The Paranoid Tyrant’s Illness Got Worse Today

: Fifth time? "Mei Xueyi's heart is like a cat scratching.

He circled his big hand and pressed her eyes: "sleep. Don't be in a hurry."

There was darkness in front of her eyes, but she felt calm in her heart.

Ever since he found out that she didn't sleep well, he liked to cover her eyes with his hands. Occasionally dreaming back to the first half of his life and waking up with palpitations, he could always feel her uneasiness for the first time, and then put her in his arms in a timely manner to comfort her.

To be so favored is that everyone should be proud of it.

The blood-clothed demon is about to be raised by him.

After arriving at the Jinling front line, Mei Xueyi saw Xiao Shiji Zhao Runru again.

In other words, Zhao Runru, the illegitimate daughter of a great monk in Xianyu.

Jun Jun had no pity on fragrance and jade at all, just like escorting any ordinary prisoner, he locked this pampered Xiao Shiji in the prison cart and escorted him to the front of the battle.

After reading the secret report from the Jinling Palace, Mei Xueyi already understood. Qin Ji has great ambitions. When he had an affair with the immortal, he must have saved the heart of becoming an immortal. What she didn't expect was that the other party didn't take her seriously at all, even if she was pregnant with his flesh and blood, she just sent someone to look after him.

So Qin Ji came up with other ideas.

Each of the four continents of the Immortal Realm has a holy master who rules the land of one continent. Among them, the Southern Sage Lord Xuanyuan Ren was once the emperor. The emperor is surrounded by the spirit of the emperor, blessed by a country's luck, and there is no shackles or bottlenecks in his practice. Among the Four Sage Masters, Xuanyuan Ren was the youngest, but his cultivation base was the head of the Four Sages.

Qin Ji listened to the nonsense of the national teacher and wanted to plunder other people's emperor's spirit and become a human emperor.

So Zhao Runru was regarded by her as a chess piece and sent to Wei Jinchao.

…etc.

The corners of Mei Xueyi's mouth twitched slightly, and she looked back to find the figure of Shun Jun.

When the wind blows, he runs away, the sick seedling coughs endlessly, and when he gets on the bed, he will die at all, he? King's spirit?

Mei Xueyi felt that she might not have woken up yet.

At this moment, the king, coveted by Zhao Runru's old mother, is walking towards the front of the battle at an unhurried pace.

He stopped just beyond the reach of the opponent's bow and arrow.

Mei Xueyi looked around and saw the hundreds of thousands of Xuanjia Guards standing behind him like a black mountain, silent.

The army formation stretched from left to right to the end of the field of vision, the iron armor and the cold spear were stern, and the heavy aura seemed to be concentrated on the person at the head of the formation.

He opened his mouth.

The deep, hoarse voice added a strange magnetism when speaking out loud, which made people unconsciously attracted to him and held their breath.

"As soon as noon arrives, the solitary general will personally cut off the captive's head and give it to Jinling."

The tone is calm and indifferent.

When the final sound fell, the soldiers behind them all slammed the weapons in their hands to the ground.

The entire Jinling Royal City was shaking.

Mei Xueyi looked at the figure from a distance.

From a distance, you will find this person charismatic and hard to ignore.

He is the center of these hundreds of thousands of troops. As long as he says a word or gesture, they will flatten everything in front of him without hesitation.

She had never seen such a sight.

The thin and romantic figure of the emperor in the world carries pride and country.

He felt something and looked back at her.

He narrowed his eyes and nodded, giving him a warm glance.

Mei Xueyi's heartbeat almost missed a beat. At this glance, the wind and the moon were exhausted.

The next moment, the sick immortal pulled out the king sword on his waist with a backhand, and with a sharp "Zheng" sound, the tip of the sword pointed obliquely to the ground.

Zhao Runru was taken to the prison cart and knelt beside him.

Suppressed by the momentum of the hundreds of thousands of troops, Zhao Runru was unable to make any sound as if he had taken dumb medicine. She tried her best to raise her head, looking left and right, hoping that Guan Wei would come to save her.

Little by little the sun crept into the sky.

The gates of the capital of Jinling were closed, and Qin Ji had no intention of coming out to save people.

Mei Xueyi watched this scene coldly.

The story of Huaben is intertwined with real memories, so that she has no sympathy for Zhao Runru.

She waved to Wei Jinzao.

At this moment, the aura on his body was so terrifying that even Mei Xueyi was a little unsure if he would come over.

He bowed his head, retracted his sword, and strode toward her.

Mei Xueyi trotted to meet her.

"Your Majesty, do you really want to kill Zhao Runru?"

"Ok?"

She was silent for a moment, then said softly, "The man in white robe."

Those monks, mortals are by no means their opponents.

"It's okay," he raised his hand and stroked her cheek, chuckling hoarsely, "you just trust me. I said that money can make a ghost run."

She found that the cocoon in his palm seemed to be thicker, and if it went on like this, it would be called 'rough' in a few days. My heart skipped a beat, and my cheeks heated up unconsciously—the calluses seemed to have touched the place mentioned in the book.

He held her hand backhand: "Come, let's go together. Are you afraid?"

Mei Xueyi shook her head.

She really didn't know what to be afraid of.

When he walked to the front of the formation with him, Mei Xueyi was keenly aware that the surrounding ground seemed to be sprinkled with sparkling golden sand, glowing with indistinct waves.

"This is..." Mei Xue's clothes were so heartfelt, "Guarding against the invisible guard?"

He laughed without saying a word.

Mei Xueyi was a little puzzled. Even if you know that Guan Yu is coming, what can you do? In the book, the strength of Jindan cultivator has been described as eight or nine inseparable. Even if he does not use any fairy magic in order to hide people's eyes and ears, Jindan cultivator can easily fight in and out of the army.

Just after the thought changed, I suddenly saw that the light of Jinsha suddenly dimmed from ten feet in front of the left!

coming!

In a breath, the invisible figure suddenly crossed five feet, leaving only half a footprint in Jinsha.

The golden pill is complete.

Mei Xueyi stared slightly.

Thanks to this Guan Shi's advance and retreat, he did not interfere in the disputes of the mortal world, otherwise, with his own strength, he could easily sneak into the king's tent and take the head of the faint king.

Seeing that this gust of wind was about to hit Zhao Runru.

I saw Wei Jinzhao raised his broad sleeves and waved it down neatly.

"Boom—"

Mei Xueyi saw a flower in front of her eyes, and she felt that the sky was full of broken gold and mottled streamers.

Beneath the golden sand, there was a net hidden.

Under the head cover of this net, a transparent human figure was wrapped.

With another breath, the invisibility tactic was broken, and Guan Wei fell into the net with a blank face. He stretched out his hand and tore the tough net rope of the thickness of his fingers - it kept pulling!

The giant net was closed, and Guan Wei was bound into a bouncing cocoon.

A cocoon that jumped three feet high.

The other end of the net rope was held on the giant siege vehicle behind Wei Jinzhao. Guan Wei was like a flying fish caught in the net, rumbled and dragged to the rear by the siege vehicle.

Mei Xueyi: "…"

"Jiaolong tendons." Wei Jinchao's voice was low and hoarse, his tone was flat, "There are flood dragons in the East China Sea, and you can take advantage of the wind to transform into dragons. If you want to reach the Nine Heavens, you must go through 9,000 wind tribulations. The Jiaolong wears the wind and breaks the clouds, and its tendons are tough enough to bind immortals. ."

Mei Xueyi was fascinated.

The vision dimmed, and the tall and thin figure shrugged and whispered in her ear: "This net is worth five star-picking platforms."

Mei Xueyi: "...Five seats!"

He casually stretched out his finger and clicked around: "Each of the eight directions has the same net."

Mei Xueyi's eyes were dazed: "This is the Forty Star Picking Platform."

I don't know since when, Zhaixingtai has actually become the unit of calculation for her and Jun Jun.

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