The King of Hell’s Genius Pampered Wife

The egg is also swaying, as if drunk: "My mother, why is Xumi space turning, and the egg is so hot, I want to take a cold bath~~"

Xiyue stood up cautiously from the bed, and purple vines appeared in her palms.

The door of the room creaked open, and a familiar figure walked slowly into the hazy sight.

The long figure, the handsome eyebrows, the affectionate gaze, everything is exactly the same as in the memory.

The purple vine in Xiyue's hand was almost swayed out. After seeing the true face of the coming person, the vine hung softly.

The man walked in front of Xi Yue in two or three steps, gazing at her momentarily, and said affectionately: "Xi Yue, I'm back!"

Xi Yue stared at him stunnedly, without speaking or moving.

A slight crimson color appeared in the clear phoenix eyes.

The man stretched out his hand distressedly, trying to hold her in his arms, muttering in his mouth, "Yue'er, I blame me badly and make you suffer. I will love you in the future!"

Between the words, Xiu Yue's clothes had already been touched.

The girl's fresh and fragrant atmosphere is surrounded by a strange sweet smell, spreading in the air, causing the men's blood to boil.

With a hard hand, he was about to hold the man in his arms.

Suddenly, a purple light flashed in front of him, and Ziming Youluo quickly wrapped his wrists, several twists, binding him like a dumpling.

The man ooped and fell to the ground, rolling down like a cocoon.

The purple vines had reached his face, and the dense teeth above them with a fierce and fierce light slowly approached the man.

The man shouted in shock, "Ah, don't come. Yue'er, you, you... what are you doing? I'm zero!"

Xi Yue walked slowly to the man and slowly said in a cold voice: "First, he does not call zero; second, he will not call me Yueer."

As soon as the words fell, the Lishui sword cut towards somewhere in the void.

The original sweet fragrance flew in an instant, and the people who were bound like twists on the ground also showed their true colors.

A puffy body, a frivolous face, and a terrified and cowardly expression.

It turned out to be Yun Tianxiang, the three masters of Yunfu.

Of course, Yun Tianxiang also found that the formation was forced, and his eyes widened in shock. "No, this is impossible! This illusion cannot even be broken by my elder brother or even the mahayana monks. Why can you break it?"

At this time, Xi Yue had already come to him.

Seeing Xi Yue's frosty face, Yun Tianxiang's lust was finally dominated by fear, screaming: "You, you, what are you going to do? I'm the three masters of the Yun family, you dare to move me, there will be no good The end!"

"Third!" Xiyue said slowly, "The last thing you should do is to use his looks to confuse me!"

Yun Tianxiang opened his mouth and shouted: "I--"

It was just that he hadn't spoken yet, a flash of Li Mang flashed, and he leaned on his mouth.

The roots of the red tongue were broken and dropped to the side, and the gurgling blood poured out of Yun Tianxiang's mouth.

The severe pain made him cry like a pig, but he could no longer speak.

At this moment, the girl in front of him who had been obsessed with him had become a demon from hell.

The smile that fascinated him was the last straw that destroyed his spirit.