The King of Hell’s Genius Pampered Wife

But the face of the man in red was not much more than Nang Yu.

And his body seemed to inadvertently exude, even more terrifying and terrifying than Nangong Yu.

The man in red walked out of Nalan Mansion, and his gaze slowly fell on Feng Yunjing and Zheng Tangzhu.

At this moment, Feng Yunjing and Zheng Zhengzhu were all stiff, and sweat beads on his forehead rushed out.

The man in red smiled slightly, stretched out his slender fingers, and drew a word gently against his lips.

That smile was more dazzling than the bloom of flowers, but in the eyes of Feng Yunjing and Zheng Tang, it seemed that he saw the ghosts in hell, making their knees trembling and soft.

Finally, he could no longer withstand the pressure, and fell to his knees with a puff.

Forbidden words!Forbidden words!

Feng Yunjing's eyes were full of fear. What humiliation, inferiority, and unwillingness in his heart were thrown out of Jiu Xiaoyun, leaving only the surrender and fear that came from his heart and dared not resist.

Just a few hours ago, they watched Suzaku dead because of the mute trigger, but now they are also given the same mute ban.

Life and death are completely controlled in the hands of others, but his heart cannot rise to any idea of ​​resistance.

The man in red finished the word, and no longer looked at them. His sleeves flicked lightly, and a red arc was drawn in the air.

Immediately after that, Feng Yunjing only felt the dazzling white light flash in front of his eyes, and he closed his eyes subconsciously.

When he opened it again, he was horrified to find that the entire Nalan Mansion in front of him... disappeared!

That's right, it did not collapse into ruins, nor was it blown into fly ash, but disappeared completely.

The red man's figure had already risen into the air, and he leapt into a snowy white spaceship.

The spaceship is only slightly larger than Feijian, but it is crystal clear all over, and it also exudes a chill.

The Fengyunjing Station was far away from the spaceship, and he could feel the bitter cold, which was more bitter than Wannian Xuanbing.

The man in red stood on top of the white jade spaceship. The slender figure seemed to exude a shining glory, but he didn't feel the biting ice cold at all.

Feng Yunjing's mouth opened, his body trembling slightly, and he seemed to want to say something.

But in the blink of an eye, the white jade spacecraft disappeared into the air, and no trace was seen.

The surrounding ice and pressure suddenly disappeared, Feng Yunjing breathed out a sudden, the sweat on his face ticked down like rain.

Master Zheng was sitting on the ground with a butt, trembling: "Young Master, that man in red...who is he? How could there be such a horrible cultivation, and just at that moment, Nalan was razed? In order to level the ground, what kind of cultivation must be done..."

Zheng Tangzhu's words were not finished yet. Suddenly his eyes widened suddenly, and his two eyes almost spit out.

He reached out his hands in horror and pressed against his throat, and there was a clicking sound in his mouth.

However, his struggle didn't take a few breaths, and there was a loud bang in his throat, then the entire head flew out and rolled on the ground.

Feng Yunjing was also stunned by the scene in front of him. He stared blankly at Master Tang’s bloody head, as well as his eyes that seemed to roll out, and the body couldn’t help it. There was a chill.