The Little Husband Who Became the Ghost-Faced King

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Xiji figured it out, cleaned up the surroundings hastily, and then turned his attention to the Night King who had not spoken since he woke up. Seeing him so quiet, Xiji was a little uncomfortable, and then he soon found something wrong. It seemed that the Night King had no intention of standing up since he woke up.

Xiji seemed to realize something. He stood up and walked to the Night King. He knelt beside him, looked at him seriously and asked: King, what's wrong with you?

The Night King had been trying to awaken his autonomy over his body, but no matter what he did, he just couldn't move. This made the arrogant Night King a little irritable, and just when his irritability was accumulating more and more, and was about to reach the critical point of an explosion, he suddenly heard Xiji's heavenly voice.

Xiji's gentle voice pulled the Night King back from the edge of violence, and then he turned and looked at Xiji.

Xiji was frightened by the Night King's terrifying eyes. If he had not been kneeling at this moment, he would have sat down on the ground. But even so, he was still frightened by the man in front of him and subconsciously dodged back.

The Night King realized the impact he had on Xiji, and he restrained the air pressure around him, looked at him and said bluntly: I can't move my hands.

Xiji breathed a sigh of relief the moment he felt the change in the Night King's aura, and then his words exploded in his mind like a thunderclap. Xiji didn't think much about it, and his first reaction was that the Night King had accidentally broken his hand when he fell yesterday.

At that moment, he did not care whether the Night King would be angry or not. He carefully lifted his hand and observed it carefully. He even pressed it here and there. While doing everything, he was also carefully observing the Night King's reaction.

When he found that the Night King frowned when he pressed a certain spot, he looked at it more attentively. Seeing that there was no redness, swelling, or inflammation, he couldn't tell whether it was a fracture or not, after all, he was not a professional.

After saying that, the Night King kept staring at Xiji. He didn't see any emotion other than surprise or astonishment on his face, not even a trace of disgust. When he was checking his own injuries from behind, he looked very focused.

It has to be said that the Night King's anxious heart was healed by such a Xiji, and even his initial irritability disappeared without a trace.

Xiji held the Night King's hand and observed it for a long time, and finally had to admit that he really couldn't see anything. There were injuries on the hand, but they were all minor injuries, only on the skin and flesh, and there were no injuries to the tendons, let alone fractures. He didn't see any signs of redness or swelling.

Xiji was puzzled as to why the Night King's hand could not move. He stopped thinking about it and put the Night King's hand down. He looked at him apologetically and said: I'm sorry, I don't know what's going on.

When the Night King heard him say this, he suddenly found it very interesting. He curled the corners of his mouth and even forgot about the annoyance of not being able to move his hands. He asked back: Why are you saying sorry to me?

When Xiji heard him ask this, he hesitated for two seconds. He didn't know why, but he just said it subconsciously. Seeing that Ye Wang was a little overwhelmed, he pursed his lips, not knowing what to say. Seeing that Ye Wang was staring at him stubbornly, he seemed to want to know the answer, so he moved his lips and said softly:

Because, I just want to say. It's obviously my job to take care of you, but your hands can't move, so I must have failed in my duty. In the past, the Night King always protected him, and he always took good care of him. This time, it was his turn to protect the Night King, but he got such a result.