My wife is a Nine-tailed Heavenly Fox

Everyone was shocked.

By the time they reacted and wanted to rush over, it was already too late.

Du Xiaomin had collapsed on the ground, blood gushing out.

Her consciousness was already fading, her whole body convulsing. She felt no pain at all, as if this was the best liberation for her.

Yet, for some reason,

In the last moment of her life, the image of the man who had had an encounter with her just once and who had a fling with her aunt popped into her mind.

And it was incredibly clear, as if right before her eyes.

"I’m sorry, I’m late!"

Wu Xia’s gentle voice reached Du Xiaomin’s ears, "Don’t worry, I will heal you. I haven’t agreed to your death, even King Yan wouldn’t dare to take you!"

A gentle force entered Du Xiaomin’s body, and her wound was healing at a rate visible to the naked eye.