When I woke up, my ears were full of angry scolding, and I heard that he had killed several magic doctors in a row.

Manic and furious to the extreme.

Vaguely, I could hear him yelling at the demon doctors kneeling on the ground, and if he couldn't save the demon queens, he would kill them all.

I just want to smile bitterly, Demon Queen? It's just a soulless plaything.

He was happy to see me wake up, but at the same time he felt guilty and guilty.

In short, that look was complicated, I couldn't read it, and I didn't want to understand it.

It's so tiring, just a few months, but it seems like a lifetime.

Knowing that I was really sick and didn't mean to go on a hunger strike to protest, he stopped threatening me, but cautiously coaxed me and tried his best to get me to eat.

It's just a pity that it's all in vain.

After months of tossing and turning, seeing the elders and uncles die in pain, I was physically and mentally exhausted, and I had long lost the courage to live.

No matter how powerful he is, he can't save a person who wants to die.

In the end, he completely compromised.

He apologized to me and asked me what I wanted and how I could forgive him.

I said, I want my master and uncles to come back to life.

I thought he was going to be furious, but I didn't want to, and he knelt in front of the bed.

This arrogant and ruthless man, this man who has always acted only according to his own preferences, this man who did not hesitate to launch a war between gods and demons in order to get a woman, actually bent his knees straight in front of me.

He knelt in front of me and said sorry bitterly, saying that as long as I was willing to forgive him, I would stop tossing myself and let him do whatever he wanted.

I can't tell how I felt.

During this time of house arrest, I fantasized about many ways to take revenge, including making him kneel in front of me, breaking his arrogant bones, and making him kneel and confess.

However, when he actually knelt in front of me, I didn't have the pleasure I imagined.

Yes, it's just heartache.

I cried.

This is the only man I have ever touched in my life, but he is also the man who hurt me the most.

When he saw me crying, he panicked and sat on the edge of the bed to wipe my tears.

I threw myself into his arms, crying bitterly and desperately.

Why did things turn out like this, obviously everything was fine, I just strayed into a place of extreme evil, but I was rescued, but I accompanied him for two months to repay my kindness.

Why did things become the way they are today?

That night, I cried for I don't know how long until I passed out in his arms.

The next day he woke up, he sat on the edge of his bed, looking haggard.

The green daisy at the bottom of the eyes shows that I didn't sleep all night last night.

This period of time was a torment for both him and me.

When he saw me wake up, he stood up with a bowl of medicinal porridge, looking at me cautiously with a humble begging face, hoping that I could eat some.

I shook my head.

He asked me what I wanted him to do before I would eat.

"Let me go."

When I said this, his expression froze, and his eyes were full of pain.

"Girl......" His voice was hoarse and quivering.

I saw his struggles and pain, and his determination.

"Impossible!"

The expected is categorical, and I have also figured out this man.

It's just that I don't know what kind of deep hatred it is, he must lock me away, even if the pain is like purgatory, he will not let me go.

What I didn't expect, however, was his next sentence.

"Girl, I won't let you go, even if it's death! You died, I accompanied you, with our children, and our family of three was reunited in another world. ”

(End of chapter)