Mei Xueyi is dying.

Consciousness becomes very light.

As the body and the soul fell apart, the pain that had accompanied her through the long years also turned into nothingness.

She used to practice the great blood solution of the Heavenly Devil, from skin and flesh to viscera and then to the primordial spirit, everything is constantly decomposing and fusing. As long as she lives for one day, the pain will be like bone gangrene, which will torment her forever.

The pain that ordinary people can't imagine is exchanged for supreme cultivation.

She has an honorable name, called a blood-clothed demon.

One is because she has too many enemies, they always come to die like moths to the fire, constantly adding color to her clothes. The second is because her body is cracking at any time, no matter what color clothes she wears, she will eventually be stained red by the oozing magic blood.

does it worth?

On the verge of death, consciousness became less clear. She had forgotten a bit, how could she have embarked on such a ruthless road before.

why?

Can not remember.

She only remembered that she was invincible in the world with magic skills, spreading across the four continents of the fairyland, making those so-called righteous and famous doors frightened.

Every day, don't know how many people are cursing her to die.

However, in the end, she defeated the four great saints of the immortal realm, and also killed the guardians of life and death, and embarked on the road to heaven.

It's just that when was picking the Dengtian Taoist fruit in hand, and was just one step away from shattering the void into a god, something went wrong...

Maybe it's that the way of heaven doesn't tolerate evil spirits, or that her dead body has come to an end. In short, she failed to ascend successfully, but was destroyed.

She only remembered what she had acquiesced by putting her hand on the group of Tao fruit that contained endless power, and later, only a white light was left in front of her eyes.

She died, disintegrated little by little, and returned to heaven and earth. She didn't feel any regrets, the only discomfort was that she was missing a large piece in her heart. There was a little dull pain, but after careful consideration, there was nothing.

She is not afraid of going to hell, those legendary sufferings of purgatory are nothing to her.

Consciousness wandered, swayed.

She gradually felt the heat, and there was a bit of tearing pain.

‘Is it a sea of ​​fire? But so. ’

Compared with the severe pain she suffers every day and night, the ‘penalty’ at this moment is like a drizzle on the body in the early spring.

A little bit of condensed consciousness, she faintly felt something was wrong.

There was a big empty space in her heart, something was missing, and at the same time, a sense of fulfillment that had never been experienced was attacking her nerves strongly. A quiet and special smell swept over her, overwhelming and pervasive. Strange and familiar.

She tried to open her eyes.

If there was some corpse mountain, blood, sea, demon, ghost, evil hell in front of her, she wouldn't be surprised at all, but everything in front of her had caused her pupils to shrink violently, as if a thunder fell above her head!

She has cold hair standing upright, her body is numb, and her heart is stagnant.

She, who was supposed to be distraught, was lying on a soft and comfortable bed at this moment. A very young man was lying on top of her. His narrow and long eyes looked at her in a straightforward manner. His eyes were fanatical and paranoid, and his possessiveness was frozen in the deep. In the dark pupils that see the bottom, they are as strong as ink.

The cold moonlight imprinted his outline, the corners of his delicate lips were hooked with a smile that seemed to be nonexistent, his cheeks were slightly sunken, and there was a gloomy sickness on his face.

His appearance is so good that even the Eastern Saint Lord, who is known as the first beautiful man in the fairyland, is inferior to him by three points.

She hadn't seen this face, but because of her beauty, she had the illusion that she had encountered it in a dream.

What is extremely inconsistent with his sickly appearance is his actions at the moment.

He clasped her tightly in his arms, touching her skin in a strong posture.

Accompanied by the ups and downs of his body, a more dense and strange fragrance radiated from his body, making it difficult to breathe and frightening.

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

Mei Xueyi sucked in a cold breath, and in time pressed the cry that almost blurted out.

The blood-clothed demon, has never been so...violated!

She secretly worked, and found that her body was heavy, her limbs were weak, and she couldn't sense any magical breath in her body. There was only darkness in his internal vision, without seeing Hailingtai, the primordial spirit was confused and ignorant, and was firmly bound by the flesh-body. The devil blood no longer boils, and the pain that never ceases to exist no longer exists.

She tried to earn it very skillfully, and found that she couldn't get rid of his grip at all.

She didn't have any strength on her body, and her posture was completely unfavorable to her.

He stopped and stared at her condescendingly, with a nasty smile on his lips, and said slowly: "Why, are you lonely to serve a good queen?"

His voice is a bit hoarse, it is the kind of voice that has been broken by a long cough, but the foundation is very good, and the low-quality low-quality voice is matched with this sick voice, and it is unexpected.

Mei Xueyi: "..."

She calmly 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 breaks when it is broken, and the wrist bones are small and beautiful.

This is not her hand. The body of this weak chir doesn't belong to her.

She, the blood-clothed demon Mei Xueyi, has resurrected from the corpse, and the timing of this resurrection is a bit hard to say.

She slowed down and quickly judged the situation in front of her.

The other party called her a lonely widow and called her queen, so this is a personal emperor, a husband of her identity. At this moment, the magic power is scattered, and the way forward is unknown. It must be hibernated and hidden, so that no one can see the flaws.

Although he has no experience in the love of men and women, what scenes have you never seen in the dignified blood-clothed demon?

Mei Xueyi settled down, her eyes flickered, and she said shyly, "My lord, you are good or bad."

This pair of voices is soft and sweet. At this moment, his breath is unstable, and he can't catch his breath. It's a natural evil queen. When Mei Xueyi heard this voice herself, she felt that her scalp was crisp.

A flash of astonishment flashed in his black eyes.

The atmosphere stagnated for a while, he suddenly chuckled, and said dumbly: "It is said that Fang Shuya, the daughter of the assistant minister, never thought that there is a special style between the bed and the bed, which suits my intentions."

After all, he slapped her into his arms and acted recklessly.

This time he even let go of his hands and feet completely, which instantly broke her breath.

Mei Xueyi thought vaguely: ‘This man looks sick and thin, and never thought that his strength was so amazing...After I regained my strength, should I take him into the harem or just make him a blood puppet? In any case, today’s matter must not be known to those immortal thieves, otherwise I don’t know how to laugh at me! ’

The sound of his breathing fell deep in her ears, and he seemed to be tireless, his eyes flashed with a dark fire that she couldn't understand, as if to rub her into the blood.

Her heartbeat is getting faster and faster, there is no severe pain in her viscera, her perception of everything around her is more clear and keen a thousand times, his hot temperature, his quiet breath, and his unbridled love...It's really terrible.

Even if she has no feelings for him, the body still responds to him very honestly.

The strange feeling shocked her.

She tried to push him away.

He covered her ears, exhaling in a low voice: "Call my name... and I will spare you."

Her heart beat slightly.

The ghost knows his name?

Fortunately, he did not continue to insist, and his thin lips crossed her cheek, he tilted his head slightly, ready to kiss her.

She turned her head to avoid it subconsciously.

When the kiss fell through, he paused for a moment, and sneered and grabbed her fiercely.

Mei Xueyi, who had come back from the dead, fought back and forth again and again.

I don't know how long it has been up and down, he finally let her go.

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

She is like a small flower that has been torn by wind and rain, nestling softly in his arms, her eyes half-open and half-closed, and she looks around calmly.

The sleeping hall looks mediocre at first glance, but a closer look reveals that the floor is covered with white jade bricks, the walls of the hall are sapphire walls, the lamps are glazed lamps, and the gauze is a shark gauze tent. On the top of the temple are large round pearls, which evenly and softly diffuse the light of the candle in the temple to every corner. It turned out that what she saw just now was not moonlight, but pearly light.

The floor-to-ceiling wooden window is a full-face carved red sandalwood.

Mei Xueyi secretly said: ‘Faint Lord, rich. ’

Out of the hall, found snow floating outside. She was wrapped in a satin quilt, but it was not cold. His shirt was not closed, his chest was slightly open, a piece of snow drifted under his collarbone, coughing agitatedly, and his pale cheeks flushed.

Mei Xueyi secretly added: ‘pretentious. ’

The two trees under your Royal Highness are not real trees, but crystal clear jade trees. Each petal of the plum is carved from pure jade. At first glance, the low-key and dazzling jade color is dazzling.

The king leaned 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."

A huge round moon hung on the opposite corner of the eaves, the cold moonlight lining the snow scene, better than a fairyland.

Mei Xueyi moved her lips, realizing that she really didn't have much energy to speak, so she leaned on him softly, winking like silk, and continued to play the role of the coy and pet queen.

She thought: ‘Perhaps I should send him to Jiuyou Huangquan, with his true beloved wife year after year. ’

Along the corridor of His Royal Highness, he hugged her and walked towards the side hall on the left.

The palace men on the left and right bowed 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, motioning her to look.

Mei Xueyi tilted her head to look and saw a snowman kneeling in the snow, unable to see whether it was alive or dead.

He smiled softly and said, "The close-fitting maid you brought into the palace."

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

He lowered his head, his eyes gloomy and unpredictable: "Matching bridges for others, with the intent to mess up the palace."

"Oh..." It sounded serious.

Mei Xueyi retracted her gaze, closed her eyes, and continued to recuperate on vacation.

His tone was a little weird: "Don't you plead for her."

"Why ask for love?" 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 was suffocated for a while.

Mei Xueyi: "..."