The King of Hell’s Genius Pampered Wife

Nalan Fei Xue's sleeves were picked up, but only the white and smooth skin was seen, and there were traces of whip.

Xianglan is sweating and her eyes are scared and unbelievable. "No...Impossible! I clearly saw it with your own eyes. You all saw it with your own eyes?"

Nalan Feixue was still unable to hurt at this time, and her face was covered with tears and Nalan Zhengze’s clothes. "Father, save me, I hurt, it hurts... It’s all that people fight. I, father, you have to be the master of me!"

She cried so miserly, but her face was ruddy, her aura was stable, and there was no scar on her body. It was like a serious injury to a patient.

Nalan Zhengze is a four-person doctor. If a person has any injuries, he will still be wrong.

At this point I felt that I was being fooled, and suddenly I became angry and broke the hand of Nalan Fei Xue: "Shut up, are you still addicted to being fooled by your father?"

Speaking of the servants who pointed to Nalan Feixue, "What are you still doing? Don't take your Missess down, isn't it enough to be shameful to stay here?"

Those servants were full of horror and horror, and where they dared to delay, they quickly helped the crying Nalan Feixue back.

Mai Xiang glanced at the fragrant Xianglan, and said, "Miss, I think we will go back, although the other hospitals are more rudimentary, but at least no one will give you a sigh of relief."

"There are so many people in this house who don't like you, even a cockroach can fall in love with you. I don't think it's interesting to keep you."

Nalan Zhengze heard the face sinking, and the sharp sight swept toward Xianglan, and he shouted: "Come on, drag the **** of the fallen master, and smash the dandy for me, the rod is smashed!"

Pandan trembled fiercely and looked up incredulously.

The cold and cruel eyes of Shangnaran Zhengze, the fear suddenly flooded up.

"Young master, young master, help! I don't dare anymore! I will never dare any more, ask the master and the young master to spare me a life!"

Xianglan desperately rushed to Nalan to ask for help.

Nalan's face is also somewhat ugly, but she is helpless in her mouth: "You are offended by the three sisters, asking me to be useless. But I think the three sisters and bodhisattvas will be forgiving and forgiving."

Xianglan heard the words immediately and changed her mind to Tunxi. She kept slap in front of her and slap in front of her. "Miss Miss, all the slaves and sorrowful fans, will fall into the Miss Three, and ask Miss San to have a large number of adults. Let me spare, oh... Miss San is forgiving!"

Yanxi looked at Nalanyu with a smile and smiled slowly: "My brother is really a bodhisattva, and even a beggar is willing to ask for her. Just when my sister was desecrated, how can I not see you saying something for my sister? ?"

Nalan was too late to say anything, Nalan Zhengze immediately became more ugly, and coldly said: "You are still doing something, don't just drag this to me! Don't let Miss San look disgusted again. !"

Soon, there was a small donkey from Naran, rushing up, and dragging down the screaming and cursing Xianglan.

Nalan looked at the direction in which the fragrance disappeared, and the darkness was dull, and the resentment against Tunxi was deeper.

Nalan Zhengze looked at Tunxi. At this time, the gaze was already harmonious. "Chuxi, now that you have returned to Naran, you will naturally be Miss San of Nalan.