The King of Hell’s Genius Pampered Wife

His high level of cultivation, even can not see that this person is a woman dressed as a man.

There was no panic in Tunxi. The white tiger knew that his true gender was a matter of incomprehensibility for her. He just remembered Nalan House, and Nalan Fei Xue, the dam that killed Nalan Tunxi. The corner of his mouth swelled, revealing a cold smile.

She had a wrist, a thin, flapper-like human skin mask appeared on her hand, and a little touch on her face before she took the mask up.

The next moment, the original red-toothed white, skin-like snow-like beauty became a ugly girl with yellow skin, dry skin and swollen eyes.

The white tiger looked stunned and pointed at the face of Tunxi. He couldn’t speak for a while.

Just then, there was a rough and fierce snoring outside the door. "Go away, do you know who Laozi is? Dare to stop me, you are impatient!"

The backyard door was suddenly pushed open, and a man with a big blue dress in a big blue horse strode in.

I saw that his appearance was not too old in his forties, his face was full of flesh, and his eyes were slightly squinting, giving off a haze.

This person is called Qin Lu, and he is also a slave to the family of Nalan. He was originally one of Zhang Dezhong's men. Some time ago, because Zhang Dezhong was missing, he took a leak and rose to the supervisor. Now is the moment of spring breeze.

But when White Tiger saw him, it was a disdainful look on his face: it was a three-layered junk shop, which was placed in the palace of Pluto, and even the work of sweeping the ground in the most remote courtyards could not be harvested.

Chen Hao is the more fearful in his heart, and he rushes to meet him. He wants to stop his pace: "Qin Guanshi, what are you doing when you come to visit? It is better to tell the old slaves that the old slaves are good to tell the lady."

"Get out of the way, dead old woman!" Qin Lu lifted his ankle and kicked Chen Hao away. He dismissed, "You are a thing, and you are qualified to talk to me. Call Nalan Tunxi out, I am my son." But with the lady’s order."

After that, he stopped taking care of Chen Hao and strode into the backyard.

However, just entering the backyard, Qin Lu's footsteps was a meal, his face with a look of horror.

Originally, he thought that the weak waste of Nalan Tunxi heard himself coming, and he was sure to hide in the corner of the bed and shiver. But I did not expect that she was sitting in the yard.

Not only did Da Lala sit in the yard, even holding a cup of tea, and drinking casually. There was a little girl at her side to arrange tea for her, and several men from Gao Mada took care of her group.

Even, not far from her, stood a strange man with a good style, just like laughing and laughing at himself.

Qin Lu couldn't believe his eyes. This is really the Miss Nalan House who will only cry down on her shoulders and cry.

But look again, isn't that Miss San? Who is it? The same meager appearance, the same human body without the fluctuation of spiritual power.

Oh, it’s just a waste. Do you think that looking for a mortal to fill the scene can scare yourself?

Just dreaming!

Thinking of this, Qin Lu suddenly angered, and strode forward to the Nalan Tunxi sneer: "Miss San is really a big style, but only a few months have not seen, where Miss San hooked up these wild men I will give you a scene. I am not afraid of the reputation of watery Yanghua, which has broken the reputation of Nalan."