The King of Hell’s Genius Pampered Wife

However, Ji Mingyu lived so boring, hard and lonely.

He was always accompanied by the sword and the wind and rain in the forest.

Xi Yue thought with regret and pity if only he could grow up with him!

Such a day lasts until the evening of a certain day.

Xiao Ji Mingyu went up the mountain to store food. As winter came and the food became less, he entered the depths of the forest and encountered a group of demon wolves.

Each magic wolf has eight or nine ranks of strength.

At this time, Ji Mingyu's strength was only the peak of Yuan infantry.

Speaking of which, the young boy’s immature face will not be more than six years old, even if he is a resident, he is only at most seven or eight years old.

A seven- or eight-year-old child actually reached the peak of Yuan infantry.Speaking of this talent, it will probably make all the geniuses in the 3,000 planes ashamed.

However, no matter how good his talents are, it is impossible for him to defeat dozens of demon wolves alone.

Xi Yue's heart raised his throat, and he wished to rush over to help him clean up the demon wolves.

But Xiao Ji Mingyu's expression was still calm, picked up a long sword taller than his height, and faced the demon wolf without fear.

One after another was killed by Xiao Ji Mingyu, but he also left countless wounds on his body.

Slowly, the little boy's spiritual power dried up, and the sword in his hand became so heavy that he could not lift it.

The magic wolf became more and more brave and brutal under the stimulation of blood.

A demon wolf rushed up and opened a big mouth towards Xiao Ji Mingyu, who was no longer able to play pneumatically.

Xiyue exclaimed, his face pale and scared.

At this moment, thousands of sword lights came down from the sky and instantly killed all the demon wolves.

The blood of the magic wolf splattered the little boy, and the head of the cut wolf rolled down at the boy's feet.

But he did not look half fearful and frightened, but looked in the direction where Jianguang flew.

For the first time, Xiyue saw the bright light in Xiao Ji Mingyu's eyes.

That represents euphoria, anticipation and admiration!

Xi Yue turned her head and saw a tall man landing slowly.

He wore a gold-colored mask on his face, plain and humble clothes on his body, and his whole body was tightly wrapped.

He didn't even show his hands and feet.

But when Xi Yue saw him, he was tense and creepy.

Moreover, close, the tip of the nose seemed to smell a rancid smell.

Xi Yue looked at Xiao Ji Mingyu, only to see him covered in blood, bruised and scarred, exhausted from his body, and even wobbled.

But he quickly approached the man and saluted: "Master!"

The little buns are gleaming, like the glittering night stars.

Xi Yue has never seen Xiao Ji Mingyu so happy.

It turned out that this man was his master.

However, Xi Yue had a bad impression of the man in the mask.

Because he looked at Ji Mingyu's eyes only with coldness, sternness, and calculation, without a touch of tenderness.

Sure enough, the man gave him a cold look and only spit out two words, "Waste!"

Xiao Ji Mingyu's eyes dimmed immediately, and the already cold face was even more expressionless.

The man took Xiao Mingyu back to the cabin.

Obviously, the boy was covered with bruises all over the body, but the masked man did not give him any treatment at all, soothing him, but said with a deep voice: "Show me what you have learned in the past few days."

Xiao Mingyu didn't even frown, and began to dance the long sword.