The King of Hell’s Genius Pampered Wife

Of course, this igniting seedling can't help but the thin chain. Before touching the chain, it was completely swallowed by the light attached to it.

Xi Yue's face became more and more ugly, running spiritual power and endless life, and she found that most of her cultivation practice was sealed.

She frowned tightly, and she was ready to enter the space with her consciousness.But just one second after entering the space, the whole person was pulled out directly, and his body appeared in the air, hitting the ground heavily.

Xi Yue was caught off guard, and even the spiritual power was too late to run the body protector. He was about to be smashed and scattered, but his body suddenly fell into a cold embrace.

The familiar masculine rushed across her face, making her stiff.

Ji Mingyu's cold voice came from his ears, "This soul-locking chain locks your cultivation behavior, soul and body, no matter what, you can't escape."

Xi Yue raised her head indignantly, staring at the man hugging him, "Ji Mingyu, if you have the ability, lock me for life..."

Before she finished, her voice stopped abruptly.

His eyes fell uncontrollably on the man's face.

There was a deep wound on the man's flawless face, flesh and blood flew, and bones were deeply visible, and this wound was the one she hit.

Xiyue's hand was clenched suddenly, and her eyes dropped.

Ji Mingyu was expressionless, but his voice was cold, "I said it from the first time you fled, Xi'er, from the moment I think you are, you are destined to be mine. If you don't If Ken stays with me, I can only lock you for life."

"Ji Mingyu, you bastard!!" Xi Yue's face was flushed and she slapped it, but Ji Mingyu did not hide.

Xiyue's hand clapped on the grim wound, and her whole body shivered, her hands retreated like a reflex.

It’s so painful! It’s so painful!

But Ji Mingyu didn't even notice it, he walked slowly to the bed holding Xi Yue.

The look was cold, but the movement was very gentle to put the girl in her arms on the bed.

Ji Mingyu sat down with him, embracing the girl’s petite body in her arms, and said softly: "Xi'er, I can find you whatever you want, but I want to leave me, it is impossible!"

Ji Mingyu said seriously, but Xi Yue was a little absent-minded.

Finally, when Ji Mingyu whispered against her ear, she clenched her fists and suddenly raised the volume and said: "Why is the wound on the face not treated? You are a god, you can be cured by running spiritual power, right? ?"

Ji Mingyu's voice froze for a first time, and the dark red eyes that were invisible for the first time lit up a little star.

He clasped the girl's jaw and forced her to look up at herself, "Xi'er, are you worried about me?"

Xi Yue became angry and embarrassed, and Li Nai said: "Who is worried about you!"

Ji Mingyu smiled quietly and slowly said: "If Xi'er is really worried about me, he will heal this wound for me, otherwise I will never heal. I will not heal this wound on my face, remove the scar, I even Every day, I will use a knife to cut the wound, so as to remind myself that this is Xi'er left to me!"

"You--!!!" Xi Yue shivered all over, his voice trembling, "Why should I stop you if you want to die!"

Ji Mingyu grabbed the girl's small hand and pressed it on his wound without hesitation.

Feeling the wet, sticky feeling of palm blood, Xiyue almost jumped from the bed, "Ji Mingyu, you madman!!"