.”

“You dare not admit to the good things you have done.” He threw down angrily and imprisoned her between his arms, “If you love me so much, you will die for me. But why do you always go with Shen Xiuzhu!”

Mei Xueyi: “…” It’s here again, it’s Shen Xiuzhu again, when she hears the name now, her whole body goes numb and her head goes numb.

She knew paranoia was a disease, and he was terminally ill.

Demon cultivators are more or less mentally abnormal, and they are often paranoid. As long as one thing is identified, it is the nine dragons that cannot be pulled back.

The man in front of him is a sick man.

It doesn’t make sense to reason with patients, and to deal with them, we must find another way.

“Your Majesty, I have a proposal I don’t know if I should say it or not…” Mei Xueyi’s eyes flickered.

There was a violent possessiveness in his black eyes, and his tone was instantly dangerous: “Speak.”

Mei Xueyi said a little embarrassedly, “Why don’t we take Shen Xiuzhu as our adopted son.”

Wei Jinchao: “???”

The handsome and unparalleled face twitched several times.

The long and narrow eyes were almost rounded.

Mei Xueyi smiled shyly: “In this case, even if he really takes me anywhere, it will be a mother’s kindness and filial piety, and the happiness of the family.”

Wei Jinchao: “…”

There is one word written on the beautiful face – stunned.

After a long while, he turned to the side and raised his wide sleeves to cover his face, revealing only the slightly throbbing blue veins on his forehead.

Mei Xueyi raised the corners of her lips slyly.

Taking advantage of this confusion, she got up, leaned lazily on the edge of the soft gold couch, picked up the book and turned to the last page.

There are indeed words.

King Wei and the queen died on the battlefield, and after a very long, very long blank, there was another narration of pornography.

Mei Xueyi just glanced at it quickly, and saw a lot of words that made her ears warm.

She secretly glanced at the faint-hearted gentleman who was still pretending to be dead, and then, cheekily, started from the first word.

Still the same as the previous few times, the brushstrokes are extremely wanton and wild, straightforward and enthusiastic.

It’s just that after watching for a long time, Mei Xueyi didn’t understand what the situation of the two protagonists in the script was.

Not memories of the past.

They are broken.

The collision was more intense than ever, the love and pain gushing out from the pages of the book, crashing into Mei Xueyi’s heart.

The pain becomes trivial, they exhausted everything and fell in love madly. In blood and fire, they love each other into their marrow and soul.

Pour everything, pour out the most fiery love to each other.

When Mei Xueyi read the last word, she found that Jun Jun quietly sat up at some point, and those dark and deep eyes stared at her without blinking.

Her heart was ‘pounding’ and her blood was cold.

She seemed familiar with this description.

He is speaking from the standpoint of his own feelings. In the chaotic and violent love tide, his description of his partner is very similar to her who has been blood-soaked by demons.

“Your Majesty… what is this paragraph?” She could almost feel her pupils contract and vibrate.

“Dream.” A faint smile appeared on the corner of his lips, “A dream. Mine. Does the queen like it?”

She pursed her lips: “It’s all pain between the lines, I don’t like it.”

“Don’t be afraid.” His big hand covered her eyes again, “I said, everything in the book will not happen.”

Mei Xueyi took his hand away and stared at him faintly: “Really?”

“It’s absolutely true.” The hoarse voice assured her solemnly.

“Your Majesty is the king. The king is one word.”

Wei Jinchao raised the corners of his lips, his ill anger shot into the sky: “Naturally!”

“Then…” Mei Xueyi exhaled maliciously at his Adam’s apple, “Those things in the script… Your Majesty won’t do it to me again, right?”

Wei Jinchao: “…”

Mei Xueyi proudly got up from the soft couch, reached out and picked up two berries, one between her soft and moist lips, the other handed to his beautiful, pale thin lips.

“Your Majesty eats berries~”

He opened his mouth and held the berries between his teeth, along with his fingertips.

The ice-cold porcelain-white teeth rubbed gently, her long and narrow eyes narrowed slightly, and she spit out a vague voice: “Understood, the queen is tired of those ordinary things. It will not be the same in the future.”

Mei Xueyi: “…” Did she mean that!

She reluctantly changed the topic: “The road is long, I am afraid that we are still on the way, and the cultivators have already arrived.”

Wei Jinchao smiled lightly: “If Qin Ji wants to be a human emperor, she must first quell the chaos of the vassal kings. Queen, just sit and watch the dog bite the dog.”

After a long while, he said in a low voice, “It’s not in vain that I threw so many meat buns to feed the dogs.”

Mei Xueyi: “…”

Again, money can make a ghost run the mill.

The Weiguo army was mighty and mighty, passed through the northern city, and returned to the Weiguo territory.

As expected, several Jinling vassal kings had no intention of attacking Wei Jinchao at all. They moved out of the way, and after the guards passed, they joined forces to kill the crumbling capital, pointing at Qin Ji.

Day by day, the intelligence caught up with the Wei Guo army heading north like snowflakes and fell into Mei Xueyi’s chariot.

After Zhao Runru was beheaded, Qin Ji was not sluggish, but became more and more excited. She has the ability to dominate the government alone, and she is not an incompetent person. She deliberately abandoned a child and a daughter in order to use them as stepping stones to help herself set foot on the road to heaven.

Now that Zhao Runru is dead, even if that person no longer takes their mother and daughter to heart, he will never tolerate his bloodline being killed by mere mortals.

As long as he sends someone down, Qin Ji will use this power to achieve her goals.

Soon…

Everything is in sight…

On this day, a Ganoderma lucidum immortal grass was packed in a jade box, and quickly brought it to Mei Xueyi.

She thought that Jun Jun would wait until he returned to the capital to start the matter, but he didn’t expect him to let her wait for a moment.

People are still on the road, and the fairy grass has been delivered.

She lifted the lid of the box and looked at the radiant Ganoderma lucidum. The light green wood aura was entangled in the plant, exuding a spiritual fragrance that Mei Xueyi felt pungent.

Spirit grass is a very common thing in the Immortal Realm. In the eyes of a great cultivator like Mei Xueyi, they are like mildew spots that are densely covered on the ground, and they are bad luck when you step on them.

But for mortals and monks, spirit grass is an excellent tonic.

She waved her hand: “Boil it, simmer it over a slow fire, and serve it when His Majesty returns.”

She lifted the curtain and looked out.

The giant siege vehicle, dragging Guan Wei, was driving at the end of the line. After traveling for several days, the monk still had inexhaustible energy. He rubbed and rolled around three meals a day, trying to break through the net cage. Anyway, Jindan Dzogchen monk’s body is not bad, and these mortals have nothing to do with him.

The Jiao Net tightly bound him, and the long rope made of three Jiao tendons tied the net bag to the siege vehicle.

Mei Xueyi looked at the ‘squeaking’ connection parts and frowned slightly.

When he turned his eyes, he saw the young calf with a green face coming on horseback.

He pursed his lips, and his two thick sword brows were twisted together, like the whiskers of a moth, very funny.

“My Queen!” he said with a sullen face, “My subordinates found that one of the Jiao tendons showed signs of wear and tear, and I’m afraid it will break soon!”

Mei Xueyi asked, “Can’t I use a few from other places?”

The young general lowered his voice: “Now this cultivator finds that he can’t break free, and the daily flutter is just a routine. If he sees hope, he must roll with all his strength!”

Mei Xueyi nodded and pondered.

“How expensive are the tendons!” The young general sighed, “Wear a little bit, it’s like cutting the flesh of your subordinates!”

Mei Xueyi: “…”

She was raised too much by Huo Jun, so she didn’t feel much distressed about money, but breaking her tendons was a trouble after all.

In case Guan Fei runs away when replacing the Jiaojin…

Thinking of that scene, a cocoon was jumping in front of him to escape for his life, and a group of soldiers of the Wei Kingdom chased after him to capture it—it was really too hot for the eyes!

“I’ll deal with it.” She stepped out of the chariot.

“This person can’t get enough oil and salt, let him stop jumping, he will jump even more!” The young calf frowned in annoyance, “It’s useless to say anything!”

Mei Xueyi smiled and rode on a small horse with a nephrite saddle, leisurely pacing towards Guan Fei.

The siege vehicle had just run over several large mud pits, and Guan Wei was splashed with mud, and looked at the sky in a daze.

“What an immortal!” Mei Xueyi sneered, “When you came to threaten me that day, did you ever think that I would be today? Why, you can’t stand still, do you need someone to drag you away?”

Guan Wei moved his eyelids, glanced at her, and the muscles at the corners of his eyes twitched uncomfortably.

After a long while, he snorted coldly through his nostrils: “I just like to lie down like this.”

Mei Xueyi sneered: “Do you love to roll in the mud, what kind of immortal, I think you are a loach and turned into a spirit.”

Guan Wei widened his eyes: “Where to lie is not lying? I’m glad you can manage it!”

“Ha!” Mei Xueyi sneered, “The loach essence is the loach essence, the mud can’t support the wall, there is clearly a clean and cool place…”

She covered her lips, as if annoyed by the slip of the tongue.

Guan Wei followed her line of sight and looked under the siege log.

Really clean and cool place.

He picked up his muddy eyebrows, raised his eyebrows and said, “Oh, thank you Queen for reminding me.”

The cocoon jumped, jumped in, and lay still.

The young calf opened his mouth in a daze, his eyes almost popping out.

This is… too obedient!

The sky was getting dark, and Mei Xueyi could hear the coughing sound of Shun Jun from a distance.

The maid brought in the Ganoderma lucidum soup stewed on the gilt small medicine stove and put it on the desk.

Mei Xueyi glanced at the bowl of Immortal Dew, a subtle embarrassment surging in her heart. Even if the purpose of treating his body is to obtain more benefits from him, it is the first time that a demon who can only kill people cares about a person with practical actions.

She pinched her nails uncomfortably.

He got in the car.

Sitting beside her, he was suffocated by the fragrant warm air, he couldn’t help but bowed his back and coughed again.

When he stopped, she handed him the jade bowl.

“Your Majesty, drink it.”

He looked down, took a slight sniff, and avoided her: “Drink yourself.”

She stared at him for a while, then raised the jade bowl with her slender hands, took a small mouthful of Lingzhi soup in her mouth, and slowly leaned forward to approach him.

The red lips were slightly different, and the blue dew between the lips and teeth was looming, and it was brought to his lips.

“Your Majesty, you really don’t want to drink?” The dark voice was very charming.

His eyes darkened quickly, and his Adam’s apple rolled heavily.

“…drink.”