The King of Hell’s Genius Pampered Wife

When I heard Feng Yunjing, I was full of looting eyes on him, and the cold eyes in the eyes of Tunxi flashed, cold and cold: "Of course I am past - kill you!"

As soon as the voice fell, her whole body vacated, and the sword in her hand slid out, and the sword screamed.

Feng Yunjing snorted and said leisurely: "Do you think that you are still in the cloud? This little trick, I don't even need to use the magic weapon."

Seeing the light of the sword as the rain flew toward him, the shape of Feng Yunjing suddenly disappeared in place.

The sword light brush fell on the ground and raised a dust.

When the instinct of Tunxi was not good, he saw a hand slamming out of the oblique thorn and hooking her long hair.

Feng Yunjing sounded with laughter and humiliation in his ear. "Hey, you said that there is a man's hair that will be as smooth and supple as you are, and it will also have a faint fragrance, so that I can only get fascinated when I smell it. ”

Tunxi body shape rotation, when the machine suddenly broke his hand and cut his hair, his body shape quickly receded.

During the struggle, the long hair that was originally erected with a wooden crown was scattered and fluttered with the wind.

The long black hair is lined with the palm-like face like a jade, so delicate, so weak, and so people want to destroy.

Feng Yunjing also held a broken hair in the hands of Guanxi, watching her long hair falling, her eyes full of surprises and desires.

He raised his hand and snorted and sniffed the broken hair in his hand. His voice became slightly dull. "Oh, I have never been obsessed with any woman like I am obsessed with you."

"As long as you are willing to be my own person, I will let you sit on the position of Mrs. Feng Jiashao, and one day, you will be the mother of the Feng family, and you will be powerful."

Xiaoxi smiled and looked cold and frosty. "I am sorry, even if the position of Mrs. Feng Jiashao is high again, I am afraid I can't sit still. Because every day I am sick with you, I feel very disgusting!"

Feng Yunjing glimpsed and sneered: "You reject me now, but because you still have the choice of Nangong. You think that Nangong is better than me. Is the Pluto more worthy of climbing than our Feng family?"

"Oh, hey, your eyes are too narrow. One day, I killed Nangong, let the Pluto Palace become a history of smog, when you are not going to be me? But then, you can only Be my imprisonment and pet, not the high-ranking Fengjia master. How do you choose, you still don't know?"

Tunxi raised the sword and raised his voice. The sound was cold and cold: "Is it because you killed Nangong? Oh, Feng Yunjing, you can't afford to see yourself too!"

Halfway through, the Minamata sword slammed a circle in the air.

The sword gas condensed a little in the center of the circle, and then suddenly turned into a sword and shadow dragon rising from the sky, and went straight to Feng Yunjing.

Feng Yunjing's face is gloomy, and a light ball is transformed into the hand, and the dragon's sword shadow that rushes toward him will be shrouded.

Cold and cold in the mouth: "Hey, this is a little skill, you should stop in front of me..."

After the words have not been finished, Feng Yunjing's look suddenly changed, and his figure retreats like a phantom.

But in the end it was a step later. His dawn seemed to form a frost, and he reached out and slowly stroked his left face.

There, a long and narrow scar was visible, and there was a purple scent around the scar.

Yanxi gasped and stood in the same place, holding an inconspicuous dagger in his hand.