The King of Hell’s Genius Pampered Wife

"This animal has influenced your fairy way and made your spiritual path a demon. In this way, it is impossible for you to complete the ascent in a hundred years. Now, I will order you to kill it yourself! "

The teenager kneeling on the ground glared violently, his body trembling slightly.

His cold young man’s unique voice brought hoarse trembling for the first time, "Master, I won’t kill Xiaotian! I won’t have a demon, either, I will be able to ascend to the gods in a hundred years, please Master believes in me!"

Ji Chengfengyin tested and said: "You are, will you disobey my order?"

The young man Ji Mingyu lowered his head, his hands clenched into fists, and did not speak.

"Huh!" Ji Chengfeng sneered, full of ridicule and anger.

He did not expect that this young man would actually disobey his orders for a beast.

Sure enough, they are unfamiliar white-eyed wolf.

Fortunately, all he wanted was his skin.

The higher the repair level of this bladder, the better the state can be when Ji Chengfeng occupies this body and is resurrected.

And love is the best way to make a person's strength leap forward.

Ji Chengfeng suddenly raised his hand, and a black awn struck Xiaotian.

Xiaotian immediately made a wailing wailing and kept rolling on the ground.

"Xiaotian--!!!" The young man flew over, trying to hug the spirit pet, but he was caught on the arm by the painful spirit pet's claws, bloody.

With a high smile, Ji Chengfeng said slowly: "You can choose not to kill it, and then watch it in pain and torture, eternal life cannot be superb. You can also kill it by yourself and let it be free. Choice, In your own hands."

After saying this, Ji Chengfeng left.

Xi Yue watched the teenager hug his spirit pet again and again, his body was bruised and scratched again and again, and tears could not stop falling.

Xiaotian's voice became weaker and weaker, and he no longer wailed with strength, but the pain in him was not relieved.

Tears of pain ran out of the big eyes.

Xi Yueduo wanted to rush into the illusion, heal the wounds for Xiaotian, so that the teenagers do not have to be sad and desperate.

However, she knew this was impossible, and everything in front of her was just an illusion, something that had already happened.

The teenager knelt in the forest holding the painful and convulsive little sky.

From dawn to dark.

From dark night to dawn.

When the first ray of sunlight penetrated the clouds and fell in this forest, the teenager lowered his head, his cold voice with a fragmented hoarse, "Xiaotian, I'm sorry, I have no ability to protect you."

Xiaotian's body was still trembling with convulsions, and his eyes were reddened by the extremely persistent pain.

In fact, it can no longer support it.

If you can, Xiaotian wants to die immediately.

However, it was reluctant to its owner, or to the lonely boy who was left alone in the forest.

If you can stay with you for a while.

If only we could go and see the outside world together.

Xiaotian sticks out her soft tongue and gently licks the teenager's hand, making a whine sound.

This is a farewell and a blessing.

Goodbye, my master.

Also, bless you... I hope you will find your happiness in the future.

No, you will definitely find your own happiness, my dearest... Master.

The young Ji Mingyu held a dagger in his hand and steadily sent it into the heart of Warcraft.