The King of Hell’s Genius Pampered Wife

The man glanced at him and slowly walked up to the front and extended his hand to the Tunxi: "In the Qingxiamen Shensen, thank you for saving your life in the Fenglong field. Have you asked the name of the teacher? ”

Tunxi stretched out his hand and shook his hand, and his face looked calm and calm, "I am kneeling."

Shen Sen soon became even more impressive about this boy.

Not only because he saved the sinking, but also because he seems to be only the foundation period, and he is not humble and uncomfortable in the face of the spiritual pressure that he quietly releases.

Moreover, it is known that Qingxiamen is one of the four major sects of the mainland, and the nephew has a special identity, but there is no such thing as a bargain.

When Shen Yan heard the name of the self-reported 纥 ,, he chewed the word “奚玥” several times on the tip of his tongue.

She secretly looked at the youngsters in front of her eyes. She was handsome and elegant, and she was extraordinary. She was comparable to Yuehua, and Lang Lang was like Tianshan Snow.

Such a beautiful boy, even in the illusion of indifference, has not appeared.

Moreover, he is still brave and so powerful, saving himself from the nightmare of hell.

Shen Yan thought of this, a face is more red, and his eyes don't even dare to squat to Tunxi.

She glared at Shen Sen's sleeves, lowered her small head, and occasionally raised her eyes to sneak a sneak peek at the creek, saying: "I don't know if the scorpion is coming to the hunting competition?"

"Exactly."

"That... I... my brother and I are also coming to the hunting competition." Shen Yu is full of hope and authenticity. "Not as good as the place we went to sign up. If... If the number I got is near, maybe The location of the transfer will be closer."

The hunting contest enters the Broken Soul Mountain by means of a transmission array, which enters the playing field in the order of the extracted numbers, but the transmission position is random. Therefore, the number that has not been drawn is closer, and the position of the final transmission will be closer.

Shen Sen gave a low cough, held back his smile, and did not debunk the princess's careful thoughts. "If you don't have the same door, why not go to the venue with us?"

Tunxi didn't hesitate and nodded. Compared with the one who was alone, she could save her a lot of trouble with the people of Qingxiamen.

A few people went all the way through the crowd and walked slowly to the palace not far away.

This section of the road is not long, but it makes Shen Sen feel better and better for this young boy named.

He is beautiful and beautiful, his voice is clear and beautiful, he is not humble when he speaks, and there is no inferiority and cynicism in the low-level martial arts.

Moreover, Shen Sen and him talked about some things in cultivation, originally intended to give him some advice, so that a little bit of kindness.

Who knows that after some conversation, this kind of understanding of cultivation and Dantian meridians has actually benefited a lot.

As for the Qingxiamen disciples who are behind Shen Sen, they have been asking around for a long time, almost completely forgetting that he is only a low-ranking warrior in the base period.

"Why, when I practice the foundation of the water system, I always feel a slight stagnation at the knees of my legs. And as the repair is higher, the stagnation on the knees slowly becomes painful."

Tunxi looked at the young disciple, looked at his shape, and explored his knee with spiritual power. He said faintly: "Your body is too cold, the water system is negative, so it is wet and cold. The gas will stagnate at your joints."