The King of Hell’s Genius Pampered Wife

Tunxi pushed him away and glared with a red face: "Where do you touch it? Satyr! I am fine, just want to go to the cliff top to explore, and by the way deal with a few dark devil wolves."

The dark demon wolf is a third-order monster. It is not high, but it is usually a group life. When you encounter a dark demon wolf, it means you have to take dozens of breaths.

Even if I know that the repairs in Tunxi are already good, Nangong is still afraid after a while.

"Why not call me?"

Tunxi looked at him inexplicably. The man just had a look of fear, but now he became angry and angry. It is really unreasonable.

"It’s just a third-order Warcraft, I’m dealing with it myself.”

After that, she turned and went into the hole to pack things. She just walked out of the two steps, but was taken back by Nangong.

Tunxi wants to break free, but the Nangong Temple has recovered its strength, and she is able to resist.

Soon, Nangongyi buckled her hands and wrists, and she cut her back behind her. The other hand held her waist and pressed her into her arms. "No matter what happens, I don't need to leave me." Did you hear it?"

Tunxi angrily wants to break his bondage, but instead he is pressed more and more tightly, there is almost no distance between the two.

"Nan Gong, you simply pick up the rope and pick me up!"

What Tunxi said was a slogan, but Nangong’s words were bright, "good idea."

As he said, there was a finger-thick gold silk on his hand, and he was about to be tied to the uncut hands of Tunxi.

This is a high-order magic gold silk, even the flying swords are constantly smashing, water and fire do not invade, if you are tied by this, can you escape?

Tunxi struggled vigorously. "Nan Gong, don't be kidding!"

"Do you think I am joking with you?" Nangong煜 leaned into her ear and said in a low, dumb voice. "Whoever makes you so mean, always thinking about fleeing from me. I am always worried about your safety." It would be better to tie you around."

The wrist even felt the cool spiritual power of gold silk. This time, Tunxi was really anxious, and even the whole body was mobilized, but he could not break away from the imprisonment of Nangong.

"Xi, I can't tie you. Unless you promise me, stay with me at any time."

At this time, Tunxi dared to think about this snake disease. He only said that the hero did not eat the loss before his eyes. He nodded and promised. "Okay, I am afraid of you. I promise you still can't? Can't let me go!"

Nangong Yu was satisfied with the release of his hand, and Tunxi quickly stepped back and looked at him with vigilance and alertness.

This kind of proud, like a leopard-like burning eye, watching Nangong screaming, suddenly stretched out his hand and yanked.

Tunxi only felt that he was moving forward uncontrollably. When he returned, he was once again held in the arms of Nangong.

Nan Gongyi bowed his head and took a heavy kiss on her crimson lips. Then Shi Shiran let go, and the soft voice seemed to be able to pour out water. "Xi, I have been doing this for a long time."

Tunxi rubbed the lips that had been hurt by the pro, and glanced at him angrily, but did not dare to dig the beard of the snake man and turned into the cave.

After finishing the things, the two quickly flew to the top of the cliff. Yesterday, it was carrying the Nangong Temple in Tunxi. This time, it was the resistance of Nangong, regardless of Tunxi. She took her waist and did not have a moment to reach the top of the mountain.