The King of Hell’s Genius Pampered Wife

Suxi quietly listened to Gu Liufeng venting all his anger and hatred for years.

She neither comforted nor showed an expression of pity and sympathy because she knew that Gu Liufeng did not need this.

It wasn't until Gu Liufeng had finished speaking that Suxi said lightly: "How do you want to deal with the Murong family, count me. I will help you!"

Gu Liufeng looked up at her violently and said in a dumb voice: "Xi Yue, why...you owe me clearly tomorrow, now I owe you more, why do you... help me this way?"

"I don't know." Puxi smiled lightly and breezy, but there was a faint glory in his eyes. "Maybe it's because the animals in Murong's family are not pleasing to the eye, it may be boring, or it may be because... Someone who says I am your friend."

"Whatever the reason for him, anyway, Xiyue has always only done what I want to do, whatever I want, what reason?"

The dim light in Gu Liufeng's eyes was lighted up little by little, and the deep darkness and despair also turned into Ranxing starlight.

Suddenly, he felt that the hatred, darkness, humiliation, and pain he had experienced had all seemed insignificant.

He was so desperate in the world before, perhaps just to wait for the moment when the light and hope came.

Puxi kicked Murong Linfeng, who passed by and passed away, and asked, "What do you want to do with him?"

Gu Liufeng calmed down and suppressed his tumultuous emotions, then his eyes dimmed and walked to the side to take the already red hot iron.

Suxi stood on the side with arms around his chest, and looked at Gu Liufeng's behavior leisurely. The purple vines on his body flew out silently, covering this side of the dungeon into an isolated world.

Gu Liufeng walked slowly to Murong Linfeng, with strong emotions constantly flashing in his eyes.

There is hatred, hatred, contempt, killing intentions!

Subsequently, he hurriedly lifted up the iron and pressed hard against Murong Linfeng's crotch.

Just listen to "Zi La La La", a sound of scorched flesh came.

Immediately afterwards, the unconscious Murong Linfeng made a terrible cry, and the whole person shrank like a shrimp, screaming, and then rolled around in pain.

With sweat and tears all over his face, he opened his eyes and saw the gorgeous face of Gu Liufeng sneering.

The centipede lying on his face, like a bloody sickle, waved at him, harvesting his name.

Murong Linfeng pointed at Gu Liufeng and said, "You... how could you escape?"

Seeing Gu Liufeng holding a soldering iron in his hand, he walked towards him step by step again, and Murong Linfeng was so scared that his whole body trembled like sieve chaff.

"You... don't come over! What do you want to do? You... If you kill me, my father and my mother will not let you go, neither Murong's family will let you go..."

"Murong Liufeng, I tell you, I think you are your blessing, you are just the son of the Murong family, follow me, I can pass on the most profound practice of your Murong family, I... ah ah ah ———— —!!”

The second time the iron was pressed under his crotch again, Murong Linfeng could no longer stand the fragility and was so torn, wailing and fainting.

At this time, his lower body was already vaguely flesh and blood, and the fabric of his pants and the burnt skin were sticking together and sticking together, which seemed unspeakable nausea and terror.

Gu Liufeng showed a hint of pleasure in his eyes, throwing away the soldering iron, sneeringly said: "Murong Linfeng, I see how you still use your dirty **** to do serious things in the future!"