The King of Hell’s Genius Pampered Wife

His face was pale, and he was going to the bedroom where Miss Xiyue was.

Not far away, Ji Chengfeng and Qinglong walked out of the temple.

Bai Hu shouted in shock: "Qinglong? You... how can you be with Huangfu Wing? Miss Xiyue? What about Tianyi Lord?"

Suddenly, his eyes fell on Ji Chengfeng, and he trembled for a while: "You are... you are Ji Chengfeng, the master said, you are... the previous generation of God Emperor."

Ji Chengfeng showed a faint smile, "Ji Mingyu found it fast, but it was too late."

"The people here will be handed over to you, kill them, and then go to Ji Mingyu and act according to plan!"

Qinglong bowed: "Yes, Master!"

"Qinglong, what are you doing, why should you call him Master?!"

Ji Chengfeng raised his hand, and the white tiger spurted a spit of blood and fell to the ground.

"Miss Xiyue?!" He struggled to catch Ji Chengfeng, but his body was full of aura, and his ribs were broken, so he couldn't even stand.

Ji Chengfeng, who cares about such a small person, disappeared with Xi Yue as soon as his figure shook.

Qinglong stepped closer to the white tiger that fell to the ground.

Bai Hu stared at him with tears in his eyes, "Qinglong, what the hell are you doing? Why should you listen to that Ji at the wind? Do you really want to kill me?"

Qinglong's face was expressionless, and the sword in his hand was slowly raised, aiming at the direction of Baihu's heart.

Bai Hu: "For these tens of thousands of years, we have been like brothers and never separated. Don't you forget, we promised to wait for Suzaku to wake up and let her live like a little princess; we have vowed to Let the Master ascend to the position of God Emperor and let him and Miss Xiyue join together. Have you forgotten all these?!!!"

The sword thrust out of Qinglong's hand stopped in midair, his hand trembling slightly.

There was a struggling look on his face, and there was a trace of clarity in the bottomless eyes.

But just when he seemed to be back to the original Qinglong, suddenly a black magical energy emerged from his Dantian and quickly wrapped around his body.

The glory in Qinglong's eyes disappeared at once, and the sword in his hand pierced the white tiger again.

White Tiger closed his eyes in despair.

But the expected pain did not come. Instead, a cold, disgusted voice sounded from his ear: "What the hell? They just let my apprentice live in this cold, bloody place? Not as good as my worry-free Valley!"

Bai Hu opened his eyes violently and saw a Tsing Yi man standing in front of him.

I saw that his long hair was casually scattered, his figure was long, and the light was just a back figure, which gave people the feeling of richness and beauty, and the feeling of being elegant and fairylike.

And Qinglong just stabbed his sword, and was pinched in his hands by this Qingyi man.

That top-level artifact, a long sword that can be easily split by the mountains.

In the hands of this Tsing Yi man, he was twisted into a ball like tofu.

Qinglong's eyes flashed red mansions, not at all meant to fight, turned around and left.

The man in Tsing Yi reached out and grabbed him, and he was about to be taken back.

There was a sudden burst of black gas on Qinglong's body, bouncing off the power of the Qingyi man's arrest.

And Qinglong has jumped off.

The Tsing Yi man gave a "huh" sound, and his expression became a little dignified. "This is... magic energy with swallowing power?"

This time, Bai Hu finally saw the face of the Tsing Yi man who was not inferior to his master, and exclaimed, "Nine Lord?!"

That’s right, the one who came is Jiuye!