The King of Hell’s Genius Pampered Wife

After that, he did not mercilessly rush out the white tiger that had a long period of time.

After dealing with Qin Lu and sending away the white tiger, Tunxi did not return to the house, but continued to sit in the yard, waiting for the whole time.

Until an hour later, this remote courtyard was actually visited by some people, and it was also the general manager of Nalan.

From the outside, Wang Zhong is just a middle-aged man in his 30s and 40s. He is thick and big-eyed, and he is even more rustic. In fact, he is the highest in the slaves of Nalan, and has reached the peak of the foundation period. He can see that there is only one line to break through the vein period.

As soon as he came, his eyes swept over a pool of blood on the ground, his brows wrinkled slightly.

There is still a master's breath in the yard, far more than a master of his level, so that Wang Zhong's heart raised a taboo.

His eyes turned around and finally fell on the creek of the tea, and the doubts in his eyes were more intense.

This is the legendary cowardly and incompetent, the three Miss who was judged to be a waste and rushed out of Nalan. She can see that she is now looking like a yellow-skinny, no spiritual fluctuation, but her eyes are introverted, and it looks like a weak person.

Or is it because there is a behind-the-scenes man who supports the three ladies, so that she is arrogant? Even Qin Lu has been poisoned by her?

Humph! I really don’t know how to be a tall girl. Do you really think that you can find a backing to fight against Naran? In the end, it is not a mortal who is being slaughtered!

Wang Zhong’s heart was disdainful, but on the surface it was respectful. “The old slaves were ordered by the lady, please ask Miss San to return home.”

Guanxi put down the tea pot and smiled lightly: "If I don't return it?"

Wang Zhong’s eyes are not too much, but the momentum of the whole body is suddenly pouring out.

The pressure of the high-ranking warriors made Zhang San, the armor and other people who were originally guarded by the Tunxi people face their faces. Some of them were weaker, and they were softly plopped on the floor.

Even the face of Tunxi was a little pale, and the body sitting at the stone table shivered slightly.

Wang Zhong satisfactorily watched the ants-like weak people shivering in front of themselves and took back their own spiritual pressure.

There is still a respectful smile on his face, but his eyes are full of contempt and threat: "The old slave is coming to the lady's life, so be sure to bring back Miss San. If the three Miss refuses to do so, the old slave will have to three. The lady was tied back."

Tunxi slightly lowered his eyes, the small face of sallow yellow could not see the look, as if it was shocked, and the scared hair shook slightly.

After a long while, Wang Zhong heard her slight voice. "Well, I will go back with you."

Wang Zhongli nodded with satisfaction, but his heart was more disdainful about Tunxi. She has already determined that she is still a weak and incompetent waste. At most, she has a thick thigh, which is not enough fear.

As for Qin Lu, who does not know whether he was killed or disabled, this kind of incompetence will only sneak out the goods of the horse. What is more in the house is that no one will take care of his life and death.

Tunxi was about to jump on the carriage arranged by Wang Zhong, but behind him came Chen Hao’s anxious call. "Miss, Miss, let the old slave and the little raccoon accompany you! You will be based in Naran in the future." Becoming a real lady, how can you do it without waiting for you?"

Chen Hao’s eyes are filled with hope and hope, as if he is a great future after he became a young lady of Nalan.

At the corner of Tunxi’s mouth, there was a faint smile, and slowly said: “Since you want to go with me, go. Little raccoon, stay with you and continue to supervise the armor and train them, wait for me to come back.”