The King of Hell’s Genius Pampered Wife

At this time, the white tiger looked at Suzaku's gaze has become tired, cold and cold, "Suzaku, you are over the moment, today, what you do, I will sue the master. After the master wakes up, you think about how to explain to her. Let's go."

After that, he never looked at Suzaku again, but looked at Tunxi. "Wang Hao, Qinglong passed me. Once you wake up, I will take you to see the master. Now please come with me?"

Quxi frowned and worried that the mood of Nangong was overwhelmed. "How is Nangong?"

"The master has been in a coma since the middle of last night. There are no signs of soberness until now. The doctors in the house, including Suzaku, have seen it, but they are at a loss."

Quxi quickly said: "Take me to see!" Compared with the safety of Nangong, what and Suzaku account, what the ghosts call, all become irrelevant.

What's more, she now feels that using "selling bones" to make Suzaku die so happily, it is too cheap for her. From now on, if she comes back to provoke herself, huh, I have prepared a lot of interesting games waiting to kill her.

Bai Hu quickly took the lead and led the way. As he passed by Suzaku, he glanced coldly at the Suzaku, who looked resentful, and shook his head helplessly.

Suzaku thought about the master, and they all knew that they grew up together, and they had persuaded them several times. However, for the sake of his own lust, the command of the master was ignored. This Suzaku... seems to have stayed in the Pluto.

There was some distance to the place where Nangong Temple was cultivated. I thought about what happened last night on the road, but there was no half impression.

She glanced at the white tiger with a sullen face, and saw that his look was cold, and there was no longer the enthusiasm of the past in the other hospital.

Tunxi can clearly feel his dissatisfaction and blame for himself, because... he is stunned by Nangong.

"Is it the Nangong who saved me yesterday?"

The white tiger’s footsteps were slightly stunned, and then a slight radiance was pulled out from the corner of his mouth. “Yes, Wang Hao.”

Yesterday, a few of them saw the hustle and bustle of the creek. If it wasn't for the master to fight for it, it would not be possible to survive, let alone the strength of today.

However, the master was in a coma because of her, and her life was in danger. This makes the White Tiger have no way to resent the brook. If it is not her existence, the sickness of the master this time will certainly be as good as before, and there will be no danger to life.

Is it Wang Hao? Tunxi frowned: "I am not your king."

The white tiger snorted and toned with the official office. "Sorry, this is what the master told me. Even if we don't want to, we can only obey. The master said that you are Wang Hao, you are Wang Hao!"

Hell! Nan Gongyi said that she is Wang Hao, she is Wang Hao? Doesn't anyone ask her opinion?

Moreover, what did Nangong do with his subordinates saying that he is her Wang Hao? The brain is funny?

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It’s just that Tunxi hasn’t had time to refute the white tiger. Nangong’s now healing room has arrived, and she has to rest her clarification.

I saw a lot of people standing in front of the dormitory of Nangong Temple. Among them, there are Qinglong, and three men are very eye-catching.

Standing next to Qinglong is a tall, thin man dressed in black, with a sharp temperament, but similar in temperament to Qinglong. Nowadays, the four big personal guards around Nangong Temple, she already knows Qinglong, Baihu and Suzaku, then this is probably Xuanwu.