The King of Hell’s Genius Pampered Wife

This kid really hates!Xi'er actually roared for him!

However, he didn't show anything at all, just a gentle look: "Xi'er, this is not a place to reminisce, let's leave here as soon as possible. This kid...cough, your brother was shut down by Nalan Zhengze for so long, Maybe he was moved by him, but if he finds it, it is not good."

Suxi immediately woke up and looked at Nangong Yu’s eyes full of guilt. “Sorry, I just lost my mind. You’re right. We have to find a way to prevent Nalan Zhengze from discovering that Koike is missing.”

Nangong Yu put the teenagers on the side and hugged Suxi into his arms and said softly: "Silly girl, how can I blame you! No matter what you want to do, I will always do it for you, but you are my Nangong Yu's only identified wife."

With that, Ling Li's eyes glanced at the ignorant and scared teenager, and he warned with his eyes: Seeing it, stinky boy, your sister is mine, so let me be far away from her if you are acquaintance.

Suxi's face was red, and his heart was so touched and sweet.

If it weren't for Nangong Yu, she didn't know when she would find her brother, and she could rescue him without incident.

The damn Nalan Zhengze actually used her brother's flesh and blood to become his god doctor.

And she also raised her brother like a beast, let him live a life that is not as good as pigs and dogs.

She didn't have much hatred for Nalan's family, at most, she was only optimistic about the play and the mentality of revenge and teasing.

But it is different now!

Nalan House, Nalan Zhengze, she Suxi vowed to make them pay thousands of times for what they had done!

Thinking of this, Su Xi's eyes flashed with light and cold, and suddenly sneered, "Nangong Yu, can you trouble you one thing?"

"Ok?"

"Bring me in here for me."

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Nalan Ziyun was so rancid that it made him want to vomit.

He opened his eyes confusingly, and his face soon reflected a thin, pale, but handsome young face.

The teenager leaned close to him, looking at him curiously with his head tilted, his eyes flashing with doubtful light that was clear to no impurities.

"Who?!" Nalan Ziyun reached out in a panic and pushed.

Putting his hand on the young man's face, he was about to exert force, but the young man seemed to be frightened. He opened his mouth and bit it in his hand.

The sharp teeth punctured his skin and flesh, and even the bones felt the bite force, and the blood poured out of the spring.

"Ah--!" Nalan Ziyun screamed and shook his hand hard.

A more intense pain came, and when he withdrew his hand, he saw that the edge of his left palm had been bitten off a piece of flesh.

The strong pain made Nalan Ziyun's heart burst with anger and murderous intentions. He, the young master, was used to pride himself, where did he suffer such pain and humiliation.

Seeing the young man's eyes suddenly burst into a bit of murderous intent, the body's spiritual power surged violently.

The young man grinned his teeth, holding a piece of meat in his mouth, showing a nervous, panicked and alert expression, and landed his hands on the ground, staring straight at Nalan Zijun.

Suddenly, a slender, sculpted, white, jade-carved hand was pressed on top of the teenager's head, dragging him off the ground.

The hand took care of the teenager's hair gently and signaled him to spit out the meat in his mouth.