The King of Hell’s Genius Pampered Wife

Xiyuezhen took the fruit of Futu up and placed it in a necklace with golden silk, and hung it around his neck.

The original cold seed epidermis exudes a warm and soft breath when it touches her skin.It's like the familiar person has never left and has been guarding her.

The little red bird tweeted and flew over, flapping its wings and stopping on Xi Yue's shoulder, "Little girl... uh, okay, Xi Yue, what should I do if the space becomes like this~ ? Hurry up and fix it~ Chirp~"

Xi Yue shook his head and said: "I just read the master plan. There is a warning on the last page of the master plan. The space has been seriously damaged and needs to enter the self-repair stage. And this stage will take a long time unless we can find the materials to repair it. ."

"Xiaohong, I plan to temporarily close the space to reduce the loss of spiritual power here, so that it can better repair itself. How about you? Do you want to stay here or go out with me?"

When you go out, it means that there is no way to enter the space in a short time, nor can you take things out of the space.

But the little red bird didn't even hear the question behind Xi Yue. The bird hair all over the body exploded, and he said angrily: "You are little red, and your family is all little red. I am a god bird. Did the god bird hear it? Tweet~~Xiaohong is in this soil, does the name of the suffice match me?"

Xiyue tilted her head for a moment and thought, "That's calling you red? Little bird? Red bird?"

Little Red Bird: "............" Tweet, ah, with this little girl, its bird life is hopeless, woo woo~

Xiyue turned around and touched the little purple buds gently on the ground.

This is the seedling of Ziming Youluo. It is the only one alive in this battle except for the little red bird.

But I also got a little hurt, so now I'm a little bit languid.

"Xiaozi, you stay here to recuperate..."

Xi Yue still hadn't finished speaking, but Ziming Youluo shook violently.

No, no, it must follow the master, it must protect the master!

The expression on Xiyue's face became softer, and there was nothing more to say, but a purple vine suddenly rose from the young seedlings and fell in front of Xiyue.

"This is..." Xiyue picked up the purple vine, and with a consciousness, it immediately shrank very small and hid in Xiyue's sleeve.

This is the Ziming Youluo's avatar, which is almost as invulnerable as the main body, can be swallowed, and can create an enchantment. However, unlike the Ziming Youluo, this avatar is unconscious, and it is more like an analogy. A sword, a whip, not a living magic plant.

After the purple vines were separated, the lingering purple seedlings became more listless.But Xiyue could feel that it was very happy and excited.

Xiyue carefully collected the purple vines, gently stroked the purple seedlings, and the endlessly running Zhenyuan slowly circulated, "Xiaozi, thank you!"

"Tweet~~" Little red birds flew around and made meaningless calls.

The space became noisy, but Xiyue still felt very big and lonely.

There was no petty screaming mother-in-law, no silly cow following silly followers, no little golden dragon stupidly calling himself a deity, no Koike’s clear eyes looking at her called sister...

The original beautiful and clear space has also become disappointed at this time, as if carrying Xi Yue's grief and longing.

Xi Yue closed her eyes without tears.

She glanced at Xuanxiao Temple again, where all her relatives and friends lay.