The King of Hell’s Genius Pampered Wife

For a time, the sacred hall was silent.

Everyone looked at the man with the sword and his eyes were full of shock. This man who looked inconspicuous and whose spiritual fluctuations were not obvious was actually a master of the Golden Age.

Murong Qianjian was frightened by this change, and the guards around him were slaughtered at the moment of the face.

He looked around and looked around, suddenly touched the porcelain bottle he had just collected, and suddenly he was happy, and ran to the crowd standing in front of him. "You...you, whatever of you, as long as someone can help I took the two boys, and the medicinal herbs in my holy sacred court offered him unlimited supplies."

When Murong Qianjian said this, many people in the crowd looked at his full-bodied porcelain bottle. There are still a few people who are heart-wrenching. "Mu Rongsan is less serious?"

Murong Qianjian saw someone responding, and suddenly overjoyed and confidently filled: "That is of course, this young master has long said that this Shengdetang is the industry of my Murong family."

The warriors underneath are still hesitating, but the valley wind has already lifted the flying sword, and Murong Qianjian is anxious.

He turned his eyes and saw the Zhoushang, who had just come out, suddenly overjoyed and looked forward to the week. "I know you, you...you are the dog slave who is next to Murong Liufeng? I heard that There are three best medicinal herbs in Shengde Hall. You are going to take the Sanpin Dan medicine to the young master."

Seeing Zhou Yanan looking at him with a cold face, he did not move or speak.

Murong Qianshou suddenly sighed with anger: "Does the dog thing, did you hear the lesser words? Don't roll it over to take the Sanpin Dan medicine, don't believe it or not, I will kick you out of Shengde Hall?"

Zhou Yan'an has always been a gentleman's character. At this time, although the temper trembling, the speech is still modest and polite, just a cold face: "It is hard to die!"

"What do you say?!!" Murong Qianjian's brilliance and anger, said loudly, "Dog slaves, you want to rebel, even my words are not heard?!"

Zhou Yanan took a deep breath and suppressed the anger of the thinness in his heart. Cold and cold: "Shengdetang is never the industry of Murong House. It used to be no, not even later."

Murong Qianjian angered: "Don't think that I don't know that Shengdetang is open to Murong. The little hybrid of Murong Liufeng is useless, but he is the person of my Murong family. I said that this holy church is my Murong. Where is the home industry wrong?"

Zhou Yan'an snorted and his eyes raged. "First of all, we only know that our former singer's former family called Guliufeng, not called Murong, and I don't know what it is to have a relationship with Murong."

"Secondly, this Shengde Hall has now been transferred to others by our family, and this little son is the cronies of the owner of Shengdetang. All the matters of Shengdetang are now the responsibility of this little son."

"If you are a Murong family, even if you are entangled, it is unreasonable!"

Murong Qianjian heard a big anger, "Short! You said that the transfer was transferred? This Yanjing City now does not know that the valley wind is Murong Liufeng, he transferred the store, after our Murong family agreed? As long as Murong does not agree, This transfer is not counted."

"What kind of **** son, it is best to get out of the way, otherwise get into our Murong family, and some of you are good to eat!"