The King of Hell’s Genius Pampered Wife

Su Xi walked slowly to Mrs. Nalan, squatted down in front of her, and reached out to gently stroke her pleated collar.

Mrs. Naran shuddered and her teeth giggled against the cold war.

At this moment, the girl's clear and transparent voice slowly passed into her ears, "Murong Yaru, do you think that I am still the former Nalan Puxi who bullied you?"

She leaned in to Mrs. Nalan's ear and whispered: "Tell you a secret? The Nalan Suxi was already dead, and died in the hands of your baby daughter Nalan Feixue. Now standing in front of you, It was Puxi who came back from hell. You said, how should I retaliate against someone who has bullied me?"

"You...you...I..." Mrs. Naran's pupils contracted, her body cramped, and the fear on her face had become chaotic and mad.

Suxi stood up with satisfaction, and without looking at Mrs. Nalan on the ground, Shi Shiran left Hengfangyuan.

A moment later, Mrs. Naran hysterical shouts came from Hengfangyuan.

"Ghost...Ghost! She's a ghost...She's here to kill...No! She's a monster, she's a terrible monster...Save me... Come and save me!"

The shouting cry spread to every corner of Nalan House, making everyone panic.

In the afternoon, the news of Madame Nalan's madness recurring reached her ears, and she couldn't help laughing.

How can this be considered a relapse?

It's just a small appetizer, the real show is still behind!

She said earlier that these people owe a debt to Lan Suxi, and she will one day help all to come back!

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"Slave slave is Cuizhu."

"The slave-servant is lotus."

"We are specially chosen by the young master to serve the lady."

Two well-dressed and pretty girls stood in front of Suxi and saluted her respectfully.

The two acted very respectfully and completely, without Pandan's arrogance at all. The clothes they wore were damask brocades, but they were not too flamboyant, and the words and deeds showed the training of the family's maidservants.

What’s even more rare is that they still have the five or six levels of Qi cultivation practice. This kind of strength is not common even in Xiaoliu and the housekeeper.

He Xiang took a step forward, Wen Wenyi smiled and said: "We were originally first-class maidservants who were waiting for the young master personally. Before coming, the young master specially told us that you are his sister, so let us be sure to serve you well."

Cuizhu also bowed: "Miss, if you have any needs, you can tell us, we will help you get it done."

What the two men said was that nothing happened between Suxi and Qingluan.

Mai Xiang raised a strong sense of crisis.

These two girls look better than her, Xiuwei is on par with her, so they can talk, if... if the young lady really regards them as a confidant, what should I do?

Seeing that Hexiang was about to prepare to help Fuxi, Mai Xiang immediately stepped forward and squeezed away Hexiang, "Miss doesn't like strangers touching her."

He Xiang was staggered, and Jiaomi's face immediately showed an aggrieved expression.

Yingying's teardrops couldn't fall away, and she looked at Puxi with silence.

Suxi nodded Mai Xiang's head, but only smiled and did not speak.

He didn't even look at the poor Hexiang, but walked outside to look at this Xinyueju.

It was too late yesterday, so I did not take a closer look.

Now it seems to find that this Xinyueju actually gave her a wonderful sense of familiarity.