The King of Hell’s Genius Pampered Wife

Xi Yue's heart hurt like a needle stick.

Her cold eyes looked at the man in a mask and wrapped tightly.

Even if the skin is not exposed at all, Xi Yue looked closely at the skin behind his ears, but saw signs of decay.

In her mind, a name emerged for no reason-Ji Chengfeng.

There is also the sentence that Egg said-mother, his soul is rancid.

From this person, Xi Yue smelled this rancid smell.

But didn't Ji Chengfeng die on the ancient battlefield thousands of years ago?

Inferred from Ji Mingyu's age, this time, Ji Chengfeng should have died.

How could he appear here?

You made the mistake yourself!

After all, what does Ji Chengfeng look like and what kind of breath he has? Xiyue doesn't even know.

Xiao Mingyu glanced at the sword with a glance, his movements were very serious and rigorous, and his injuries did not affect his movements.

But after all, just under the siege of the magic wolf, his spiritual power consumed 70% or 80%.

After a stroke of the swordsman, his spiritual power finally dried up, his small body shook, his small face pale, he did not continue to run the next move.

Snapped--!With a loud noise, the little boy's clothes torn and flesh flesh open.

The little body couldn't support it and fell to the ground.

Xiyue exclaimed, unable to rush to the child who wanted to support the fall, but put his hands on.

At this moment, the voice of the mask man's low and sullen anger rang out, "Several demon wolves can't deal with it, and even such a simple swordsmanship can't be put into effect. How can you be a waste like you?"

Xiao Mingyu knelt down on the ground without saying a word, his thin body was covered with blood and trembling slightly.

Xi Yue's distressed tears will fall.

However, the mask man didn't have the slightest pity, and the whip in his hand was drawn toward the child's fragile body.

Ten whips were drawn all over, and the flesh and blood of the boy's body cracked apart, wounded and injured.

But the little child didn't even say a word.

After the ten whips were pumped, the masked man withdrew his whips and looked down at the kneeling boy. "Hopefully, when I come next time, I will be able to see the progress of your cultivation and make me satisfied. If you keep letting me down... "

The man's words are not repeated, and he will leave when he turns around.

Xiao Mingyu finally couldn't help but say, "Master, you... are you going?"

The little boy didn't make a noise when he was whipped, and he didn't change color when he was attacked by the demon wolf, but when the man was about to leave, he finally showed a reluctant expression.

Because staying alone in this forest is really too lonely and lonely.

Even if it is a Master who has never had a good face for him, it appears once in a while, which makes him so eager and expectant.

The mask man stopped and squinted at him. "Do you think it's too lonely to stay here alone?"

The little boy glanced at him, bit his lip, and said nothing.

The mask man's eyes flashed, and he suddenly took an egg from his arms and threw it to him, his voice said with a deep voice: "Master is not here, let this accompany you, I hope you don't let me down next time I come."

What fell in the boy's arms was a spirit beast egg, still a silent thing.

But the little boy's eyes burst into a bright light, so bright and dazzling.

He still stretched his small face, but said seriously, "I will not let you down, Master!"