"So, when is the queen planning to leave me?"
He took a step closer, and a dark color melted in his eyes.
The smile on his lips was gentle and ethereal, and the moonlight reflected his cold white face, making him look like an immortal, more like a ghost.
A warm hand secretly touched the side of her neck.
Mei Xueyi cautiously grasped his cold hand and wrapped his fingers with her warm and soft palm to prevent him from suddenly breaking her neck.
"Shen Xiuzhu has no redeeming qualities." She led him and carefully moved further away from the edge of the platform, "Why should I follow him?"
"I also want to know why." No emotion could be seen clearly in his deep black eyes. He spoke very slowly, almost every word.
"I don't like him." She pursed her red lips.
He smiled: "I know."
"Then why should I go with him?"
"Yes. Queen, tell me, why?" He asked, but it didn't look like he wanted to get the answer from her.
He leaned over slightly, as if he was planning to pick her up and throw her off the edge of the high platform at any moment.
Mei Xueyi sighed helplessly.
She knew that there was no way to reason with people who had brain problems.
"Your Majesty, let's go back to the palace first." She gently held his arm through the thin black robe, "You can come out wearing this!"
"Do you feel bad?" He curled his lips slightly.
"Um."
"Ha." He smiled faintly, obviously not believing it.
He raised his hand and gently stroked her eyelids: "The way you look at me is without love."
Mei Xueyi: "..."
This Hunjun is so interesting. He himself knows that people are being summoned into the palace by his imperial edict. It would be great if they can be flattered, but he also requires love in his eyes? It would be too much to force someone into a difficult situation.
But he is a tyrant and a coward, so of course he can do whatever he wants.
Forget it, such a trivial matter can't trouble her.
She took off her velvet cloak with her backhand and put it around his shoulders.
He frowned slightly and raised his hand to stop him.
"Put it back on yourself." He said coldly.
She pursed her lips and smiled, raising her hand.
The velvet cloak flew down the corner of the high platform like a huge thick snowflake.
"Your Majesty is suffering from the cold. Instead of feeling uncomfortable in my heart, it would be better to suffer the cold with you." She raised her arms and spun around in the falling snow.
Her slim figure was wrapped in a snow-white gauze tunic. She was like a piece of snow, straying into the world from the sky.
His dark and deep pupils trembled heavily unconsciously.
Just as Mei Xueyi was about to turn around again, the world suddenly spun around and she fell into the man's arms which were not wide but very strong.
He hugged her tightly and gritted his teeth in her ear, as if he didn't know what to do with her: "Mei Xueyi... Mei Xueyi!"
"Your Majesty."
After just a moment, her voice trembled with cold.
She broke out of his arms, took two steps back, bowed down, took off her fur boots and threw them off the platform, then turned around and threw herself into his arms: "Your Majesty doesn't believe that I feel sorry for you, then I will be as cold as your Majesty!"
He stared at her, something in his eyes gradually melting away.
The corners of her delicate lips raised a little, and her voice was hoarse: "It doesn't matter if you are fake, but you'd better lie to me for the rest of your life."
Mei Xueyi trembled slightly in his arms and thought to herself: "It won't take a lifetime. When I regain my strength, I will definitely climb on top of your head and dance!" '
The soft and warm body quickly cools down the stiffness.
He smiled, picked her up, and walked down the star-catching platform step by step.
Mei Xueyi nestled on his chest, shivering with cold.
When she saw him running around in the snow wearing a single robe and no shoes, she underestimated the power of the severe cold.
It's so cold!
Why isn't he cold
She raised her eyes and saw a towering black platform behind him, with a full moon hanging on a corner of the platform, just covering his back. He raised his chin slightly, like a jade statue reflected in the moon. Cold and perfect, the arc glowed with a clear cold light.
As soon as she returned to Chaomu Palace, Mei Xueyi fell ill.
This body was more fragile than she imagined and easily caught the wind and cold.
He hugged her and breathed heavily.
He placed her frozen little hands on his heart.
She felt his body temperature transfer to her bit by bit. He was like a lamp that was about to go out, but all the light shone on her body.
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He suppressed his coughing, and his breathing would become unusually short from time to time.
If you're not careful, you might mistakenly think that he loves her with all his heart.
Actually... he is just sick. What he loved was neither her blood-clothed devil nor the beautiful lady Mei Xueyi. He had already been building the Morning and Evening Palace and the Star-catching Platform. He just built a nest for his 'beloved wife' and then paranoidly regarded her as his beloved wife.
If one day he recovers from his illness, he may be colder than any other man in the world.
After her body warmed up a little, she felt light-headed and sleepy.
She leaned against him drowsily, looking for something to say lazily: "Does Your Majesty miss the Queen Mother and the late King?"
At this moment, his mood was calm, like a deep ocean without waves.
"No." He said, "Leave the country and the country to me, and they can let go and travel around the world. I originally thought that my mother would have regrets and reluctance when she passed away. In fact, she had long been looking forward to being reunited with her father. I left No less than her."
Mei Xueyi: "..." That's not what Yin Ling said.
Her hands quietly sneaked into his tunic, touching his cold and hard body one after another: "However, Your Majesty loves me so much, wastes time and money for me, and even goes to war for me. The late King and the Queen Mother knew each other well. , must be uneasy."
He raised a big hand and pressed her head: "If they believe in me, they will only live in peace and happiness. If there are any resentful ghosts and undead, it must be those old guys Ma Chongshan and Jiang Dexing."
Mei Xueyi raised her face and narrowed her misty eyes to look at him.
There was a sneer on his lips, and he told her in a sinister tone that in recent years, he had used the construction of palaces and mausoleums to kill several ministers of civil and military affairs who openly opposed it, and reduced their bones to ashes, suppressing them. Under the star platform. There are really ghosts, and they are also these old ghosts who are making trouble.
Mei Xueyi: "..."
She had underestimated this foolish king before, but his brutality was enough to go down in history.
"Afraid?" He lowered his eyes and stared at her intently.
She looked at him faintly, with a nasal voice, and said half-truthfully: "I'm not afraid. But Your Majesty, you have to be careful. You might as well one day do justice to the people and kill you with my own hands... Foolish king."
She knew where his weakness was. Saying such words would not only not make him angry, but would actually arouse his interest.
He came closer and said in a deep voice: "Life is yours, just take it."
He clasped her fingers and tilted his head to kiss her.
Touching her hot breath, he hesitated, moved his thin lips, and placed a feather-light kiss on her forehead.
"Sleep," he said, "and when you wake up, you will be cured."
He watched her sleep without blinking.
Mei Xueyi fell asleep in a daze and felt someone feeding cool liquid into her mouth.
She took a sip subconsciously and tasted a very special and fragrant taste.
He was stunned for a moment, his heart suddenly stagnated, and then it beat wildly in his chest.
She will never forget this taste!
That time was the most dangerous crisis she had ever encountered.
Mu Wanwan, the Holy Master of the Eastern Continent, used some unknown means to hide the most pure spiritual fluid in the demon pill of a thousand-year-old demon dragon.
After Mei Xueyi killed the demon dragon, she habitually swallowed the demon pill and refined it.
The result was successful. She is a demon cultivator, and the demonic breath of the demonic cultivator is incompatible with the spiritual energy of the immortal way. If she accidentally drinks the pure spiritual liquid, it will be like a righteous monk being empowered by the demonic energy.
It can range from going crazy, to being killed on the spot.
Lord Dongsheng carefully planned this situation. When Mei Xueyi's accident happened, all three puppets were moved away from him.
She was alone, enduring the heart-gnawing pain of spiritual poison, and faced the eight thousand Immortal Sect members personally led by Eastern Saint Master Mu Wanwan.
That battle was described as dark, dark, and dark.
The special and fragrant spiritual fragrance, like bone-cutting poison, lingered in her body and soul.
She had given up hope of surviving that time. She was burdened with a lot of blood debt anyway, and she would not suffer any loss no matter how she died.
Unexpectedly, Dongshengzhu Mu Wanwan's luck was so bad.
It was a foolproof situation to slay demons, but unexpectedly, he bumped into the underworld and the underworld at night. The gate of Jiuyou opened, and the cold wind and cold fire escaped, using the spiritual veins of the cultivators as fuel. Wherever they passed, the cultivators were ignited one by one and turned into candles burning with green cold flames.
Even Mu Wanwan, the Lord of the East Saint, was not spared and had to cut off his arm to get rid of the entanglement of the ghostly fire.
Jiuyou Lenghuo has no interest in Mei Xueyi, a demon cultivator.
While the battlefield was filled with howls of ghosts and wolves, Mei Xueyi managed to escape the siege with her seriously injured body.
It took hundreds of years for her to completely eliminate the spiritual poison from her body.
The taste of spiritual energy is truly unforgettable!
At this moment, she was so ill that she felt groggy. When she tasted this taste again, she could only press her lips tightly with all her strength and refuse to take the poison.
'Hunjun, if you don't come back, your Demon Queen will be gone! "Mei Xueyi's struggle was pitifully weak.
Her heart was beating violently, and she wanted to open her eyes to see, but her eyelids felt like weights were weighing on them, and she couldn't open them no matter what.
The other party tried several times and found that her resistance was very determined, so he took back the spoon.
Mei Xueyi breathed a sigh of relief.
Immediately, a pair of warm lips came up to her, using extremely skillful techniques to pry open her lips and teeth, and fed the medicine into her mouth, sealing her resistance and making her swallow it.
Mei Xueyi: "..."
who is it! Don't hesitate to die with her!
After several mouth-to-mouth feedings, she finally opened her eyes.
Hunjun was raising the bowl and taking a small sip of the medicine into his mouth.
he? !
She used all her strength to knock the bowl out of his hand.
"Why do you want to hurt me..." She stared at him sadly.
Wasn't she comforted yesterday? Why did he still take advantage of her illness to kill her
He looked at her strangely, suppressing a smile and coughing: "Ahem... Queen, a three-year-old child who takes medicine is not as desperate as you!"
Mei Xueyi complained with tears in her eyes: "What you gave me was obviously poison."
"How could it be poison!" Hun Jun said, "This is the Ganoderma lucidum grass paid tribute by Yingzhou in the East China Sea. It is said to have the effect of bringing the dead back to life."
Mei Xueyi reacted belatedly.
She is no longer a demon cultivator now, and spiritual energy is no longer a poison to her, but a great tonic.
“…”
She found that her health was improving rapidly.
She looked at him melancholy: "Are you going to use the elixir that can bring the dead back to life to treat colds and colds?"
He said matter-of-factly: "If he can't even cure Xiao Feng Han, then I should ask him about his crime of deceiving the king!"
Mei Xueyi: "..."
I don’t know how to refute for a moment