At this time, she was lying on top of him, in the position of a woman on top of a man...
With indescribable warmth!
"Siya, are you okay?"
It was still a cold voice, but it was not difficult to hear his concern!
Siya looked at him angrily and said angrily:
"What are you doing?"
"Just now, someone wanted to kill you!"
Someone wants to kill her?
She thought she was very alert, how could she not feel it?
Could it be that you are too obsessed with what you are thinking about?
"You...are okay..."
He won't lie to himself, Siya knows!
"Get up, it's time for us to go..."
Siya hurriedly got up from him. Fortunately, this place was a bit remote and not many people looked over!
Siya stood up, and the King of Hell also stood up as if nothing had happened!
He took the lead to leave, and Siya hurriedly followed. She got on the car as if nothing had happened, closed the sedan curtain, and the carriage creaked and started to leave!
When King Yama got to the car, Siya felt that his face was a little pale, maybe because of the light!
"Your Majesty..."
He leaned weakly against the car and Siya called him, but he didn't even open his eyes!
Siya felt very uneasy and hurriedly leaned over, only to find that there was a layer of fine beads of sweat on his forehead!
The light in this carriage was not very good, but she didn't even notice it just now!
"Your Majesty, you..."
he got hurt!
But she didn't tell her, and she wasn't going to speak now. Siya reached out to untie his clothes!
But at this moment, as soon as his hand touched his clothes, he suddenly opened his eyes:
"Siya, what are you going to do?"
"Are you injured? Where is the injury?"
Seeing him open his eyes, Siya's movements froze, and she looked at him anxiously!
"Back..."
Back?
Siya was a little speechless, this damn man, is he so cruel?
The wound was on his back, and he actually...
it turns out……
Still leaning against the carriage like this, he doesn't want to live anymore, does he?
"Aren't you in pain? Why didn't you tell me just now?"
Pulling his body, Siya started to unbutton his clothes. The King of Hell curled his lips slightly and whispered: