"So, when does the queen plan to leave me?"

He took a step closer, the darkness in his eyes turned away.

The smile on his lips was gentle and misty, and the moonlight reflected on his cold white face, like a banal fairy, more like a yin spirit.

A temperatureless hand secretly stroked her side neck.

Mei Xueyi cautiously grasped his cold hand and wrapped his five fingers with her warm and soft palm to prevent him from breaking her neck suddenly.

"Shen Xiuzhu has nothing to do with it." She led him, carefully moving further away from the edge of the high platform, "Why should I follow him?"

"I also want to know why." He couldn't see any emotions in the deep black eyes, and he spoke very slowly, almost every word.

"I don't like him." She pursed her ruddy lips.

He smiled: "I know."

"Then why should I go with him?"

"Yes. Queen, tell me why?" He asked, but he didn't seem to want an answer from her.

He leaned over slightly, as if he was going to hug her sideways and throw her off the edge of the high platform at any time.

Mei Xueyi sighed helplessly.

She knew that there was no way to reason with people who had problems with their brains.

"Your Majesty, let's go back to the palace first." Through the thin black robe, she gently grabbed his arm, "You can come out if you wear it like this!"

"Do you feel bad?" He curled his lips slightly.

"Ok."

"Heh." He smiled faintly, obviously not believing it.

He raised his hand and stroked her eyelids lightly: "Look at my eyes, there is no love."

Mei Xueyi: "..."

This faint monarch is really interesting. He himself knows that people are forcibly called into the palace by his imperial decree. It is good to be able to greet them with a sigh, and he also requires love in his eyes? It's hard to avoid.

But he is a tyrant, a faint prince, and of course he can do whatever he wants.

Forget it, such a small matter can't trouble her.

She took off the edelweiss from her backhand and looped it around his shoulder.

He frowned slightly and raised his hand to stop.

"Put it back yourself." He said coldly.

She pursed her lips and smiled, raising her hand.

The Edelweiss Greatcloak flew down a corner of the high platform like a huge thick snowflake.

"Your Majesty suffers from the cold. Rather than feel uncomfortable in my heart, I'd better stay with you in the cold." She raised her arms and whirled in the snow.

She has a slender figure wrapped in a snow-white shark veil. She is like a piece of snow, strayed into the world from the sky.

His dark and deep pupils trembled unconsciously.

Mei Xueyi was about to turn around again, suddenly the sky was spinning, and she fell into the man's not broad but very powerful embrace.

He hugged her tightly, gritted his teeth in her ears, as if he didn't know what to do with her: "Mei Xueyi...Mei Xueyi!"

"His Majesty."

Only for a moment, her voice trembled with cold.

She broke out of his embrace, took two steps back, bowed, took off her fur boots and dropped the high platform, then turned back and threw into his arms: "Your Majesty does not believe that I feel distressed, then I will be as cold as your Majesty!"

He stared at her, something gradually disappearing in his eyes.

The corners of the delicate lips were slightly raised, and the voice was hoarse: "It doesn't matter if you are false, but you'd better lie to me for the rest of your life."

Mei Xueyi shivered slightly in his arms, and said in his heart: ‘It won’t take a lifetime, when I regain my strength, I must climb on top of your head and dance! ’

The soft and warm body quickly cools down and becomes stiff.

He pursed his lips and smiled, picked her up, and walked down the star picking station step by step.

Mei Xueyi nestled on his chest, trembling with cold.

Seeing him wearing a single robe and running around in the snow without shoes, she underestimated the power of the severe cold.

It's so cold!

Why is he not cold?

She raised her eyes and saw that behind him was a tall black platform, and a round moon hung on a corner of the platform, just covering his back. He raised his jaw slightly, like a jade statue reflected on the moon. The ice is perfect, and the arc is glowing with cold light.

As soon as he returned to Chaomu Palace, Mei Xueyi fell ill.

This body was more fragile than she had imagined, and easily caught the wind chill.

He put his arms around her, breathing extremely hard.

He put her little frozen hands to his heart.

She felt a trace of his body temperature surrender to her, he himself was a lamp that was about to go out, but all the light was shining on her.

He forced a cough, and his breathing became unusually short from time to time.

If you don't pay attention, you will mistakenly think that he is loving her when he is exhausted.

Actually... he was just sick. What he loves is neither her blood-clothed demon, nor is it her lady Mei Xueyi. He had been building the Chaomu Palace and the Star Harvesting Platform a long time ago. He just built a nest for his'loving wife', and then treated her paranoidly as his beloved wife.

If he gets better one day, he may be even colder than any man in the world.

After her body warmed up a bit, she felt top-heavy, and she felt sleepy.

She leaned groggyly on him, lazily looking for words: "Does your majesty miss the queen mother and the first king?"

At the moment he was calm, like a waveless deep ocean.

"No." He said, "Give me the Jiangshan Sheji, and they can let go of Taixu. I thought that when my mother passed away, there would be regrets and reluctances, but in fact, she had long been looking forward to reuniting with my father. I stayed. No less than her."

Mei Xueyi: "..." Yin Ling said otherwise.

Her hand sneaked into his shirt, and touched his cold and hard body one after another: "But, your Majesty spoils me like this, and he will do a lot of money for me, and he will also fight for me. The king and the queen dowager know well. , I must be disturbed."

He raised a big hand and pressed her head: "They believe in me, they will only feel at ease. If there are any grievances, it must be the old things Ma Chongshan and Jiang Dexing."

Mei Xueyi raised her face and narrowed her eyes to look at him.

With a sneer on the corners of his lips, he told her in a gloomy tone that he had killed several civil and military ministers who had blatantly opposed the construction of the imperial mausoleum over the years, and thwarted them. Under the stars. There are real ghosts, and these old ghosts are also making trouble.

Mei Xueyi: "..."

She still underestimated this faint king before, his ferocity was enough to be recorded in the annals of history.

"Afraid?" He lowered his eyes, staring at her solemnly.

She faintly stared at him, with a nasal voice, and said half-truth and half-truth: "I'm not afraid. But your Majesty, you have to be careful, maybe one day I will kill the people on behalf of the sky and kill you by myself... ...Fun Jun."

She knew where his Ni Lin was, saying such a thing would not only not provoke him to anger, on the contrary, it would arouse his interest.

He leaned closer, with a deep voice: "Your fate is yours, just take it."

He clasped her ten fingers and tilted his head to kiss.

Touching her hot sniff, he stopped moving, removed his thin lips, and stamped a feather-light kiss on her forehead.

"Sleep." He said, "When you wake up, you will get better."

He stared at her to sleep without blinking.

Mei Xueyi slept in a daze, feeling someone feed a cool liquid into her mouth.

She subconsciously squeezed, and tasted a very special flavour.

Stunned for a moment, the heart suddenly stagnated, and then frantically drumming in his chest.

This taste she will never forget!

That time, it was the most dangerous crisis she encountered.

Dong Dazhou Saint Lord Mu Wanbai didn't know what method he used to hide the purest spirit liquid in the demon pill of a thousand-year-old demon dragon.

After slaying the demon dragon, Mei Xueyi was accustomed to swallowing the demon pill and refining it.

As a result, he said. She is a magic cultivator, and the magic breath of the magic cultivator and the spiritual energy of the immortal Tao are incompatible with each other. If she mistakenly swallows the pure spiritual liquid, it is like the righteous cultivator is empowered by the magic energy.

At the slightest level, they become devastated, and at the worst they are killed on the spot.

The Eastern Saint Lord carefully designed this game. When Mei Xueyi's accident happened, all three puppets were transferred away from him.

She was alone, enduring the pain of spirit poisoning her heart, and facing the eight thousand immortal people in the Eastern Holy Master Mu Wanwan.

That battle can be described as dark and dark.

The special fragrant spiritual fragrance, like a bone-inducing poison, haunted her body and soul.

At that time, she had no hope of surviving, anyway, she was burdened with blood debts, and she would not suffer when she died.

Unexpectedly, Eastern Holy Master Mu's pale luck was really bad.

It was a foolproof situation of the Devil Slayer, who expected him to hit the Netherworld, Huangquan Yexing. The gate of Jiuyou opened, the cold wind and cold fire escaped, using the spiritual veins of the cultivators as fuel. Everywhere they passed, the cultivators were lit one by one and turned into candles burning with faint green flames.

Even the Eastern Holy Master Mu Wanbai was not spared, he broke his arm and got rid of the entanglement of the flames.

Jiuyou Lenghuo had no interest in Mei Xueyi's magic repair at all.

Taking advantage of the howling ghosts and wolves on the battlefield, Mei Xueyi successfully dragged his severely injured body and escaped from the encirclement.

After that, it took hundreds of years to completely get rid of the spiritual poison in her body.

The taste of aura is really unforgettable in a lifetime!

At this moment, she was dizzy and drowsy, and when she tasted this taste again, she could only do her best to press her lips tightly and refuse to take the poison.

‘Fun, you won’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 seemed to be weighed down, and she couldn't open it.

The other party tried several times and found that her resistance was very firm, so he withdrew the spoon.

Mei Xueyi breathed a sigh of relief.

Immediately, a pair of warm lips pressed against her, opened her lips and teeth with extremely skillful techniques, fed the liquid medicine into her mouth, sealed her resistance, and made her swallow it.

Mei Xueyi: "..."

who is it! Do not hesitate to die with her!

After several mouth-to-mouth feedings, she finally opened her eyes.

Jun Jun was raising the bowl and putting a small mouthful of liquid medicine into his mouth.

he? !

With all her strength, she lifted the bowl in his hand.

"Why are you hurting me..." She stared at him sadly.

Didn’t they all calm down yesterday, why did he still want her to kill her while she was sick?

He looked at her weirdly, suffocated a smile and coughed: "Ah... the queen, a three-year-old kid who takes medicine is not like you!"

Mei Xueyi complained with tears: "What you gave me is obviously poison."

"How could it be poison!" Wujun said, "This is the Ganoderma lucidum tribute to Yingzhou in the East China Sea. It is said to have the effect of reviving the dead."

Mei Xueyi reacted with hindsight.

She is not magic repair now, and her aura is no longer highly poisonous to her, but a tonic.

"..."

She found that her body really improved rapidly.

She looked at him sadly: "The elixir that can bring the dead back to life, are you using it to cure the wind and cold?"

He naturally said: "If even a small wind and cold cannot be cured, the lonely should ask him about the crime of deceiving the king!"

Mei Xueyi: "..."

I didn't know how to refute it for a while?