The King of Hell’s Genius Pampered Wife

"There is no transmission jade slip into the Broken Mountain, how can he appear here?"

"Pluto he...he...what do you want to do?!!"

The fear and horror of the heavens and the earth seem to be falling apart in the hearts of everyone.

All of them remembered what the ice lotus fairy had said - seduce Nangong Temple, and he was liked and even obsessed with the Nangong Palace.

And what? Today’s embarrassment is so tortured and treated by them...

When Nangong Temple landed on the ground, even the eyes did not look at these people, and they fell on Tunxi in the first time.

However, just a glance, but let his eyes suddenly red, almost can not conceal the killing of the body.

Nangong’s body fell to the side of Tunxi and picked her up.

The girl's face was so pale, but her cheeks showed an unusual blush.

The corner of the mouth is the blood that has dried up, and the scar on the lips that is deeply bitten.

Her breath is so weak, the clothes on her shoulders and arms are torn, revealing the skin of the snow jade and the whiplash.

Moreover, the spiritual power and breathing of the body of the Ming dynasty became invisible, but the body was not naturally twisted and scalded, and the small face closed with both eyes was full of pain and the king.

Nangong 煜 carefully carried her into her arms, and her hot body temperature was like a soldering iron in his palm, even if it was burned by the fire, it was not so painful.

It hurts into the heart and hurts into the bone marrow.

He was careful to care for the girl in the palm of his hand, reluctant to hurt a little.

He is obviously reluctant, but he is willing to stay away, just to protect her girl, and now, it has been hurt to such a point.

Moreover, as soon as he thinks, if he arrives later, the group of beasts will do something to the creek.

In the heart of Nangong Yu, there is a killing intention to destroy the land.

He gathered the confused brook in his arms and slowly stood up.

The cold and bloodthirsty eyes swept through Mr. Liao and his several disciples.

Mr. Liao held his iron bar tightly in his hand and screamed and shouted back and forth. "Rao... forgiveness, His Royal Highness... No... Not me... I don’t want to do this... Yes... It’s Fenglian Shadow, she asked me to deal with Miss Yan. It’s not my business, it’s really not my business!!!”

Mr. Liao’s words have not been finished yet, and Nangong’s sword suddenly stroked gently.

Obviously, it is an understatement. Mr. Liao is still trembling and begging for mercy. He did not realize what happened, and he saw his right hand holding the iron rod and flew out.

"Ah, ah, ah!"!"

Mr. Liao screamed and screamed, and his body slammed into the ground, and fled to the ground.

The second Jianguang gently crossed.

Mr. Liao only felt that his left leg was hurting and he lost his sense of the left leg again.

His face was all snot and tears, but he kept crying in his mouth. "Not me, really not me, it is Fenglian Ying let me do this! Pluto is forgiving, forgive!"

The third Jianguang passed, but this time it was strange. Mr. Liao’s left and right feet flew together.

At this time, Mr. Liao has been crying out, and the blood of the limbs is constantly squirting blood, which is really terrible.

Nangong Temple seems to feel that it is not enough. The corner of the mouth even evokes a touch of Shura-like sneer. "Do not worry, I will keep your life. When the creek wakes up, she must, I want to torture you personally. If you are It’s so dead, maybe the creek will be angry with me!”