The King of Hell’s Genius Pampered Wife

However, he was shocked to see the sight in front of him.

Tunxi was actually inserting a needle against the dead body, and it was not enough to insert the needle. She also took the hand and foot that had been cut off, and then took the needle and sewed the limbs.

Unwilling to admit, this girl looks so holy and dazzling when she focuses on the needle, just like the **** who can decide the death of life.

After the broken limbs were sewed, except for a stitch of sutures, they could not see the traces that had been cut off.

However, this cannot be changed. The fact that Nalan Tunxi has suffered too much stimulation is close to collapse.

Otherwise, how can a normal person treat the body, and carefully cut the hands and feet of the body to be cut off.

The most frightening thing is that it was not enough to sew one of the creeks, and the other nine bodies were moved to a clean corner, and then they were needled one by one, and then sutured or treated their riddled bodies.

When she sewed the body that was cut open to the ninth servant, she couldn’t help but step forward and whispered: "Wang Hao, these people are already dead, you... please please change."

The movement of the needle under the hand of Tunxi did not stop, but the long eyelashes picked up and looked at the tangled face of the heartless. The proud eyes looked at her, clearly watching the neuropathy.

Tunxi did not care for him, and quickly dealt with the trauma of everyone, and then took out a purple gold medicine trip from the space.

When Zijin Ding appeared, it only had the size of a fist. When it touched the ground, it became bigger and bigger. In the blink of an eye, it became a huge furnace that can accommodate dozens of people.

Tunxi poured the diluted Lingquan water into the furnace, and stopped until it was full of most of the tripod.

She glanced at her unspoken eyes and said slowly: "If you stand on the side is really empty, use the fire to add heat to the stove."

Unintentional, then some angry and angry.

He is a warrior in the Yuan Ying period, and now the woman is calling him like a small beggar.

What's more, these people have already cut off their breathing, and there is no half-spirit and life fluctuations in the whole body. This woman is so tossing, what she wants to do.

Unwilling to hold back the slap in the palm of the woman, cold and cold: "Wang Hao, I told you that Wang Hao is looking at the master's face. But you better not to get in the feet, these people are obviously dead, you in the end I want to remind you a few times..."

Unintentional words have not been finished, but the nose has shrunk for a while, and the eyes show incredible light.

His body is as straight as a rock, and the whole body does not dare to move. The shocked eyes are firmly on the delicate face of the girl who is close at hand.

In the hand of Tunxi, he held a thin, dagger-like dagger, and the blade of the dagger exudes a strange green and cold light.

At this point the dagger was firmly attached to his neck, as if the next moment, he would cut his flesh and let the toxins infiltrate into the body.

Unintentionally, the mood at this time can no longer be described with shock. Just though he did not have the whole nerve alert, he did not open the spiritual shield. But after all, he is a Yuan Ying period warrior, a small base warrior wants to attack him, it should be a joke like a fantasy.

However, he just didn't even see how the brook was moving, and he didn't even know how she did the perfect hiding and body shape.