The King of Hell’s Genius Pampered Wife

After Ji Mingyu left, Xiyue calmed down again, and then moved Xijia out of the space.

It's not that she didn't trust Xi Jia and Qing Luan, who had experienced such a life-and-death tribulation, and she had regarded these people as loved ones.

But now Xiyue already knows that the existence of Xumi space is truly against the sky, and may even be more mysterious than the spiritual realm.Imagine how many magic weapons in this world can tear the space and send people to millions of years ago?

Powerful and mysterious means danger. Such a secret is known to them, and it is not good for Xijia and Qingluan.

A knock on the door came from outside, and Xi Yue sensed that it was unknown, and raised his voice: "Come in."

A young man in a red robe pushed the door in, his clothes and hair dipped in the morning dew, a little damp, and there was a cold morning dampness around him.

Xi Yue frowned, and didn't say much. With her hands raised, the warm spiritual power covered the teenager, and quickly dispelled the cold and dampness.

The original deep in the unknown eyes became warm, approached a few steps, looked at Xi Jia and others who had not yet awakened.

He raised an eyebrow and said, "They are your slaves?"

Xi Jia and others once had the mark of a slave on them. Although Xi Yue once wanted to expel them, they were unwilling.

Xiyue shook his head: "No, they are not my slaves, but my loved ones."

As he said, Xi Jia, the highest Xiu, woke up first.

But his first reaction was not to observe the surroundings, but jumped up suddenly, and issued a quick exclaimed voice, "Miss, go and rescue Miss!"

Xi Yue closed her eyes, pressed down the dampness of her eyes, and squatted down: "Xi Jia, don't worry, I'm here."

During the talk, the remaining Xi Yi and Qing Luan slowly woke up.

Several people stared blankly at Xiyue, or did Xijia gently whisper in a low voice, "Miss?"

"it's me."

Xi Jia suddenly stood up, prostrate, kneeled down in front of Xi Yue, a big five and three thick man, but at this moment he couldn't cry: "Miss, they are all incompetent, and there is no way to save the lady. If there is a chance in the next life, Xi Jia is willing to swear to stay Beside Miss..."

The memories of several people still stayed at the scene before death. Now when they see Xi Yue, they think it is a dream, and they think that everyone has joined Huang Quan. They instinctively think that Xi Yue has also been killed, and all of them have red eyes. Guilty again, sad.

Xi Yue suddenly burst into tears and laughter.

Originally sour and sour are all on my mind, and now they are all turned into smiles.

It was unknown that Xiyue had nothing to do. Xijia and others would not be in danger to Xiyue and shrugged and retreated.

Xi Yue said: "What are you doing? Who said I died, and who said you died too?"

The crowd stopped crying, or Qingluan touched his face first, then touched his hand.

She found that her body was warm, and the serious injuries were gone.

Qingluan opened his eyes wide and stared at Xiyue, "Miss, we...we are not dead?"

"Yes, you are not dead, live well." Xi Yue looked at her with a smile.

"We are not dead? Are we really not dead?" Qing Luan repeated again and again, tears in his eyes again.

Xi Yue said softly in a never-ending tone: "As long as there is me for a day, I will not let you die easily."

"Miss--!!!" Qingluan flung into Xiyue's arms all at once, and couldn't help it anymore, howling and crying.