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Chapter 130 I Said, Don't Touch Her!
The pain in her body has been relieved a lot now, and the heat in her body is not very serious, so she feels more comfortable.

Feeling uncomfortable lying on the ground, he summoned a thick quilt and soft pillows and cushions from the storage magic weapon, spread them under his body, and began to sleep comfortably.

The fake demon king looked at her series of skillful movements and was a little dazed.

This woman...how dare she be so bold, to be so relaxed in front of him!

Could it be that she knew from the beginning that she would not kill her, so she was not afraid?
Impossible, there is no flaw in his killing intent!
What the hell is going on with this woman?What did that idiot Yuan Ji pick up?
The fake demon king secretly ground his teeth for a while, thinking whether he should hang Yun Chu up and beat him to vent his anger, when a voice suddenly came from his consciousness.

"Qingxie (yé), I told you...don't touch her!"

The voice sounded very tired, as if he was still enduring the pain, and it was extremely difficult to utter every word.

Qing Xie on the bed stared wide-eyed, only to feel that the powerless voice exploded in his consciousness like thunder, and he trembled three times in fright.

Shocked for a moment, he quickly calmed down again, and sneered in his consciousness, "Hehe, Yuan Ji, you are almost dead, and you have nothing to do with others! Come and beat me if you have the ability!"

As soon as the words fell, his heart throbbed violently, followed by a sharp pain in his internal organs, and his throat was so sweet that he couldn't help but bend over to the bed, and spit out a mouthful of blood.

"Yuan Ji, you're crazy... you're ruthless!" Qing Xie wiped off the blood on her lips, and smiled even more sinisterly and disdainfully, "I hurt, and you will hurt too! You're about to die, and you still use this method How stupid to punish yourself!"

The icy voice in his consciousness that was enduring the pain did not respond to his sarcasm, and completely disappeared.

Qing Xie tried to search, and found that Yuan Ji's spiritual consciousness left in his consciousness had been scattered, so he couldn't help feeling a little worried.

"Yuan Ji... are you dead or not?" Qing Xie kept calling, but no one answered.

He was so angry that he wanted to curse, but he didn't know where to start, and he was very aggrieved.

With her head down, she stared at Yun Chu who was lying on the ground, seeing that she was hiding in a ball wrapped up in the quilt, she seemed to be sleeping soundly, and felt very depressed.Wondering how such a thing deserves Yuan Ji's treatment, how can she deserve it?
But looking at it, my heart became more and more stuffy, and finally I could only lie down sullenly, with my eyes open and my brows furrowed, furious in my heart.

……

Yun Chu wrapped his whole body in the quilt, curled up into a small ball, tried his best to control his breathing, let go of his thoughts, and made himself look like he was asleep.

Originally, I wanted to wait for the fake to fall asleep before I started to organize my thoughts, but suddenly I heard him moaning in pain, and then vomiting blood.

Yun Chu was dumbfounded: Uh... what's the matter?Poisoned?

It really is schizophrenia, it's a real hammer!

Yun Chu wondered why the fake suddenly became so painful, and frowned for a while, thinking that it might be the main personality of the Great Demon King who was fighting with this perverted personality, fighting for control of the body.

Yun Chu, who thought he had figured out his joints, began to cheer for the big devil in his heart:

Mojun, come on!
Demon Lord, go ahead!

Mo Jun, don't be cowardly, grab your body back quickly!

I don't want to see this pervert anymore!He is completely incomparable with you, the handsome and invincible boss!

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