The King of Hell’s Genius Pampered Wife

As soon as Wei Zixi finished his words, many people present suddenly changed color.

Even Ji Mingyu and Wei Zixi also had a heavy complexion, and they should protect Xi Yue behind them.

Elder Qin stared in horror, and if he refused, he would rush out.

However, Wei Zixi moved faster than all of them.

The red energy line fell like a cobweb and bound Xiyue and Elder Qin.

Immediately afterwards, a bright light radiated from the Haotian Scepter, pointing directly at the sky.

Suddenly, an aperture shining brighter than the sun fell in the sky, covering Xiyue and Elder Qin at the same time.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!" the screams of the heart-shattering lungs came from Elder Qin.

He fell to the ground while wailing, while fingering the skin on his face.

Blood gurgled from his eyes, ears, mouth and nose, but not bright red blood, but accompanied by black and dirty pus.

It was just a moment of work, and there was no good piece of skin left on Elder Qin.

The face and hands were even stripped of flesh, and I saw the bones inside.

It's just that even the bones, under the light of the holy sun, showed a little black spots.

In the blink of an eye, it became ugly and moldy, and it smelled rancid.

On the other hand, Xiyue, who was also under the light of the holy day, only had a pale face, sweat on her forehead, but no scars on her body.

Even after the sun shines for a while on Holy Day, her body automatically emits a gleaming green awn, just like the vigorous vitality that springs out in the spring, which makes people yearn and desire.

"It is a saint! This is definitely a saint!" someone shouted.

Some people knelt down in fear and fear, and Nane dare not speak, because they had just questioned the identity of the saint.

At this moment, no one would question.

Xi Yue must be a true saint!

Wei Zixi Haotian Scepter was received, the holy day sky disappeared.

At this time, Elder Qin had turned into a pool of blood and black corpses, and Mrs. Qin prostrate on the ground, crying in despair.

As soon as the daylight of the holy day was over, Xi Yue could no longer support it and fell softly.

However, before she fell to the ground, she was embraced by Ji Mingyu and embraced horizontally.

Xiyue's face was pale, her breathing was weak, and there was pain and emptyness in her body that was completely exhausted.

Holy day light can't hurt her, but it will instinctively expel all the dark things in the monk's body, including seven passions and six desires and greed.

Xiyue's body of Xuanyin and the chaotic Dantian, which bears the power of the origin, can be said to be the purest in the world, but it is impossible that there is no distractions in the soul.

Therefore, the baptism of the Holy Light was to her as if she had undergone a chemotherapy and was killed by cancer cells in her body.

There are no side effects on her body, but she still feels pain and hardship.

One second more, it may not be able to support.

However, when the weak body fell into the familiar arms, Xi Yue felt that all the tiredness and pain disappeared in an instant.

She adjusted a comfortable posture in Ji Mingyu's arms and fell asleep.

Next, no matter what happened, she believed that as long as Ji Mingyu was there, she would definitely solve it for her.

Ji Mingyu hugged the girl in her arms with a distressed face, and the biting cold eyes looked at the man in red opposite.

Wei Zixi raised the corner of his mouth, revealing a lazy smile, but there was something surging in the depths of his eyes, making his eyes unable to move away from the girl's pale face.