Walked out of the remote Ming Tower, covered his heart, and rushed back to his main hall, and when he arrived at the main hall, he knelt down on both knees.

It hurts, it hurts.

If he hadn't grabbed Yun Chaohua just now, she would have fallen to the ground and been injured.

If that happens, then he should blame himself.

"You shouldn't be like this, you shouldn't be like this......"

Minglou could not control Jing Mingqian's feelings for Yun Chaohua, which was deeply engraved in his flesh and bone marrow like a brand, and it was difficult to erase.

Suddenly, he heard footsteps, and it seemed that many people were coming in this direction where he was.

Ming Lou held back the stinging pain in his heart and stood up slowly with the wall beside him, no matter how down-and-out he was, he couldn't let people see his appearance, otherwise it would definitely spread out and let them be used as a joke.

The demon king slowly walked in with a bunch of dancing girls.

He saw the Ming Lou in the wrong state from a distance, and he didn't dare to step forward, so he told what he wanted to say from a distance: "Emperor, the dancers have been arranged, do you want them to dance for the emperor?"

"Let them get out of ......" didn't want Minglou to blurt out.

No, if they leave, wouldn't what they said to Yun Chaohua before be in vain?

Ming Lou thought about it, and finally decided to let the group of dancers stay.

He just asked Yun Chaohua to leave this place.

If Yun Chaohua continued to stay, he couldn't suppress Jing Mingqian, who had always wanted to control this body, then his plan would not be completed.

Ming Lou: "Let them be far away, they should play music, they should dance." ”

The Demon King answered, "You all go to that land, remember, don't cross the line." ”

After arranging the group of dancers with him to the designated place, the demon king trotted to the side of the Ming Tower.

The demon king looked concerned: "Emperor, what's wrong with you, do you need your subordinates to prepare anything for you?"

Ming Lou waved his hand, the cold sweat on his forehead slid down the bridge of his nose to the corner of his lips, and he opened his mouth and tasted that the sweat was salty: "It's okay, don't worry about this emperor." ”

It's strange to say, in the past, no matter how much Jing Mingqian made trouble, he wouldn't feel such obvious pain.

Now the heart is aching even more.

Ming Lou didn't know what the reason was, but he felt that his hands and feet were weak, and he couldn't walk.

The Demon King was very worried about his body.

Jing Mingqian is a human being, and it is not easy to bear the soul of their Demon Emperor.

Now that Jing Mingqian's body has a problem, I don't know if their Demon Emperor will be impressed by the soul of this body.

The demon king knew that Jing Mingqian's soul was still suppressed in his body by Ming Lou, and Ming Lou was also very relieved to him, and he was looking at the loyalty of the demon king.

Otherwise, when the demon king knew that Jing Mingqian's soul was still affecting him, he would destroy the demon king.

"Is that the human at work?"

Ming Lou couldn't bear it so much that his whole face turned red: "Help Emperor Ben to go to the soft couch." ”

The demon king lowered his head and helped Minglou to rest on the soft couch: "If the emperor is uncomfortable, why don't you go down and find some elixir for the emperor?"

"Elixir?" Ming Lou sneered, "If the elixir had been useful, Emperor Ben would have used it a long time ago." ”

I don't know if it was the previous conversation with Yun Chaohua that affected him, Minglou only felt that the dancing and music of the group of dancers made him very noisy in his heart.

But he was afraid that Yun Chaohua would not know that he was having fun with this group of dancers, so he endured this irritability.