The King of Hell’s Genius Pampered Wife

"Xi'er--!" Ji Mingyu greeted with lightning, holding the girl in her arms.

Just waiting for more than two hours of anxiety, anxiety and irritability, at this moment all disappeared without a trace.

However, just hugged, Ji Mingyu felt something was wrong.

Because of the cold poison on his body, Ji Mingyu's body temperature has always been lower than that of ordinary people.

When he embraced Xiyue, he always felt the vigorous warmth from the girl.

But at this time the girl's body embraced her arms, still soft and still weak, but cold into the bones.

Ji Mingyu slightly released Xi Yue and looked down, and he saw a pale, bloodless face. He suddenly changed color, "Xi'er, what happened? Why is your face so white?"

Xi Yue looked up at him, familiar face, familiar affection and concern, but all these things that made her heart warm and soft in the past, just like a sharp knife cut her heart a little bit.

When Ji Mingyu saw such a lost girl, she became more worried, so she had to grab her hand and infuse spiritual power into it.

Xiyue pulled his hand back, but looked at him momentarily.

The eyes were a little hot and hot and red, and the chapped lips opened slightly, spitting out a hoarse voice, "Ji Mingyu, I want to ask you a question, don't you lie to me, okay?"

Ji Mingyu was inexplicably drawn in his heart, and quickly said: "Xi'er, I said I will not lie to you again."

"Is the cold poison on your body a shed ice prison?"

Ji Mingyu's face changed slightly, his hands hanging on his side squeezed tightly, he tried to keep his voice calm and nodded: "Yes!"

Xiyue took a deep breath and continued to ask: "I heard that only the root of wood can solve the root of the ice pulp prison. If there is no root of the wood to detoxify, people who have suffered from the cold poison of the root of the ice pulp can freeze their souls for a hundred years at most. He died. But before that, the source of wood has disappeared for thousands of years, Ji Mingyu, can you tell me, how did you survive?"

Ji Mingyu originally held Xi Yue's hand and released it suddenly, his face became paler than Xi Yue, his deep cold fear in his cold and quiet eyes, and the burning red.

Seeing Ji Mingyu's reaction, Xi Yue's heart tightened. She took a step back, looked up at the man's face, and continued to ask: "Ji Mingyu, you said you are Nangong Yu. Because of amnesia. I used to trust you wholeheartedly, so I never asked, I would rather wait until you think of it and tell me, rather than investigate and doubt."

"But now, I want to know, Ji Mingyu, can you tell me, what is your relationship with Nangong Yu?"

"Obviously in the Miluo continent, he has all the records from birth to death. He is a living person. And you have lived in Siam for tens of thousands of years. There is no overlap in your life, why are you the same person?"

Ji Mingyu's hands clenched into fists, but his heart was still hot a few hours ago, but at this moment it was cold and boneless.

Xiyue got it!

Xi Yue finally knows!

He tried his best to conceal the truth. He was afraid of the truth that Xi Yue knew even dreaming, was he finally discovered?

Ji Mingyu opened his mouth and shook his voice inexplicably, "Xi'er, everything about Nangong Yu has passed. Let's forget them all, shall we start again?"