Tragic death in the previous life: After rebirth, the sickly prince pampers her every night

"An explanation?" The little devil scratched his bald head, looking completely bewildered. "Your Majesty, you have won a great victory and returned in triumph. Who do you need to explain yourself to?"

"Who has the guts to ask Your Majesty to explain?"

"Your Majesty, please don't joke around!"

After saying that, the little brat grinned and chuckled, his mouth stained with blood.

Guiya ignored him.

He stared at his left arm, frowned, and finally let out a long sigh.

next second.

"Pfft!"

Guiya's right hand, with its five hook-like fingers, suddenly plunged into his left arm.

Blood spurted out.

"Your Majesty!"

The surrounding ghosts were startled and cried out in alarm.

The little devil was so frightened that he took a big step back.

"King, King, King, King..."

"What's wrong with you?"

Does Wang have masochistic tendencies?

No, no, no, the king didn't!

The king may not have paid attention to him, but after he became a ghost, he followed the king.

Wang absolutely has no masochistic tendencies.

The little brat immediately picked up a blood-stained spear from the ground and stammered at Guiya, "You, you, you...tell me, are you the king?"

"who are you?"

Gui Ya remained unfazed, ignoring the little brat, gritted his teeth, and suddenly tore it apart with his right hand.

"His-"

He ripped a large chunk of flesh from his arm.

The deep, bone-revealing wound was instantly exposed to the air, dripping with blood, a horrifying sight.

But it's not over yet.

Guiya raised his hand again and slapped his chest hard.

"boom!"

A muffled thud.

A trickle of black blood spilled from the corner of Guiya's mouth, and his aura instantly weakened.

The originally overwhelming pressure from the ghosts and gods became faint, as if it had suffered severe internal injuries.

"Ah... Your Majesty..."

"Waaaah... I'm telling you, no matter what kind of demon or monster you are, get off our king right now!"

"Otherwise, otherwise..."

The little devil pointed his spear at Guiya, his hands trembling, tears welling up in his eyes. Otherwise, he had no other choice.

He was right next to the king just now, so how could the king be possessed?

The little rascal really cried too!

"Shut up, you idiot."

Guiya winced in pain, but a cunning glint flashed in his eyes.

He wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth with his intact right hand, looked at his mangled left arm, and nodded in satisfaction.

"You guys don't know anything."

Guiya leaned weakly against the chair, his voice faint but smug: "If I return unscathed, why would Mother be heartbroken?"

"Mother... Mother?"

The little devil was stunned.

Oh, so it was because of that woman.

But is it really necessary?

When the king calls her "mother," isn't it just a joke?

He's just a prisoner of war.

Gui Ya sneered, giving him an expression that said, "You single ghosts don't understand love."

"Baby, this time I went into the enemy's den alone to investigate, and I was relentlessly pursued by that old pervert Di Yuan."

As Guiya spoke, he adjusted the expression on his face, instantly transforming from an arrogant madman into a pitiful, severely injured, yet resilient and patient little devil.

"That old bastard Di Yuan is too powerful. This little baby... cough cough... this little baby fought to the death and barely escaped with his life."

Gui Ya coughed weakly twice, and even squeezed out two tears that hung in the corners of his eyes: "I'm so badly injured, Mother will definitely hold me and cry."

"At that time... hehehe..."

In the end, Guiya couldn't help but let out a few lewd laughs, which aggravated his wounds, causing him to wince in pain.

The little devil's tiny, beady eyes darted around a few times before he finally realized what was going on.

It gave a thumbs-up and exclaimed sincerely, "Brilliant! Absolutely brilliant!"

"Your Majesty's self-inflicted injury ruse is simply a masterpiece!"

"To gain sympathy, he's even willing to go so far as to harm himself. Your Majesty is truly amazing!"

"That is."

Guiya waved his hand smugly: "Alright, minions, disperse! Find a place to hide and digest the divine flesh, and don't let those idiots in the Divine Realm find out."

"This baby is going to go to Mommy for comfort."

After saying that, Guiya's figure flickered, transforming into a dim stream of light, and flew off in a certain direction.

That figure looked utterly tragic.

The ghosts watched their king depart, and all sighed with emotion:

"Your Majesty has it tough."

"Yes, they were even willing to cut off their own flesh to find their mother."

"Your Majesty, you are amazing!"

The little brat shook his head: "Why bother!"

"Actually, if the king really wants a mother, I can become a female ghost too..."

The ghosts all nodded in agreement: "Yes, yes, yes...we can do it too!"

Little devil: "Hey everyone, stop talking, as long as Wang is happy!"

"Let's find somewhere to hide and digest this!"

The ghosts turned into black mist and dissipated!

Ghostland, ghost forest!

Yang Susu was sitting cross-legged on a black stone, meditating, the immortal energy emanating from her body resisting the surrounding ghostly energy.

But at a stone table not far from her, the atmosphere was completely different.

"Three against three!"

"I can't afford it!"

"A royal flush, hahaha!"

Yang Rui had one foot on a stone bench, a handful of playing cards he'd somehow acquired, and his face was flushed with excitement.

Sitting opposite him were Little Yellow and Little Blue.

Little Huang, dressed in bright yellow clothes, had a bitter face, holding two cards in his hand, his brows furrowed in worry.

Xiao Lan is the sword spirit of the Holy Heaven Sword. Now that her strength has been restored, she can materialize and act independently.

At this moment, Xiao Lan was looking at Yang Rui with disdain, toying with the last card in her hand, and said coldly, "Brother Yang, are you stupid?"

"I'm the landlord, why are you bombing me?"

"Xiao Huang is your teammate!"

Yang Rui was stunned. He looked down at the royal flush he had just thrown out, and then at Xiao Huang, who looked like he was about to cry.

"Huh? You're a landlord?"

Yang Rui scratched his head, looking completely innocent: "I thought you were my teammate because you were playing so arrogantly just now."

"puff……"

Xiao Huang finally couldn't take it anymore, threw down his cards, and slumped onto the table: "I'm not playing anymore!"

Its eyes were practically rolling back to the sky.

"Third senior brother, you're such a terrible teammate! We could have won this game!"

"My God, how can I have a teammate like you?"

Yang Rui coughed a few times, his already pale face appearing even paler these past few days.

He said slowly and deliberately, "Little Huang, let's play one more round!"

"Can't I just not blow this up?"

Yang Rui took back the card he had just played, but Xiao Lan grabbed him and held him down.

"Young Master's third senior brother, once a move is made, there's no going back."

"We can't take this card back."

Yang Rui: "Xiao Lan, please be lenient with me."

Xiao Lan took out her finger and shook her head: "No, you can't."

Little Huang shouted again, "I don't want to play anymore! I don't want to play anymore!"

Yang Rui confidently declared, "Little Huang, I promise I'll carry you to victory in the next game!"

He just suddenly lost focus.