The King of Hell’s Genius Pampered Wife

Qingluan was about to rush over, but stopped suddenly.

I saw a purple vine emerge from the wrist of Suxi, and flew like an arrow, entangled Nalan Feixue's whip.

Then, with only a few clicks, the black-gold whip of Sipin's magic weapon was swallowed by wisteria under the eyes of everyone.

After the upgrade of Ziming Youluo, in addition to lurking into the ground, it also has one more skill.

That was vines that could only absorb liquids, and now they can directly devour various crystals, magic weapons and bones.

It's just that the process of creating this skill is really hard to say.

For the cultivation of a few little guys, Suxi is not stingy.

The third-grade and fourth-grade spars needed for cultivation do not want money to make the other party in the space, let them use at will.

Egg eggs, dragons and cows and cows can all directly absorb the spiritual power in the spar, and then cooperate with the nine ghost spring water to practice.

But Ziming Youluo doesn't work, it can only draw spiritual power and flesh from living creatures, but there is no way for such dead things as spar.

In a hurry, it came up with a way to turn the vine into a small hole that was originally used to absorb blood, and all turned into a sharp little mouth, and then chewed the crystal stone in one bite and swallowed it.

When Suxi first saw this scene, listening to the crunching sound, he only felt his back molars were hurting.

Nalan Feixue was stunned by the scene before him, and then looked at Ziming Youluo's eyes full of scorching and greed, "What magic weapon do you use, such a precious magic weapon really gives you this kind of spiritual waste. It's too wasteful. If you hand it over, I might let you go. Otherwise, you will feel better later."

When Puxi used Ziming Youluo, she didn't need any spiritual power at all, so Nalan Feixue thought she was still a mortal who didn't cultivate, but she only used powerful magic weapons.

Xu Xi chuckled and said, "Really, how are you going to make me feel better?"

With that said, the purple whip in his hand lifted up as if spiritually, and fell heavily.

With a "pop" sound, Nalan Feixue screamed sharply, fell to the ground violently, and wailed with pain.

Suxi chuckled lightly: "Is it so uncomfortable? Or is it?"

The second and third vines threw heavily on Nalan Feixue.

Straight, she rolled all over the floor, making a pig-like howl.

Her heart was full of disbelief. Was this still the cowardly and timid Nalanpuxi who only knew how to cry and beg for her?

She dare to beat herself, is she impatient of living!

"Nalan Puxi, you dare to hit me, you dare to hit me, bitch, I want you not to die! Ah ah---!!!"

"Come here! Help!"

Suxi's hand didn't move, and her body stood upright, with a cold smile on her face.

However, the purple whip rushing out of her hand was pumped on Nalan Feixue, and she was so painful that she was desperate.

Puxi's eyes were dark and coldly said: "Nalan Feixue, did you lash Nalan Puxi in the same way?"

"She begged you and cried for you to spare her, but you smoked more and more ruthlessly."

"Since you like whipping so much, I will let you taste this feeling now. Why, shouldn't you thank me?"

As the purple whip twitched hard on Nalan Feixue, her aching body twitched, and she finally had no strength to roll.