The King of Hell’s Genius Pampered Wife

Also entangled in the red silk thread, there was the red golden blood leopard who had caught the little golden dragon who was about to swallow.It was as painful as it was, twisted and torn, but unable to groan.

At the next moment, there were two loud bangs, the red gold leopard exploded, and the flesh and blood shattered to the ground, but the bones were gone.

The little golden dragon fell to the ground, the dragon's tail moved, and his bleak eyes glanced at Xi Yue, then his head tilted and fainted.

At this time, Xiyue couldn't care about anything else, pushed away the power that bound him, and rushed to Xiao Jinlong in three or two steps to hug it.

The little golden dragon was covered with blood and bruised, but he could feel breathing and meridians.

At least, it is still alive, and although seriously injured, it is not incurable.

Xi Yue gently stroked Xiao Jinlong's head and the dragon's horns full of scratches.

Then the little golden dragon was sent into the space.

After entering the Mirage, Xi Yue found that they had contacted the eggs and the little red bird in Xumi's space.

However, by connecting with Ziming Youluo's spirit, she was sure that the little guys were good in the space.

Moreover, there is no problem with the space. She can still send things in the past and take out dead objects, such as the Lishui sword.But there is no way to hide in space and take refuge, nor let Xiaohong come out to help them.

But at the moment, it is okay to send the little golden dragon into the space and let the eggs treat them.

Make sure that Xiao Jinlong is still alive, and it's not a big deal, but just comatose, Xi Yue only a little relieved.

But only slightly, only slightly.

She turned around slowly, her eyes not far away, and the figure of a man in red really reflected in her eyes.

It was a long young man. The red clothes were bloody and sloping down. It was clearly such a bright and warm color, but it always gave a dark and ruinous taste to him.

The man was wearing a mask on his face, and his long black hair was unfettered. It was scattered like ink-colored satin and lined with his exposed hands.

Yes, the man has a pair of perfect hands, just lying so quietly, but it can attract everyone's attention.

White, slender, and well-proportioned, in modern times, only the most perfect pianists and the best surgeons can have such a perfect pair of hands.

However, this is not the first time Xi Yue saw such a pair of hands.

Although once she saw these hands, it was even smaller and younger.

Xiyue took a deep breath and pressed the astringency and almost mad anger, panic, disappointment, unwillingness, and even hatred down the throat, calmly said: "Since the high priest of the gods has appeared, Why hide it, hide its head and tail?"

Her voice was calm, and her eyes fell on the man on the opposite side for a moment. There was no fluctuation in her eyes, only a low-pitched voice that shivered slightly, leaking the inner storms of her heart.

The man in red opposite looked at her silently for a while, and finally slowly said the first sentence in front of Xiyue, "Since this is your wish, Xiyue, I should be satisfied."

The man's voice is lazy and elegant, as if the strings of the cello are gently fluctuated, and it is easy to poke the atrium.

However, Xi Yue listened to this sweet and smiling voice, but only felt her heart sinking a little bit.