The Paranoid Tyrant’s Illness Got Worse Today

Netherworld.

No living person knows what the real Nether looks like. At the beginning of the separation of heaven and earth, the clear air rises, the turbid air sinks, and the ultimate gathering place of all the evil is the ghost.

Mei Xueyi once caught a glimpse of the tip of the iceberg in the battle with the Guardian of Life and Death.

The evil there is so thick that it becomes a fire that never goes out.

It was the real Asura Purgatory, and she felt suffocated just by looking at it. Even if he is as ruthless as a blood-robed demon, he still does not want to imagine that he is in the underworld for a moment and a half.

And the cold and icy man behind him is the immortal soul that crawled back from Jiuyou Purgatory!

Her heart really ached for him.

She suddenly remembered something.

"That time, I was besieged and killed by Mu Cangbai's design in the Panlong Plain of the Demon Realm. I was fortunate to meet the ghostly world, and the fire burned 8,000 people in Xianmen to help me escape from death. That incident was the handwriting of Your Majesty."

She used affirmative sentences. Speaking of the end, the tail tone trembled slightly unconsciously.

To do such a thing, the seal barrier of the life and death guardians must be torn open. The backlash of 'Jie' is no trivial matter, coupled with the attack of the guards...he must have perished there.

What she thought was good luck was actually because he gave everything for her.

She turned back, raised her hand, and stroked his pale chest.

"His Majesty…"

He chuckled lowly and grabbed her fingers.

He was much taller than her, bent down, looked her in the eyes, and said in a light tone: "Queen, I came from the underworld to kill all the stinking Taoists who want to bully you. Those fires are so brilliant, they are set off for you. fireworks. I am clothed in fire, and come for you."

Hearing his strange tone, Mei Xueyi looked up at him in amazement.

"I thought it would definitely make you break my heart again." He smiled, "But the queen didn't even look at it, and went with Shen Xiuzhu again."

Mei Xueyi: "…"

The first puppet that came to rescue was indeed Bamboo.

"How can I punish you?" He grabbed her chin, his eyes cold and gentle.

Mei Xueyi knew that it was really hard to get through this. The king of evil spirits who had torn apart the realm of life and death and climbed up from the nether place saw the scene with the heaviest obsession... Even now that she knew that Zhu was a puppet, her obsession was hard to dispel. .

It was a miracle that he could hold back and not tear her apart.

She held his peerless handsome face and kissed him on tiptoe.

This kiss was different from the past. Her mood was heavy, but the movements on her lips were as soft as feathers.

She tossed and turned slowly, touching the line of his lips little by little.

The tip of her nose rubbed the tip of her nose from time to time, and she carefully felt his breath. The quiet, very light smell was very familiar now.

After drawing it again, she printed the upper and lower lips together.

The big cold hand holding her chin became an obstacle to the kiss, and it slid down slowly, covering her neck.

His hands were large, almost encircling his slender neck. The fingers are slightly retracted, neither light nor heavy.

She could clearly feel the pulse of her neck throbbing under his thin cocoon, and she could feel that he was going to be lost and indulged by her again. It is really very simple to let go of the killing intent of a man who loves him.

"Punish me," she said intermittently, "follow you all my life, eat yours, wear yours, and use yours. Every time others look at me, they see evidence that you own me."

He laughed sullenly.

She took the opportunity to break through his teeth.

It was clear that she took the initiative to attack, and somehow kissing and kissing became dominated by him.

The heartbeat is getting faster and faster, as if time is not enough. She never imagined that a kiss would be so addictive.

His hand let go of her neck and held the back of her head as tightly as possible.

Finally, he couldn't hold back, took a deep breath, and took her to the edge of the pool.

"Your Majesty lost his life for me that time, right?" She opened her hazy eyes and stared at him.

He smiled in a low voice: "How is it possible. I haven't caught you yet, so why would I be willing to die! That time... I almost killed the black one."

Life and death guards are in black and white.

Mei Xueyi blinked her eyes: "No wonder when I finally fought against them, the defenders in black were far weaker than those in white. I only narrowly won that battle, so if it wasn't for His Majesty to pave the way for me, I can't get to that final step at all."

She thought she was walking alone, who knew that in every important step, there was his silent contribution.

She couldn't help but get hot again.

How could she forget him, how could she forget him?

I have forgotten him in this life, and in the past life, it seems that I have done nothing for him except revenge. She was very happy with the puppets alone, and in the end, she was only one step away from becoming a fairy. If she really left, wouldn't she abandon him in purgatory forever?

"I owe Your Majesty a lot." There was a slight tremor in the voice he blurted out.

"No." He cupped her face, "Queen, if it wasn't for you..."

A terrifying shock interrupted him.

Lingquan, nephrite, and the spiritual mist floating on the sides of the two people spread out strangely for a moment, as if they were blasted into powder, but in the blink of an eye, they returned to their original state, as if nothing had happened.

Wei Jinchao slowly lowered his eyebrows: "I can't say."

Mei Xueyi stretched out her fingers in disbelief to touch the spiritual spring: "Even the water surface is scattered. Could it be that all this is not real, we have been in a delusional realm all the time?"

He shook his head: "It's not a fantasy. It's okay, you'll know when you get there. Before that, I will do my best to make up for the queen's regrets."

"I actually have no regrets." In her life, she had nothing but three puppets by her side.

The friendship between the puppet and her was after the death of the person, so the death of those three people could not actually be regarded as her regret.

"You have, but you forgot." He smiled lightly, bullied him up, picked her up again, and wrapped her around his waist.

His ferocity expands her cognition every time.

When she left Xianlingquan, Mei Xue's legs were all soft. Her eyes were slack, and she lowered her head subconsciously, for fear that when others saw her eyes, they would catch a glimpse of the wild things happening in the spiritual spring from the swaying waves.

She was in a daze, and let Wei Jinzhao lead her into an unusually spacious bamboo hall.

The four walls and the dome are all made of purple bamboo with the same thickness and length, and the dense bamboo boards are also used under the feet. The faint bamboo fragrance is refreshing. Not a great place.

She glanced nervously at Wei Jinzao.

He looked calm. He raised his wide sleeves, took two spiritual hairpins from the waiting waiter, put one on hers, and then rolled up his own black hair and tied it behind his head.

Mei Xueyi saw him turn into an ordinary face, and the clothes on his body also turned into a white robe without any features.

It turned out to be at the auction. There are many talented people in Xianyu, and a mountain is taller than a mountain. It is not uncommon for high-level monks to kill people and steal treasures. Places like auction houses are the most likely to be targeted.

In order to allow guests to spend money without any worries, all auction venues will set up a magic circle, and let the guests hide their real appearance before entering the venue, so that no one will know who took the thing away.

After changing his appearance, Wei Jinchao took Mei Xueyi and continued to walk inside.

She quickly grabbed his arm and whispered, "Your Majesty, what's the use of Yi Rong if you don't take away your aura!"

As for his arrogant temperament, a discerning person can remember ten years at a glance.

Wei Jinzhao lowered his eyes, coughed twice, raised an arm, and put it on her shoulder: "The queen helps me in."

Mei Xueyi: "…"

It is also a true performance.

She tilted her head and pressed her lips to his auricle: "Although Your Majesty is fierce, why is there no good figure from the previous life?"

Wei Jin froze slightly.

After a long while, he smirked lowly: "No wonder it's not enough to satisfy the queen? Who is it who has been begging for mercy again and again."

Mei Xueyi secretly recorded the slight change in his expression.

She pursed her red lips: "Since Your Majesty can grind cocoons for me, he will also be able to forge strong meat for me."

He closed his eyes and smiled, and said in a low voice, "Okay."

While speaking, the two of them had already entered the auction venue through the bamboo passage drenched in sunlight. The guests all enter the venue separately, and they also leave the venue. As long as they don't reveal too many characteristics, it is almost impossible to be targeted by people with intentions.

There were not many people in the auction venue, and the monks all paid attention to their identity. Although they changed their faces, they still sat on the side of each other, kept a distance from the well water and did not talk to others.

"Your Majesty went to the auction to buy sword armor?" Mei Xueyi laughed, "I'm afraid I'm in the wrong place."

He shook his head and smiled lightly: "Buying things is second."

Mei Xueyi: "?"

Soon, a waiter brought the sandalwood boxes to the top of the round table.

The auctioneer and the waiter also hid their true appearances. Looking around the entire venue, everyone had the same face, all expressionless and wearing white clothes, which at first glance was very scary.

The auctioneer began to introduce the auction items in an unwavering tone.

There was clearly a sense of lethargy.

There are no bright spots in today's auction, there are few guests, and the interest is not high.

Going through the routine and striving for every auction item to be picked up by the reserve price is the best result.

Spiritual herbs, medicinal herbs, and magic weapons, one by one, went through the motions like water. They are the most common things, and they are sold at a base price, and the price does not exceed one hundred spiritual stones—not enough to soak in the fairy spring.

Mei Xueyi was a little confused.

Generally, according to the plot in the storybook, the protagonist enters the auction floor and always uses a low price to pick up a peerless treasure that no one else knows.

She thought that Wei Jinchao was also here to pick up treasures, but all the things auctioned today have been put out, so ordinary is obvious at a glance.

Seeing that there was only one spirit grass left in the end.

Purple Clay Beads. In today's auction is also considered to come out on top.

The price of other things did not exceed one hundred, and the starting price of this one was one hundred and twenty spirit stones! It is dozens more expensive than other things, and it is almost enough for half a visit to Xianlingquan.

Mei Xueyi unconsciously prepared an introduction word for it in her mind.

She smiled lazily and glanced at the spirit grass. Zisha beads are the excipients of some unpopular medicinal herbs. They are not common, and they are not very useful.

However, in Mei Xueyi's view, the greatest value of this spirit grass is actually its ornamental value.

It's very pretty.

At the bottom of the flower tray are several small purple beads juxtaposed, like amber, and wisps of velvety petals are wrapped around the periphery like a fan, revealing a dreamy blue-purple color. Many nuns used it to adorn their hair or to pin it on their collars.

Sure enough, two female nuns started bidding.

One of them was rich and powerful, and he increased the price by fifty spirit stones each time. Obviously, he didn't want to be long-winded, and just wanted to take the spirit grass away quickly.

It's a pity that the other female repaired to be in love with someone, and the male repairer beside her didn't want to lose face in front of her sweetheart. Although it hurt a little to hear the voice, she still held on to the bid tightly and stepped on the bottom line of five spiritual stones. Plus, is unwilling to retreat.

In a few rounds, Zishazhu captured 475 spirit stones.

This is far more than the normal price.

Even the listless auctioneer regained his energy - no one expected that the auction was about to end in a bleak way, but suddenly there were two big players, both sides refused to admit defeat, and the price looked like it could go up again.

This purple sand bead has topped half of the country today.

The rich woman who raised the price by fifty each time was a little impatient, and in a cold voice, she quoted a price that ordinary people simply could not accept: "Eight hundred."

In addition, the pair of little Taoist companions put their heads together, and after taking stock of the Qiankun bag, the male cultivator took a deep breath: "Eight hundred and five! If you add it, we won't need it!"

He turned his head guiltily to the nun and said, "There's only so much!"

The nun pursed her lips, gloomy.

The cold and arrogant wealthy woman pulled her lips and smiled: "Eight hundred and ten."

The auctioneer was delighted. This sense of achievement like picking up money is more pleasing than the sky-high price of something that is already expensive.

Just as he was about to strike with a small hammer, a sick guest suddenly raised the bamboo token in his hand weakly.

The guests in the entire auction hall followed the auctioneer's line of sight, looking at the newly-baked swindler.

From Mei Xueyi's point of view, countless people in white robes turned their identical faces neatly and mournfully, looking at themselves. The feeling here was indescribable for a while.

She resolutely followed the crowd and turned her head to look at Wei Jinzao who was holding the placard.

He coughed in a low voice and said softly, "The queen stared at it without blinking, just buy it for you."

Mei Xueyi: "At this moment, if you increase the price, Liangzi will be too big. Besides, this price is already a big deal."

"It's okay." Wei Jinchao cleared his throat and said solemnly, "One hundred thousand."

Mei Xueyi: "…"

Everyone: "…"

Auctioneer: "...what?"

The wealthy lady who glanced over coldly almost lost her eyes.

Wei Jinchao leaned back lazily on the back of the chair: "One hundred thousand spirit stones, can't you?"

Auctioneer: "...Yes, of course! It's just a guest. You must make sure you have enough spirit stones on your body and are willing to buy this auction item. If you bid the price, the transaction will fail because of the guest, and the consequences will be very serious. of."

Wei Jinchao lowered his jaw slightly, exuding a little momentum, and immediately no one thought he was joking.

"It's called Zisha Bead..." The auctioneer with great professional ethics introduced the effect of Zisha Bead again.

Mei Xueyi is confirmed now.

What Shun Jun took is definitely not a book of low-cost treasures and extreme counter-killing, but a book of prodigal emperors.

The couple who couldn't make a bid quarreled on the spot.

"Look at people! When can you spend a lot of money for me? Look at people! This is called a one-shot deal, how arrogant!"

The male cultivator smiled wryly. Obviously, he felt that it was impossible for him to become this virtue in his entire life.

Jun Jun leaned over, with a deep and sly light flashing in his long and narrow eyes: "How can the things I give to the queen be cheap."

Mei Xueyi held her forehead.

Could it be that if you spend 100,000 to buy it, isn't it an ordinary purple sand bead? !

This foolish gentleman is either tossing her or tossing money.

The cold-faced female nun stared at Wei Jinchao intently. Before the auctioneer bowed and personally led Wei Jinchao and Mei Xueyi to the back hall to trade, the female cultivator strode over and blocked in the middle of the bamboo road.

"You're not going with me on purpose?" She raised her eyebrows.

Mei Xueyi felt that Duan Jun really wanted to say, 'Drag down and chop'.

The waiters responded in a timely manner, and immediately stepped forward to clear the way for the God of Wealth.

The power behind the auction house is no trivial matter, and no one dares to make trouble here.

The female cultivator gave Wei Jinchao another look, and left with a heavy flick of her sleeves.

When passing by, Mei Xueyi heard the female cultivator make a surprised voice—"Huh?!"

Wei Jinchao didn't even give her one from the corner of his eye.

When they came to the back hall, as soon as they stepped into the plain bamboo room, Mei Xueyi knew that it was not easy.

In this bamboo room, the most striking thing is a teleportation formation.

On the other side of the bamboo room, there is a red sandalwood table and a matching heavy wooden chair.

The auctioneer led the two to the seat and said with a bright smile: "Please rest assured, after the transaction is completed, the two can leave through the teleportation array to ensure that the treasure is safe."

As soon as the words came out, they realized that the two they bought were not treasures, and the corners of their mouths could not help twitching.

The smile on his face immediately turned into a dry smile: "Then, let's start trading."

Wei Jinchao knocked on the armrest of the seat: "Transactions of more than 100,000 yuan should be the responsibility of the steward."

"Ah," the auctioneer scratched his head and smiled embarrassedly, "Actually, I'm the manager of this store. The business has been bad in recent months. If you can save one person, you can save another person..."

He bent down and pulled for a while, then pulled out a golden token and spread it on the table for the two of Wei Jinchao to see.

Really the steward here.

Mei Xueyi was full of emotion: "...It seems that business has been really bad recently!"

The auctioneer sighed: "That's not it. Hey, let's not mention the sad things. Come, come, guest, let's trade."

Wei threw a Qiankun bag at the moment.

After the auctioneer completed the inventory, the whole person was even more anxious.

Before that, he always felt that something was going to happen, but who knew that the business would really be done!

His fingers trembled slightly, and he pushed the spirit grass purple sand beads worth 100,000 spirit stones in front of Mei Xueyi.

After thinking for a while, he carefully took out a golden Qiankun bag, held it in both hands, and handed it to Wei Jinchao.

"With a single transaction of more than 100,000 spirit stones, you can get our exclusive golden charm for customers in the Zijin Pavilion. It is not only a status symbol, but also can be used as a communication charm. Contact me at any time. Please keep it. You can bring it with you, you can come and go as you like. In each auction venue under the name of Zijin Pavilion, you can buy any auction item at three times the reserve price before the auction. You can also reserve rare treasures, and Zijin Pavilion will definitely search for you. The golden charm of this Zijin Pavilion is all gold. Hard to find!"

Mei Xueyi remained calm and raised her eyebrows slightly.

It turns out that Wei is currently running towards this.

"I have a reservation request now." Wei Jinchao said, "I want 100,000 sets of high-quality spirit armor."

The auctioneer leaned back and took a long breath from the elder: "One hundred thousand! First class! Spirit Armor! Are you preparing to fight the Demon Realm?"

"The period is one month, and the market price is doubled." Wei Jinchao was very calm, "Can you trade?"

Mei Xueyi calmly pretended that it was none of her business - although Feihuo Jianzong and Liu Xiaofan had a lot of spirit stones in their Qiankun bags, she was 100% sure that after throwing 100,000 yuan, Wei Jinchao would definitely be empty-handed! What did he use to buy 100,000 sets of first-class spirit armor? I'm afraid I can't even pay the deposit!

The auctioneer's eyes rolled around: "Please wait a moment."

He got up quickly and walked towards the bamboo room.

"Your Majesty, where did you come from..."

"Queen, don't spoil the scenery." Wei Jinchao smiled lightly, opened the box, picked a flower, and put it on Mei Xue's temple.

He stepped back a little, squinting at her slightly, with a forbearance obsession in his eyes, staring at her cheeks hot.

"Your Majesty," she said angrily, "this is not my face, look what it does."

"No matter what it looks like, you can always recognize it at a glance." He raised his finger, touched her hair lightly, and sighed, "The paler and more delicate gray hair belongs to the queen."

Mei Xueyi was stunned for a moment and then came to a realization.

He's talking about the 'recognize you even if you turn into ashes'.

At that time, when he said such a big word, she took off the hair of two people, put it on the lotus candle and lit it, asking him to recognize it.

She seemed to be a little angry, and she forgot what she was angry about. At that time, he followed her, didn't tell her that he could really recognize it, but sincerely apologized to her.

"His Majesty…"

"Shh." He put a finger on her lips.

Mei Xueyi opened her eyes slightly and looked at him inquiringly.

I saw that he took out the golden talisman exclusive to the customers of the Zijin Pavilion from the golden Qiankun bag and fiddled with it a few times.

Intermittent voices floated out.

It was the auctioneer steward who communicated with others in the secret room.

"...The Ancient Battlefield of the Abyss of Twilight?...The East and West Continents meet, three thousand miles north of Mijiao Waterfall, open the seal of the rotten land and you will see the entrance...I understand, I invite Mr. Yang Ge to lead people to go... Rest assured, the guests are very generous! Well, understand ."

Wei Jinchao cut off the communication golden talisman as if nothing had happened, and took it back into the Qiankun bag: "The ancient battlefield is mine."

Mei Xueyi: "…"

Is this Wei Jinchao a dazed ruler, or is a fox turned into a spirit? He is clearly here to deceive information.

When the auctioneer entered the house, the corners of his mouth were hanging under his ears: "One month, 100,000 sets of first-class spirit armor are no problem! The deposit is..."

Wei Jinchao raised his palm to interrupt him: "I didn't bring any more spiritual stones today, I pledged something worth tens of thousands of gold."

He calmly pushed the Qiankun bag containing the golden talisman back.

Auctioneer: "???"

"Isn't it worth it?" Wei Jinchao frowned.

The auctioneer smiled dryly: "It's definitely worth it."

Wei Jinchao nodded, and stood up with Mei Xueyi: "Goodbye."

Leaving the auction house, the illusion of disguise is invalid.

Wei Jinchao took Mei Xueyi's hand, carefully looked at the purple sand beads in her hair, and said in a hoarse voice, "Humans are prettier than flowers."

The hot gaze burned her face, she lowered her head, and her eyes fell on his beautifully curved chest.

Just as he was about to say something, he suddenly saw a streamer streak across the sky and landed right next to the two of them.

A white-clothed female cultivator looked at Wei Jinchao with a cold face.

The gas machine is locked, and you can do it at any time.

Mei Xueyi recognized the female cultivator's eyes at a glance. It was the cold wealthy lady who bid high prices on purple sand beads at the auction. She could recognize each other at a glance, presumably the other party recognized her and Wei Jinchao easily.

Mei Xueyi blinked her eyes very melancholy - obviously it wasn't the text book of stealing the peerless treasure at a low price, why did it still attract people to kill?

A spirit grass, what?

"You." The female cultivator in white stared at Wei Jinzhao, her eyes filled with mixed feelings, like she was extremely hated, "You are the father of my child! You left our mother and child just for her?!"

Mei Xueyi: "???"