The King of Hell’s Genius Pampered Wife

Tunxi is even more strange. "I am familiar with you?" Actually, I am in danger.

"What are you doing here again?"

The man’s body was cold and he stepped back: “Follow me.”

After saying that he opened the door, he walked out quietly.

A glimpse of Tunxi, quickly catch up, but my heart is more curious.

Who is this man? Does this mean to take him out? why?

The two soon came to the vicinity of the phantom enchantment, and Xiaoxi was relieved and finally able to go out.

However, the man who was rushing to the enchantment was a footstep, turned sharply and stared at the distance.

In the darkness, an old man with a white hair and a long beard grows out of his chest.

The old man stared at the man in black and sneered: "Do you think that you have stolen my family and you can escape?"

The man in black did not look at the old man, but on the brook road: "You go first!"

A glimpse of the brook, I saw the man in black step forward, the body suddenly exudes a strong breath to let her body instinctively tremble.

Tunxi was shocked. This huge spiritual pressure and breath can never be just the Yuan Ying period.

The opposite side of the white-bearing old man is also slightly changed his face: "In the late stage of distraction, no wonder, you dare to come here to steal things. Fortunately, fortunately, you have been hurt by the institutional array, otherwise I will not be your opponent! ”

"Say, who are you in the end?! How did you sneak into [墨景轩]?!"

Said, the white-bearing old man also exudes a strong spiritual pressure, although not as good as a man in black, but not too much.

Quxi’s heart was shocked. I know that this level of combat is not something that I can participate in. She stays here, but she will become a burden of black men.

Thinking of this, she did not delay, and immediately ran towards the phantom enchantment.

However, just after running out of a few steps, suddenly there was a sudden increase in the voice of the man: "Be careful!"

The next moment, a powerful and savage attack power hit her chest.

At the beginning of the millennium, Quxi struggled to escape, but there was still a sharp pain in his shoulder.

The kite flies backwards like a broken line, and Tunxi has just summoned the purple meditation, and wants to let Ziyin Luo Luo hold his body.

The arms and waist suddenly felt a tight.

Take your hands on your own waist, gently put yourself together, embrace a warm embrace, hold tightly.

The soft and petite body of the girl was embedded in the embrace, the relatives who could not tell.

Suxi was shocked and was about to struggle. Suddenly, I felt a familiar and warm atmosphere covering myself. It was like the enthusiasm and anger of flash floods, and it seemed to embed people into the tolerance and favor of bone blood.

This... this breath? !

The shape of Tunxi was suddenly stiff, and she felt that she had an illusion because she missed her thoughts.

Otherwise, how can that person appear here? How can it appear at such a moment? How could you hold her so warmly?

Quxi took a deep breath and slowly raised his head. It was a face that looked ordinary.

But those eyes, like a star, deep and deep, like a cold pool, full of reflections of their own shadow, how can she not recognize who this is?

She felt like a magical hand, gently touched the man's face, whispered: "I... I am not dreaming? Nangong, how are you here?"