The King of Hell’s Genius Pampered Wife

"But..." Nan Gong's gaze fell on the torn clothes of Tunxi, gently whispering like: "You dare to touch the creek, you dare to touch the brook! Just broke the limbs, how is enough? !!"

Later, the voice of Nangong Temple has become violent and crazy.

As soon as the voice fell, I saw a piece of watermelon-sized stone that suddenly flew up and flew high and high, then fell straight down, and squatted in the middle of Mr. Liao’s crotch.

During the time, the flesh and blood splashed, and the pelvis broke, giving a squeaky sound.

Mr. Liao has already vented more gas, but this blow made him scream again and again, and finally passed out.

Nan Gongyi packed up Mr. Liao, and his eyes slowly fell on the black men who had been desperately running away.

At that time, the men could almost say that they were even crawling and rushing toward the place where Fenglian Ying and the glazed disciples were shrinking.

As they rolled, they cried and cried, "Binglian Fairy, Miss Feng, help! Save us!"

Some people also pleaded for mourning in the South Palace. "Pluto, we are just in the name of Master, we don't touch Miss Miss, we really don't! Oh..."

Nangong煜 held a ring in the middle of the river, holding a sword and walking slowly toward the crowd.

His stance seemed to be a stroll, and there was no spiritual fluctuation in the whole body, but the two cold eyes were everywhere, but they made two wars that everyone feared.

Fenglian Ying has been watching him from the beginning of Nangong Temple. At this time, watching him walk with Tunxi, he finally couldn’t help but cry. "Hey brother, are you going to kill me? I am doing this." Everything is because I love you!"

"For so many years, I have been with you all the time. I always thought that I would be your wife. If it weren't for this woman, you would be my husband and I will love you!"

"Hey brother, it's just a low-lying woman with a low status. You don't have any benefit when you marry her. Only me, only I can deserve you!"

Nangong looked up at her and smiled coldly: "Are you finished?"

Fenglian Ying shuddered at his cold, red bloodthirsty eyes, and his voice screamed more hysterically. "Hey brother, don't you kill me for this monk?"

"I am the lord of the glazed ancestor, the maiden of the phoenix family, I am still your savior, just for such a shameful slut, you will kill me? Hey brother, you are not afraid of Fengjia looking for you to settle accounts. ?"

"Not to mention, this awkward woman has long been insulted. She is born with sorrow. She is very enthusiastic about Mr. Liao and the men. Her body has long been occupied, hahaha... for such a shameless woman, Hey brother, why are you..."

The words of Fenglian Ying have not been finished yet, and the sword of Nangong Temple has been gently swept out.

A light and clever sword, but the earth shakes, the wind is rolling.

The dark pressure of horror shrouded everyone, and under the sword, Feng Lianying and her brothers and sisters vomited blood.

Then, there was a sword that passed through their bodies and faces without mercy.

The clothes of Fenglian Ying were cut by the sword light, and the body was constantly scratched with scars. The shape of the scar was very similar to the whip in the body of Tunxi.