The King of Hell’s Genius Pampered Wife

When no one noticed it, Xiyue's cultivation practice did not seem to change, but the spirit of the gods began to grow stronger.

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At night, the sleepiness as usual is not hit.

Xi Yue tossed and turned on the bed, her heart agitated.

The feeling of being able to sleep in peace a few days ago, as if protected by others, could not be found tonight.

Xi Yue sat up, ready to unlock the Soul Chain again, but just before she started to run the spiritual power, she saw Qing Long rushing in with anxiety and panic.

Xi Yue gave a chuckle in her heart and listened to his hiss: "Miss Xi Yue, please go and see the Master, Master... He is cold on him... Only you can save him now!"

"What are you talking about?!" Xiyue stood up suddenly, what seemed to be tightening the whole heart.

It was only soon that she realized that her reaction was too violent, and she gritted her teeth, sinking her mind and said, "What the hell happened?"

Qinglong said with a look of anxiety: "Miss Xiuyue save the Savior, now only your source of wood can save the Savior!"

Xi Yue bit her lip and finally said: "You take me to see him!"

Qinglong quickly turned around and led the way, but as soon as the two arrived at the door, Xi Yue was pulled back by a huge force.

Xi Yue looked at the chain of gold glowing on her ankles, and said with a sullen face, "You first unlock the chain of soul for me!"

Qinglong's face appeared hesitant.

Xi Yue chuckled and said, "You are a god-level master, and this Underworld Temple is your territory. Are you afraid that I can't run? What's more, if you don't unlock the chain of souls, how can I treat Ji Mingyu?"

Qinglong's expression changed for a while, and finally he gritted his teeth and hit the chain of soul with hair.

The chain of Soul Lock breaks instantaneously, and Xi Yue breaks free from the shackles.

But the golden chain on the ankle did not disappear.

Qinglong hurried to Xiyue to a bedroom in the west corner.

As soon as I opened the door, I felt a cold sensation coming out of my face, which made Xiyue Jilingling shudder.

On the big bed in the middle of the hall, there was a person lying there, with a cold breath on his body.

"Master, Master! How are you?" Qinglong shouted anxiously as he rushed over, "I brought Miss Xiyue to see you!"

Seeing the freezing ice around the big bed, Xiyue felt that her breathing had stopped.

Ji Mingyu was lying on the bed, but it seemed like a dead body.

She stepped closer and saw the pale face of the man on the bed, frosted black hair, and a faint breath, and she felt her knees soft and almost wanted to kneel down.

She reached out her hand and slowly touched the cold skin of the man, whispering in a low voice, "Ji Mingyu, don't joke with me... how can someone like you really be..."

Before the words were finished, her hand was suddenly pulled, the whole person was dragged forward, and was quickly pressed under the man's tall body.

However, the biting cold didn't come, and the body pressed against him was warm.

The frost that originally condensed on the bed quickly dissolved and dissipated, and the coldness in the entire room disappeared without a trace.

Ji Mingyu waved his hand, and Qinglong, who wanted to speak, was thrown out by him, and the door slammed shut.

Soon there were only Ji Mingyu and Xi Yue in the house.

Ji Mingyu pressed Xiyue's petite body under him and said: "Xi'er, are you still worried about me? Otherwise, why would you hear me poisoned and hurried over to see me?"