The King of Hell’s Genius Pampered Wife

Xiao Jinlong is now dying, and the purple scent is even more fatally wounded. If it falls to Feng Yunjing, it will be dead.

"Dragon, Xiao Zi aunt, come back! Hehe..." The egg screamed and rushed.

However, it was kept behind by the little bull.

At this time, the body of the little taurus is slowly condensing a green light rotation. As the light rotates, the green light in the body is getting bigger and bigger, and at the same time it makes a squeaking sound toward the egg and the creek. Anxiously telling something.

Tunxi eyes condensed, looked at the little bulls, whispered: "take care of the eggs, don't let go!"

Only eggs, it is definitely not allowed to suffer a little bit of damage.

As soon as the words were finished, Tunxi held the sword in his hand and rushed to the sky, chasing the past toward Xiaojinlong and Zixiao.

In the midair, the sword of the water is shining, and the black spirit is stunned.

The pale golden fire is covered in layers on the Shui Shui Sword, and the blink of an eye tells the murder of the black spirit.

However, at the same time, more black gas was diffused from the Luosha flag, and the group was wrapped in Tunxi.

Seeing that he was bound to be bound by the black gas, Tunxi took the initiative to throw the Xiaojinlong and the purple lingering back to the egg and the little yak, shouting: "Small stay, protect them!"

"Nanny--! Nianga--!" The egg yelled behind him.

Not far away, Feng Yunjing, who directed the Luosha flag, laughed happily. "Hey, how about you letting go of the two beasts, you are not in my hands? What's more, you think I am Can't you kill them?"

Said, he single-handedly explored and turned into a claw.

A huge suction came, so that Xixi could not help but quickly fly toward Fengyunjing.

But until this moment, there was a strange smile on the face of Tunxi.

Instead of retreating, she used the remaining spiritual power to move forward toward Fengyunjing.

At the same time, the water-swords in her hand burst into a fascinating radiance, and the powerful spiritual pressure filled the air, causing the black flag in the sky to fluctuate.

Feng Yunjing's face changed greatly and shouted: "You want to blew the magic weapon?! Hey, don't you die?!!"

Tunxi did not give him any answer, but the speed of rushing to him is getting faster and faster, and the sword of the water in his hand is getting more and more powerful.

The self-explosive magic weapon is a kind of combat method that hurts the enemy by one hundred and damages eight thousand. The water sword is also a weapon of the gods. If it is bursting at a close distance, even Feng Yunjing will suffer a lot of damage.

But the most important thing is that with the cultivation of the present, if she really blew the sword, then she will die.

For Feng Yunjing, he still hasn't got a sly body. He hasn't let her be his own person. How can she let her die like this!

Feng Yunjing took the initiative and took a shot in the chest of Tunxi. At the same time, the Luosha flag in the sky quickly gathered and blocked it.

Tunxi flew out like a kite that was broken, and the blood of the mouth was pouring out of her mouth.

However, her face showed a sly smile. "Feng Yunjing, do you think I want to blew the magic weapon? Oh, I just would rather die than want to fall into your hands."

The creek touched the ground, but there was no expected pain, but the fat body that was like a small inflatable cow was in his arms.