The King of Hell’s Genius Pampered Wife

Several black men rushed towards her in a roll.

As he rolled, he shouted sternly.

"...Help...here...he is here...help...ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!"

However, without waiting for them to run a few steps, the whole body was torn into two, even three, or four petals.

Blood and water splashed, internal organs fell to the ground, and the air was full of disgusting breath.

Suxi knew that she should enter the darkness to hide her breath, but she didn't know why.

Feeling the breath that enveloped himself from afar, his footsteps could not move.

That breath was too cruel, but too sad and desperate, too angry and mad.

The last man in black fled to a place only ten steps away from Suxi, and issued a sharp cry: "Save me-I don't want to die, save me -----!!!"

However, the next moment, he was torn in half, and the internal organs and flesh fell on the ground.

When he was torn open, his mouth was still wide open, his eyes full of fear.

Suxi felt a bloody smell that made her want to vomit, and warm blood splashed on her face.

Immediately afterwards, the torn apart body was thrown away, and a shadow approached her slowly in the darkness.

The low wailing roar, the rich bloody smell, and the scorching heat that felt only when approaching, as if the skin was scorched.

It was not until the dark figure stood in front of him that Pu Xi realized that the shadow of the beast that roared in front of him, killing dozens of people in the blink of an eye, turned out to be... a person.

Black Shadow approached her step by step, the hot breath scorched on her skin with a bloody brutality.

Those eyes that also shined in the dark night were completely like the vertical pupils of the beast, but they exuded the color of blood that scared people.

Suxi swallowed, her long, cold fingers snapped on the shadowless needle, and said dumbly, "Who are you?"

Far away, countless footsteps rushed towards this side quickly.

The group of people in black are obviously here to catch the person in front of them.

"Roar~~~~~~~" A roaring voice came from the shadow's throat, mixed with the man's husky lowness and the ferocious brutality of the beast.

The shadowless needle in Suxi's hand was almost shot out, and suddenly the light from the far-away spar was lightly projected on the shadow.

It's just this short, almost dim light and shadow.

Suxi's hand suddenly flicked, his eyes widened incredulously, "Ouyang Haoxuan?!!!"

How could it be Ouyang Haoxuan?!!

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The time went back to a few hours before the closing ceremony of the hunting contest was not over.

In a remote cave at the foot of Broken Soul Mountain, Ouyang Zhixiong opened his eyes in confusion.

At the moment of consciousness, he only felt that his whole body was sour as if he were to melt, and the original cultivation practice of the Jindan period seemed to be solidified by something and could not be brought into play at all.

Ouyang Zhixiong looked around, looking at a few masked men in black.

There were only two people headed by him. One was dressed in a white scholar robe of ordinary appearance, and the other was tall, wearing a dark red woven flower cannon, but wearing a black mask on his face, covering most of his face.

Seeing that Ouyang Zhixiong woke up, both of them walked towards him, and an invisible spirit came to his face, leaving Ouyang Zhixiong full of excitement.