The King of Hell’s Genius Pampered Wife

With full of doubts and vigilance, Xi Yue slowly walked out of the dilapidated hut.

The entrance is a quiet and beautiful valley, where there is no spiritual power, but the mountains and rivers are green, the flowers and trees are shaded, the air is fresh and beautiful.

At that time, Xiyue liked it very much, more than Goddess Valley later.

Probably because this is the only beautiful but ordinary place, similar to the world she once lived in, but so much different.

Suddenly, Xi Yue's gaze stopped not far away.

Before and after the chalet is a piece of green grass, and there is a lush sycamore tree not far away.

At this time, sitting under a sycamore tree was a young man with long hair like ink and red clothes like blood. His face was a little pale, and his skin was crystal clear like jade, which was comparable to a good girl, so it seemed to be transparent in the sun.

A light smile hung from the corner of the teenager's mouth, and the peach blossom eyes waved, and when she saw her, she dazzled the dazzling star light.

Xiyue heard the voice of the young Qingyue, "Xiyue, didn't you say you want to roast a bird for me?"

Xiyue looked at this scene, listening to these words, suddenly a little trance, could not tell whether he was in a dream or reality.

She walked slowly over to the teenager, looked at him from the top, frowned: "Wei Zixi, what the hell do you want to do?"

The young man in red below raised his eyebrows slightly, and the starlight in his eyes faded. "You won't let me roast the stupid bird. I have listened to you and didn't touch it. What should I do to get angry with me?"

Xiyue's breath was stagnant, and she was speechless for a while.

It wasn't until this moment that she remembered the words of the boy in red.

In the wilderness continent, when the unknown just woke up, his character was not so cold and paranoid.

His eyes were as shining as the sea of ​​stars, and occasionally a plain smile could be seen on his face.

Even at that time, he would often fight with Xiaohong, one person, one beast, and two eyes, and also be very lively, adding a lot of interest to her at that time.

Later, slowly, the eyes of the young man in red began to have a different scenery deep in his eyes.

His character is getting colder and colder, he is more and more ruthless when he kills, and more and more creepy when he laughs.

Since when did Xi unknown become so confused and full of cold and horrible atmosphere?

Xi Yue sighed slightly, suddenly crouched down and grabbed the teenager's wrist.

The wrist pulse is the lifeblood of man, and is a weakness that threatens death like a heart.

The weakness was caught by Xi Yue, but the young man in red didn't mean to struggle halfway, but he lipped his lips and looked at her with complicated eyes.

At the next moment, Xiyue turned to the root of wood.

The power of pure origin embraces the body of the teenager, flowing gently and softly through every inch of meridians in his body.

This is not an attacking force as opposed to a destructive force, but pure and gentle energy for healing.

The power of the source is everywhere, and the injuries that were originally suppressed in the body exploded, making the youngster's eyebrows slightly picked.

This was already extremely painful, and ordinary people couldn't bear it at all, but he just raised his eyebrows, not even a trace of pain.

Is he already ignorant of the pain, or has he endured too much pain.

It's just that Xi Yue didn't care if he would hurt.

Breaking up and standing up, putting it to death and then regenerating, the repressed injury is stimulated and recovered a little bit under the comfort of the original power.