The King of Hell’s Genius Pampered Wife

"Ji Mingyu, don't scare me!!"

Xi Yue no longer heeded the warning he had just given. His hands slammed hard, breaking the shackles of spiritual power, and the flesh and blood of her hands and wrists were blurred, but she cares about these, but she rushed towards Ji Mingyu in a panic.

Supporting Ji Mingyu for a moment, Xiyue shuddered, and the majestic spiritual power in his body was instantly frozen.

She opened her mouth slightly, almost unable to breathe, let alone speak or move.

Seeing her, Ji Mingyu glanced at her with deep desires and crazy desires. One-handed buckles on the girl's slender waist, and the piece of clothing he draped on Xiyue was slowly frozen. Condensation.

How much I want to hold the girl in her arms, completely occupy her, crazy to plunder everything that encroaches on her, make her cry, make her beg, so that she can no longer leave herself.

Do not--!No way!!

So Xiyue will die!How could he watch Xi Yue die?!

Ji Mingyu pushed violently in his hand, pushed Xiyue away a few meters away, fell to the ground, and he spurted blood again.

Xiyue's tears blew down at once, her voice shattered and shivered because of the extreme cold, and her body was unable to move, but she still shouted desperately, "Ji...Ming Yu, Ji Mingyu--!!! ...Fright me, you won't die! No... die! I will never... never allow you to... die!"

Her body could not stand and could not walk, she crawled on the ground, crawling towards Ji Mingyu with a stiff and cold body.

The redness in Ji Mingyu's eyes flashed alternately with the girl's tearful figure, and the sound was like a trapped beast: "Don't come, Xi Yue, don't come, I don't want to hurt you! I don't want to hurt you!"

As soon as the words fell, he suddenly released a black spiritual force, completely wrapped himself, and disappeared without a trace in the next moment.

"Ji Mingyu——!!!" Xi Yue flew past desperately, trying to hug Ji Mingyu, but only touched the cold air.

She sat blankly in the same place, holding her hands in the air in a funny way, but did not put it down, as if it was a fool, and it seemed that the whole person was frozen with her soul.

Tears slipped across her eyes and froze on her face, so cold and so painful, like mocking her self-righteousness.

What about Ji Mingyu?Where did he go?Will he die?

What if he really dies?If this person is lost, how can she survive?

Why should we say break?Why care about those long pasts?Those trivial deceptions or exploits?

If the source of wood can make Ji Mingyu survive, let him no longer suffer, no longer torture, what deception does he care about?

Now as long as she can save Ji Mingyu, she is willing to pay all costs, whether it is the source of wood or life.

But is it too late?Will the man swallowed by the power of darkness, the man who doesn't want to hurt him even if he loses his reason, really come back?

Broken, sobbing crying overflowed from Xiyue's throat, tears slipped down his eyes again and again, from hot to condensed like ice, describing her remorse and despair.

She wanted to rush out to find Ji Mingyu and wanted to put Mu Zhiyuan's hands to save his life, but at this moment she was frozen and could not move at all.

"Xi Yue, Xi Yue, the fourth source of the fast-moving wood source!" There was an anxious call from the ear of the little red bird in the ear, and finally passed into Xi Yue's ear.