The King of Hell’s Genius Pampered Wife

The sword light transformed from Haotian's Scepter also instantly penetrated Ji Mingyu's body, causing him to fall to the ground all at once, spitting out blood.

Ji Mingyu's eyes have returned to the clear, and his eyes fell on Haotian Scepter. His eyes were full of shock. "Why is Haotian Scepter in your hand?!"

Wei Zixi gently turned the scepter of value in his hand, but his expression was so careless: "Want to know why, soon you can go down and ask Jun Linxi!"

Ji Mingyu wanted to mobilize the spiritual power in the body again, but found that the body could no longer move.

Haotian Scepter is not just a holy weapon, Wei Zixi was also poisoned on it, seeing the venom of blood sealing throat, although Ji Mingyu is a god, but his body is extremely weak at this time.

Although this poison does not kill him, it also makes him no longer capable of fighting, and he can no longer even make a sound.

Wei Zixi said slowly: "I have always wanted you to die since I got [Heaven's Prediction] from Junlinxi. But there has never been a moment like now, and even if you pay any price, you will be put to death!"

Because you have someone you shouldn't have, and you have taken away the only treasure that belongs to me.

So, you damn it!

As soon as the words fell, Wei Zixi's scepter once again radiated a colorful light, which was about to turn into a sword and pierce Ji Mingyu's body.

Suddenly, the careless lazy smile on Wei Zixi's face froze on his face.

For the first time in those eyes that were always laid-back, deep, and bottomless, shocked and unbelievable emotions were revealed.

His face was pale, and now it was pale and complete.

He moved very slowly, slowly lowering his head, looking at his abdomen.

The red shirt was still bloody, without dust, but at this time the shirt was pierced with a hole, and the purple vine swayed, pierced from his back, and pierced from the front chest.

Wei Zixi, of course, what is this purple vine.

It was Ziming Youluo. He had never put it in his eyes before, but he could often see it.

It was the man who had always held it in his hand, gently pulled it out, and withdrew it neatly, and then there would be a purple smile on his face.

Before that, Wei Zixi never thought that Ziming Youluo's attack would really fall on him.

But now, he has pierced his body.

The waveless heart, the heart that can control everything, for the first time surging waves.

It is hatred, jealousy, unwillingness, pain, sorrow!

This is an emotion he has not experienced for tens of thousands of years.

Xi Yue wanted to kill him, Xi Yue, shot him!

And all of this is for the man in front of me, all for Ji Mingyu!

The fire in Wei Zixi's eyes burned like flames, and the light on Haotian's Scepter was not dark but bright.

Immediately, the sword light of the Saint will pierce Ji Mingyu's head, making him no longer alive.

But at the next moment, the thin and weak figure was blocked in front of Haotian Scepter, blocking Ji Mingyu behind him firmly.

The girl's eyes were so indifferent, and she looked at him decisively again, the Lishui sword in her hand raised high, pointing directly at his heart.

The sword separated the distance between the two, just like a rift, and like an oath of grace.

Wei Zixi rarely had a look on his face, but just looked at the girl in front of him, "Do you really want to kill me for this man? Sister, did you forget? At the bottom of the pit, you promised to protect me To the last moment."