The Paranoid Tyrant’s Illness Got Worse Today

Chapter 1: Very much to my liking

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Mei Xueyi is dying.

Consciousness becomes very light.

As her body and soul disintegrated, the pain that had accompanied her through the long years gradually disappeared into nothingness.

She used to practice the Heavenly Demon Blood Relief Technique. From her skin and flesh to her organs and soul, everything was constantly decomposing and merging. As long as she lived for a day, the severe pain was like a gangrene attached to the bones, tormenting her forever.

Pain that ordinary people cannot imagine is rewarded with supreme cultivation.

She has a title, called the Blood-clothed Demon.

First, because she has so many enemies, they always come to die like moths to a flame, constantly adding color to her clothes. The second reason is that her body is breaking apart at any time, and no matter what color of clothes she wears, she will eventually be stained red by the oozing demon blood.

does it worth

On the verge of death, consciousness becomes less clear. She had somewhat forgotten how she had embarked on such an unprecedented and ruthless path in the first place.

why

Can not remember.

She only remembered that she was invincible in the world with magical powers, traveling across the four continents of the Immortal Realm, making the so-called righteous and famous sects fearful.

Every day, countless people curse her to die.

However, in the end it was she who defeated the four holy masters of the Immortal Realm, and it was she who killed the guardians of the realm of life and death and embarked on the road to heaven.

But when I picked the Heavenly Dao Fruit and was one step closer to shattering the void and becoming a god, something happened...

Maybe it was because heaven did not tolerate evil spirits, or maybe the end of her body had reached its end. In short, she failed to ascend successfully, but both her body and mind were destroyed.

She only remembered that she put her hand on the Tao Fruit that contained endless power and acquiesced to some wish. Later, there was only a white light left in front of her eyes.

She died, disintegrated bit by bit, and returned to heaven and earth. She didn't feel any regrets. The only discomfort was that there seemed to be a big piece of empty space in her heart, and there was a dull pain. She thought about it carefully but found nothing.

She is not afraid of going to hell. Those legendary pains of purgatory are nothing to her.

The consciousness is wandering and shaky.

She gradually felt heat and a bit of tearing pain.

'A mountain of swords and a sea of fire? Nothing more. '

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

Her consciousness condensed a little, and she vaguely felt that something was not right.

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

She tried to open her eyes.

If she saw some kind of mountain of corpses, blood, sea monsters, ghosts, and hell in front of her, she wouldn't be surprised at all. However, what she saw in front of her made her pupils shrink violently, and it felt like a thunder fell above her head!

Her hair stood on end, her whole body felt numb, and her heartbeat stopped.

She, who should have been completely destroyed physically and mentally, was actually lying on a soft and comfortable bed at this moment. A very young man was crouching above, staring at her with his narrow and beautiful eyes, his eyes were fanatical and paranoid, and his possessiveness was solidified in his bottomless black pupils, as intense as ink.

The cold moonlight marked his outline, with a faint smile on the corners of his delicate lips, his cheeks were slightly sunken, and there was a gloomy sick air on his face.

His appearance is so good that even Dong Sheng Lord, who is known as the most beautiful man in the fairyland, is inferior to him.

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

What was very inconsistent with his frail appearance was what he was doing at the moment.

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

Along with his movements, a richer and more mysterious fragrance emanated from his body, making people breathless and frightened.

His warmth infected her, and he controlled everything, turning his hands into clouds and turning his hands into rain.

Mei Xueyi took a breath of cold air and held back the words that almost blurted out in time.

The blood-clothed demon has never been violated like this!

She secretly practiced her kung fu and found that her whole body felt heavy, her limbs were weak, and she could not sense any demonic energy in her body. There is only darkness in the inner vision, and there is no Hailingtai. The soul is confused and ignorant, and is tightly bound by the physical body. The demon blood no longer boils, and the never-ending pain no longer exists.

She tried to break free skillfully, but found that she couldn't break free from his grasp.

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

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

His voice was a bit hoarse, the kind that was damaged by a long cough, but it had a very good foundation, and the textured deep tone paired with this sick voice was really charming.

Mei Xueyi: "..."

She remained calm and glanced at her hands.

The skin is tender and fair, the bones are like nephrite, and the nails are round and smooth. The wrist is so slender that it looks as if it could break at a moment's notice. The wrist bones are small and beautiful, and you can tell from a glance that they have never been subjected to any training.

These are not her hands. This weak body is not hers.

She, Mei Xueyi, the blood-clothed devil, has resurrected through a corpse, and the timing of this reappearance is a bit hard to describe.

She calmed down and quickly assessed the situation in front of her.

The other party calls her lonely and widowed, and calls her queen, so this is a human emperor and a husband of her status. At this moment, all the magic power has been dissipated, and the way forward is unclear. He must lie dormant and hide, and no one can see the flaws.

Although he has no experience in love between men and women, what kind of scene has he not seen with the bloody-robed devil

Mei Xueyi composed herself, her eyes flickered, and she said shyly: "How are you, my lord?"

This voice is soft and sweet, and now her breathing is erratic and out of breath. She looks like a demon queen who is bringing disaster to the country. Mei Xueyi herself felt her scalp go numb when she heard this voice.

A flash of astonishment flashed in his black eyes, and the corners of his mouth froze slightly.

The atmosphere was stagnant for a moment, then he suddenly chuckled and said in a hoarse voice: "They say that the daughter of Mei Shilang is dignified and graceful. I never thought that she has a unique charm between the bed and the bed, which suits me very well."

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

Mei Xueyi thought in confusion: 'This man looks weak and thin, but he never imagined that his strength is so amazing... When I regain my strength, should I include him in the harem, or simply make him a blood puppet? In any case, I must not let those old thieves in the fairyland know about what happened today, otherwise I don’t know how to laugh at me! '

She is a blood-clothed devil, a big devil who can stop children from crying at night, but she has fallen into such a situation.

His breathing sounded deep in her ears, and he seemed tireless. There was a dark fire in his eyes that she couldn't understand, as if he wanted to rub her into his bones and blood.

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He seemed to be madly in love with her.

Her heartbeat was getting faster and faster, there was no longer severe pain in her organs and body, and her perception of everything around her was a thousand times clearer and more acute. His temperature, his quiet aura, his unscrupulousness... were all terrible.

She tried to push him away.

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

Her heartbeat stagnated slightly.

Who knows what his name is

Fortunately, he didn't insist anymore. His thin lips brushed across her cheek. He tilted his head slightly, preparing to kiss her.

She subconsciously turned her head to avoid it.

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

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

I don't know how long he had been ups and downs, but he finally let her go.

He stood up, put on a moon-white robe, wrapped her in the satin quilt, picked her up horizontally, and strode out of the palace.

She was like a little flower that had been damaged by the wind and rain, nestling weakly in his arms, with her eyes half-open and half-closed, looking around calmly.

At first glance, the dormitory hall looks unremarkable, but if you look closely, you will find that the floor is paved with white jade bricks, the hall walls are sapphire walls, the lamps are glazed lamps, and the gauze is a shark gauze curtain. The top of the hall is inlaid with large, round pearls, which evenly and softly scatter the light of the candlelight in the hall to every corner. It turned out that what she just saw was not moonlight, but pearlescent light.

The floor-to-ceiling wooden windows are made of carved rosewood on one side.

Mei Xueyi secretly said: "Hunjun, you are rich." '

After leaving the main hall, I found snow falling outside. She was wrapped in a satin quilt, but she wasn't cold. His clothes were not pulled up, and his chest was slightly open. A snowflake drifted under his collarbone, causing him to cough twice and his pale cheeks flushed.

Mei Xueyi secretly added: 'Pretentious. '

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

Your Highness's two trees are not real trees, but crystal clear jade trees. Each petal of the winter plum is carved from pure jade. At a glance, the low-key and gorgeous jade color is dazzling.

The king leaned slightly, and his hoarse voice sounded close to her ear: "The plum blossoms today will never wither, just like you and me, year after year."

A huge full moon hangs on the eaves opposite. The cold moonlight sets off the snowy scene, making it look like a fairyland.

Mei Xueyi moved her lips and realized that she really didn't have the strength to speak, so she leaned against him softly, her eyes as charming as silk, and continued to play the role of the coy queen.

She thought: 'Perhaps I should send him to hell to live with his true beloved wife year after year. '

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

The palace attendants on both sides lowered their heads, not daring to look directly.

When he came to the corridor, his steps suddenly stopped, and he raised his chin twice towards the corner of the courtyard, gesturing for her to look.

Mei Xueyi turned her head and saw a snowman kneeling in the snow. She couldn't tell whether he was dead or alive.

He smiled softly and said, "The personal maid you brought into the palace."

Mei Xueyi asked him casually: "What did you commit?"

He lowered his head, his eyes dark and unfathomable: "I am a matchmaker for others, with the intention of causing chaos in the palace."

"Oh..." It sounded serious.

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

His tone was a little weird: "Why don't you plead for her?"

"Why are you asking for mercy?" She asked lazily without opening her eyes.

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

Mei Xueyi: "..."

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