The King of Hell’s Genius Pampered Wife

The captain's gaze couldn't help but fall on the young man's hand. The slender, jade-like hand clenched into a fist. The blood dripped from the gap between his fingers and slowly gathered into a pool of blood stains on the ground.

But the teenager was unaware, as if the bleeding man was not him at all.

The captain of the guard swallowed, but his horrified fear was even worse. He had experienced life and death and believed his intuition very much.At this time, I was deeply convinced, so I did not hesitate to greet the city guards to leave, as if I had not received any report.

Seeing the departure of the City Guard, the little man of the Chen Family Medical Hall opened his mouth and wanted to yell, but when he saw the back of the young man in red standing like a stone statue, his frightened tremors tremble, and he stood unsteady.

Thinking of the horrible appearance of another little man being cut into pieces of meat, he eventually fled back to the hospital with a pale face.

Slowly, the people on this street disappeared completely.

Anyone who sees Xi unknown will have a horrified feeling of furrow and hurried away.

The young man in red has a thin figure and a cool look. A pair of peach eyes seems to condense into the bottomless Wannian Hantan, so he quietly looks at the direction of the disappearance of the figure in the medical hall.

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The injuries of Jin Zeyu and others looked terrible, but in fact they were all skin traumas.

Xiyue had pure wooden spirit power, but just combed it carefully, and soon healed them.

Fang Yuan and Zhang Yi, who were seriously injured, had spasticity and shock, also because of excessive blood loss.

Xi Yue asked them to take Buxue Dan, and soon the faces of several people recovered ruddy, and their breathing became stable.

Only the strong internal organs of the money are somewhat damaged.

Xiyue took out the silver needle and healed his injured internal organs with a little bit of spirit. After a full hour, he was sure to save Qian Dazhuang's life, so that his body would not leave any sequelae.

Withdrawing the silver needle, Xi Yue sat down on the chair and gasped slightly.

Continuous treatment of so many people, no matter the loss of mind or spiritual power, is huge. Moreover, when it was found that Jin Zeyu and others were injured, her heart was hanging, panic, and only then finally Can breathe a sigh of relief.

"Um... Xiyue... Xiyue!" The unconscious Jin Zeyu suddenly frowned and issued a painful dream. "Is it because I am not strong enough... I clearly recognize you as the Lord, but can't do anything for you... ...Xi Yue!"

"Jin Zeyu, wake up!" Xiyue's spiritual power entered Jin Zeyu's human acupoint.

Jin Zeyu's closed eyes moved and slowly opened his eyes.

When Xi Yue's face came into view, this always stable, self-sustaining man suddenly turned his eyes red and his voice was hoarse and subtle, "Am I dreaming? Xi Yue... Are you back? Or am I in a dream again?" "

Xi Yue couldn't help crying, but reached out and tapped gently on his forehead. By the way, he tapped a little bit of ice power to wake up his thoughts. "Stop talking nonsense, do you still think it is a dream?"

Jin Zeyu blinked and sat up from the bed, staring at the person in front of him.

Obviously dressed as a teenager, his face is not as charming as before, but the familiar eyebrows, the expression in his memory.

It's not wrong, it is Xiyue, really Xiyue!

"Xi Yue——!!!" Jin Zeyu whispered, his voice became hoarse and broken because of excitement, "Xi Yue, is it really you?"

Xi Yue raised her lips, "Not who else am I?"