The King of Hell’s Genius Pampered Wife

Xuan Mu didn't seem to see everyone's face at all, but said coldly: "He can live to prove Xi Yue's innocence."

Jin Zeyu and others were stunned, and immediately responded. Many people in the branch of Huangyao clenched their fists tightly, pressing down their fears and telling themselves that Xiyue was okay, there would be nothing wrong!

On the other side, Nangong Hua stiffened for a long time before he took a breath and pointed at Nangong Yu in shock and terror, screaming: "Nangong Yu, what are you doing? Nangong Xin is your dear third uncle! Are you about to be kissed? Just for a darling poplar's pet? You..."

Nangong Yu's second sword was slashed out, with a world-destroying momentum.

The rolling thundercloud rushed into the sky, and then fell from the sky.

Everyone onlookers showed a horrified expression, and fell down and thundered, and they were frightened not to listen to escape.

There was a mess at the scene, and even the old lady of Nangong was almost knocked down by the crowd.

Everyone, including Lu Zhixi and Yun Jingxue, looked at Nangong Yu's eyes full of terror.

At this time, Nangong Yu's expression was extremely calm, but the pair of dark eyes were red, like burning hell fire.

He didn't bring a touch of tenderness to his eyes, but instead seemed to smash everyone into pieces.

Even Qingluan and Xuanwu were shocked, and felt that Nangong Yu felt like a completely different person.

Nangong Yu’s sword again pointed to Nangong Hua, who even shook his hand holding the magic weapon, "Tell me, where is Xi Yue? Otherwise, I don’t mind pulling you all to hell!"

Nangong Hua walked back step by step. A master of dignified disbelief, facing his nephew at the same level, he actually felt the fear of extinguishing the top and had no courage to fight at all.

Just as the thunder clouds were spreading, and there was a crossbow, a voice was heard outside the crowd that was clear and sweet, and hard to distinguish between male and female.

"Nangong Yu, I am here."

The sound penetrated the thunder and passed into everyone's ears with crystal clear transparency.

Nangong Yu's sword movement suddenly stiffened, as if his body was stuck, he could only slowly turn around stiffly.

The thundercloud shrouded in the sky slowly disappeared, and the terrifying, ruinous breath gradually receded.

Everyone turned back suddenly, looking in the direction of the sound.

I saw a beautiful young man with a cool look, but with a soft and soothing look in his eyes, he looked at the stiff Nangong Yu.

The young man walked slowly to Nangong Yu, looking up at him, a soft smile on his lips.

The smile is so shallow that it is almost absent, but the people who see it only feel like flowers blooming, the clouds disappear in a flash, and the sky is clear.

"Nangong Yu, don't worry, I'm here."

Nangong Yu stared at her for a long time, and suddenly stretched out her hand, holding her tightly and tightly into her arms.

The hot tears overflowed from his eyes, buried deep in the neck of Suxi Xinxiang, which was not seen by anyone, and dripped between the delicate white clavicle.

The scorching temperature, like the imprint of the soul, sinks into the heart of Suxi, telling the man's fear and longing, despair and affection.

Nangong Yu, he really regarded himself as all his life, even more important than his own life.

Suxi reached out and hugged him back, gently patting his back, as if appeasing the man who was almost out of control: "Nangong Yu, don't worry, I'm fine."

Thinking of his experience in that barren yard, Suxi was also afraid for a while.