The King of Hell’s Genius Pampered Wife

But at this look, her expression was distorted for a while, and the movement of drawing magic was also rigid for a moment.

Because Xi Yue and Zero were immersed in their own world, they didn't listen to the criticism of others, and they didn't look around.

Xi Yue was very attentive when painting, and because Ji Mingyu's spiritual level was too high, she wanted to be intact, and her spiritual concentration could only be mentioned as the highest.

After painting for a while, fine sweat beads oozed from her forehead.

Just before she could wipe it, a pair of slender, cold, but extremely gentle hands touched her forehead and gently wiped the sweat off her forehead.

The slightly rough thin cocoon in the palm of her hand crossed her delicate skin, causing Xi Yue's heart to shudder for a while, and the concentration of painting was dispersed.

She glared at the man who disturbed her with dissatisfaction, her eyes full of petite and angry.

What responded to her was Ji Mingyu's completely unchanging cold face, just holding her waist with one hand and holding her hand with the other, gently sketching in the air.

While drawing the illusion, he did not prevent him from releasing Lingmiao.

It's just that the girl's body is slightly glowing, and the hand around her waist is getting tighter, as if she will be swallowed in at any time.

Xiyue's face was red, but fortunately it was not covered by a cloth towel.

She earned her money and wanted to get rid of Ji Mingyu holding her hand, and after no effect, she had to give up.

He glared at him with a bit of coquettishness before continuing to complete his own illusion.

This move was intimate and tacit between the two, but it was not that they made it deliberately, but sincerely wanted to express their love for each other.

These two people are clearly on the stage that tens of thousands of people are paying attention to, but they have become their own time, as if no one can get in.

Slowly, the women who were still whispering about Xi Yue who was not worthy of Ji Mingyu stopped talking.

Although it was full of hearts, I have to admit that Zero Great God really likes Xiyue. Raising his hands and throwing himself in the foot all seemed to indulge the girl into the bone.

Yun Feifei's hand stiffly stopped in mid-air, watching this scene, the fire of jealousy burning in her chest, entrenched in her heart like a viper, so that she was full of eyes and only wanted to tear Xi Yue, or even do nothing else.

After Ling Miao was cast, it was not drawn as a phantom, and slowly became an "ink dot." After the phantom was activated, this time became the flaw of the entire phantom.

Yue Tingyuan saw that Lingmiao was almost condensing into ink, and Yun Feifei had not moved. He only reminded, "Fifi, let's finish the magical drawing first!"

Yun Feifei suddenly recovered, and quickly sketched in the air. Although Ling Miao did not condense, this stroke was too hasty, in the end it lost the original smart and beautiful charm.

The flame of resentment flashed in Yun Feifei's eyes, suddenly lowering his voice, and said in a voice heard by only two people: "Do it!"

Yue Tingyuan's face changed.

He certainly knew what Yun Feifei meant by hands-on, but he really didn't want to keep up with zero.

At that time, the scene of the zero-one move killing him instantly in the fighting arena has almost become his soul and nightmare.

Opening his mouth and trying to say something, he swallowed it back under Yun Feifei's harsh gaze.

Yue Tingyuan gritted his teeth and secretly observed Xi Yue and Ji Mingyu for a while.

When both of them focused on painting, the moment he didn't notice, his fingers moved lightly.