The King of Hell’s Genius Pampered Wife

Standing next to Xuanwu is a young man wearing a white cannon. His eyebrows are clear and handsome, but his look is like a cold ice, and his body is even more exudes the momentum of being a man.

There is a kind of intuition in Tunxi. This person is stronger than Qinglong, and his temper is very cold, but he doesn't know who it is.

When her eyes fell on the third person, it was a slight glimpse. This person, she actually saw it, and there is still a deep impression. It is the slogan that hosts the auction without any desire.

No desire to see her look over, smack the corner of the mouth and smile, the eyes are deep and dull, people can not guess what he thinks.

Seeing the arrival of Tunxi, Qinglong even laughed and said that he was too lazy to play. He said directly: "You come in with me."

The door of the room was pushed open in an instant, and the creek followed, and as soon as he entered the room, he felt a rush of heat waves.

There was a fine sweat on the forehead, and the creek frowned and quickly transported the water to resist it. This was a lot more comfortable.

Qinglong saw the pure spiritual power from her body, and her eyes were slightly surprised. The mouth explained: "The cold poison in the owner's body has begun to invade the lungs. We have tried our best to suppress it, but it has little effect."

Just passing the corner, a huge bed came into view, the smog above the bed, the temperature became higher and higher, and it was the Nangong Temple lying in the smog.

Seeing the first sight of Nangong, the pupil of Tunxi slammed for a while.

The man on the bed was only wearing a white silk crepe, his hair was loose, his eyes were closed, and from a distance, he could see his beautiful face like a sculpture of a jade, and the fire in the room was burning, but he There is no trace of blood on his face, but the white seems to be transparent and frozen.

Tunxi has never seen such a Nangong Temple.

In her impression, Nangong Temple is always elegant, evil, rogue, and arrogant, but at this moment, Nangong Temple looks so fragile, it seems to be broken when it hits.

Waiting for Qinglong to greet, Tunxi is not going to go forward, and grasps the wrist of Nangong.

Good ice! Tunxi’s hand trembled a little. She clearly held the human wrist, but the touch was like holding a piece of cold jade that had just been taken out of the refrigerator. And this cold, when touched, there is an illusion that it will penetrate into your own bone marrow.

Xixi settled his mind and slowly infiltrated the spiritual force from the pulse and began to swim around his body.

A scent has passed, and Tunxi still maintains this position, but the brows are wrinkled and tightened.

Qinglong looked at the eagerness of the side, and tried to interrupt the situation of her master's son several times, but she was afraid of disturbing her treatment and was not good for her son.

Just as his patience almost reached the limit, Tunxi finally slowly released his hand, but the raised eyebrows still did not loosen.

Qinglong quickly asked: "How is the master? How can he be healed?"

If even this sorcerer who has cured Ouyang Haoxuan is helpless, they can only ask the elders of the Physician Association, the master of Suzaku. But in this way, the situation of the master will be known to others, and by that time, the palace of the King will no longer be able to maintain such a detached position. The master may also provoke a greater murder.

Thinking of this, Qinglong’s hand holding the sword is clinging to death, and looking at the eyes of Tunxi has unwittingly brought a glimmer of hope.