Help!Crazy criticizing the tyrant, he spoils me every day

Chapter 13 You...Are you okay?
Tian Yi licked the blood stains at the corner of his mouth, the elf's blood was still warm.

The woman in the hallway became ethereal, like an abstract painting in the falling ashes.

He moved and approached her.

Xiao Wei's entire body was engulfed by the shadow of his size, and her looking up eyes trembled slightly.

He raised his blood-stained right hand and lightly touched her face with his fingertips, her snow-white skin was immediately dyed a little red.

This small movement brought her back to her senses, and she retreated reflexively.

He frowned slightly, and stretched out his right hand hanging in the air unwillingly.

"ah-"

Having been torn to pieces twice, Xiao Wei felt a shadow in her heart, and his touch was like a poisonous snake, making her heart palpitate endlessly.

With all her strength, she turned her head and ran into the room in resistance, closing the door tightly with a bang.

Snapped-
The slender big palm fell heavily on the door panel, which made her shiver on the side of the door.

"Open the door!" His deep voice did not allow the slightest disobedience.

Xiao Wei shook her head, and pressed her back firmly against the door panel.

"How dare you defy me?" She didn't speak, but he could feel her fear and resistance.

"Your Majesty, I'm not feeling well, can you let me go?" She was telling the truth, and she was too weak to withstand his torture.

"What are you thinking?" He smiled softly.

Huh?
She thought she heard it wrong and turned around.

The faintly visible handprints on half of the printed lattice door and his tall and blurred figure.

"I'm tired..." His voice was low, barely audible.

In the next second, Xiao Wei saw the tall figure leaning against the door, and then sat down slowly.

She was a little dazed, she couldn't figure out what was going on outside, but she didn't dare to open the door to find out, for fear that the man would throw her down mercilessly once the door was opened.

However, time passed by every minute and every second, and there was no movement outside the door.

"Hello?" She could feel that he was still sitting outside the door, but he seemed too quiet, so quiet that her heart rose a little bit.

With Ye Di's domineering character, if he wanted to break in, he could break the door with one palm.

But at this time, he didn't respond in the slightest.

Thinking that he is covered in blood, is he injured?
"You... are you okay?" She turned around, stared at the closed door and asked the man outside.

He remained silent.

Xiao Wei bit her lower lip hesitantly, and finally opened the door.

The door opened, and the man sitting on the ground leaned back and fell to the ground.

He frowned slightly, his eyes closed tightly, and there was a fine layer of cold sweat on his forehead because of the pain.

"Hey?!"

Xiao Wei squatted beside him and shook him gently.

Tian Yi slowly raised his eyelids, and the woman's flustered expression burned into his darkening eyes.

"Damn elf!" Cursing words spit out from his lips, he wanted to raise his hand to grab the little hand resting on his body, but finally gave up and lay on the ground motionless.

"Are you injured?" Through the robe, she felt a biting chill in her palm.

He didn't answer, and closed his eyes again.

Xiao Wei measured it carefully, and the blood dripped on the ground along his intact robe, obviously these were not his blood.

The remnant wind from his return blew over the blue hair of his shawl, and a thin wound on the side of his left neck loomed.

She brushed away the blue hair hanging from his shoulders, and leaned over to examine the wound carefully.

It was the arrow's scratch, very shallow, but attached to the Holy Light of the Elf King, it was eroding his body bit by bit through this thin wound.

Ye Di is a god who lives in darkness, and his power also comes from darkness.

The holy light of the elf king had effectively attacked him. If the holy light was allowed to erode him, would he die?

This question floated in her mind.

If he died, would all the nightmares end?

(End of this chapter)