The King of Hell’s Genius Pampered Wife

Lan Feng looked around in horror, then suddenly stopped at the corner of the hall.

There was a long-haired Tsing Yi man sitting.

Junxiu's irrelevant, Fengshenruyu style makes people attracted by just looking at it, and can no longer look away.

But he sat there, but no one could find his existence.

Jiuye——!!

It was really Jiuye!!

Lan Feng felt that his breathing would stop!

Why did Jiuye appear here?

How can Jiuye's Nine-Tailed Fox family breath appear on Xiyue?

Who is this woman?!

Is she really just a sacrificial saint?

As if feeling his gaze, Jiuye's gaze looked casually.

Then, under Lan Feng's frightened gaze, Jiuye raised his lips and showed a cold smile.

Lan Feng only felt the blood in his body coagulated in an instant, and there was only a sentence echoing in his head-"It's over! After today, he will never be the owner of the Lan family!"

Even if today's Lan family is beautiful, no matter how many god-level monks there are, the Lan family can never pass Jiuye.

Because, in the final analysis, the Lan family is only Jiuye's slave.

No matter who the Lan family is, even his owner, Jiuye only needs one sentence and one look to put him in a state of nowhere.

Jiuye withdrew his gaze, and his eyes fell back on Huangfu Yi and his little apprentice.

Slender fingers curled slightly, rubbing gently on the edge of the smooth teacup.

Yunying saw the little action of Jiuye and knew that he was in a bad mood, very bad!

Jiuye and his old man finally accepted an apprentice. They were all spoiled, and they were disappointed and "old", and could not bear to be aggrieved.

Huangfu Yi actually wanted to put a slave on the younger sister ~ slave brand, huh, isn't this looking for death?

Condensation slave ~ After the golden light of the seal of the slave was excluded, the Huangfu wing did not give up, but suddenly condensed more powerful consciousness and spiritual power at the fingertips, and sent it back to Xiyue's consciousness sea again.

There was tyranny in his eyes, and madness.

Huangfu Yi knew that Xiyue was not a star slave, nor a sacrificial woman, but a true god-level ascension monk.

If you want to lay a slave to a god-level ascension monk, slave branding is certainly not easy, but it is just not easy, not impossible.

Even if Xiyue's consciousness is to be damaged, and she will become an idiot from then on, this person must get his own hand.

Huang Fuyi's grinning smile appeared on his face, but at the next moment, his face turned white, and Xi Yue's hand was suddenly released, shaking his body and stepping back, then suddenly spit out a blood.

"Brother! What's wrong with you?!"

"Sovereign, are you okay?"

The men of Huangfu Ling and Huangfu Wing were taken aback by this change, and they came around nervously.

In addition to jealousy, Huangfu Ling looked at Xiyue's eyes, and was even more apprehensive.

Why did my brother shoot so much and there was no way to turn this woman into a lowly slave?!

How many evil gates exist in her?

Huang Fuyi wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, looked around with surprise, and then landed on Xi Yue, with a look of yin and fear, "Why do you have such a powerful power of the soul mark? Is it Ji Mingyu Lin? The one left on you before you leave? No, impossible! The power of the soul mark left by Miluo will be eroded when it enters the sea of ​​clouds? Who? In the end, who left the power of the soul mark on you?"