The King of Hell’s Genius Pampered Wife

Nangong squatted her hand and tightened it tightly, inserting her soft body into her arms, bowing her head and gently sniffing the familiar medicinal scent of the girl, breathing and satisfying.

God knows how much he thinks about this little girl, and he is going crazy!

However, the mouth was cold and said: "If I don't come, I don't know how many dangerous things you have done with me! Creek, you said you should not be punished?"

Tunxi listened to the man's complaints, but the corners of his mouth slowly swelled, his eyes not falling on the man's face for a moment, his eyes full of joyful smiles.

How long has she not seen Nangong? It seems to be a long time!

Didn't see this person in front of her, she still didn't know, she actually missed this guy so much!

Nan Gongyi looked distressed at the injury on the shoulder of the girl. She was about to enter the spiritual healing, but when she looked up, she saw the scene in front of her eyes, but let his face suddenly sink, and the eyes flashed a lot of murder and anger.

Tunxi also came back to this time, only to find that the black man who had just confronted the white-bearded old man did not know when he rushed to his side, and even one hand still clutched her arm.

It turned out that she just felt someone grabbing her arm and delaying the speed at which her body fell. Isn't it an illusion?

The man in black seemed to be unaware of it, or did not care about the existence of Nangong Temple. His sight fell on Tunxi.

The hand that had clutched her arm loosened and suddenly raised her palm and gently wiped her shoulder.

A pure and powerful force infiltrated into the body of the river, and the wound on the shoulders healed at a speed visible to the naked eye.

However, this is not the most shocking thing in Tunxi.

What makes her most incredible is that the black man's input into her body is not spiritual, but it makes her feel more comfortable than spiritual power.

The man in black recovered his hand until he saw that the wound on the shoulder of Tunxi was completely healed.

At this moment, Nan Gongyi’s disappointment and killing of this strange man reached its peak.

What does this **** mean? Xier is her, the wheel got him to save, he came to treat Xier?

All the people who are licking him are damned!

"What is he? Why is it so good for you?" Nangong screamed and hated, "Xi, you not only put yourself in danger, but also hooked up other men!"

Quxi’s palm was shot in his hand, and he couldn’t smile. “What do you say? I don’t even know who this person is! And now, when are you still eating vinegar here!”

As if to prove the words of Tunxi, almost all of them in the "Mo Jing Xuan" were surrounded.

The ugly yin is also in it, and he is holding a whip like a snake.

The tip of the whip was stained with blood. The yin guard took the whip at the end and put it on the lips. A pair of vipers seemed to be cold and greedy, and the eyes fell on the river. He smiled and said: "It’s a good smell of alcohol. I like to play with boys and girls like you. Hahaha, I said, little prey, you can't escape my palm!"

In the eyes of Nangong, the killing of Sen Han’s eyes flashed. “Feng Longjian” slowly flashed in his palm: “Just you are the one who injured you?”

The Yin-protection method was shocked by his murderous eyes, and then he did not feel his cultivation. He suddenly sneered: "What about me? I have to light his clothes and let him be under me." I have to cut off his hands and feet and smash his skin down, hahaha..."