The King of Hell’s Genius Pampered Wife

With a full of doubts and warnings, I slowly walked out of the dilapidated hut.

The entrance is a quiet and beautiful valley. There is no spiritual power here, but there are green mountains and green waters, flowers and grass, and the air is fresh and beautiful.

I liked it very much in the past, and I like it more than the goddess valley.

Probably because it is the only beautiful but ordinary place, similar to the world she once lived in, but so different.

Suddenly, my gaze was parked not far away.

There is a green meadow in front of the chalet, and there is a lush sycamore tree not far away.

At this time, sitting under the phoenix tree, a boy with long hair like ink and red blood, his face is a little pale, and the skin is crystal clear as jade, comparable to a good girl, so it seems to be transparent in the sun.

There was a slight smile on the corner of the boy's mouth. The peach blossoms flowed around, and when she saw her, she flashed a dazzling star.

Hearing the voice of the young Qing Yue, "Hey, don't you say that you want to grill the birds for me?"

Looking at this scene, listening to these words, suddenly a little embarrassed, can not tell whether he is in the dream or in reality.

She walked slowly and walked over to the teenager. She looked down at him and frowned. "Wu Zixi, what do you want to do?"

The young boy in red underneath picked up his eyebrows slightly, and the starlight in his eyes faded. "You don't let me bake that stupid bird. I have already listened to you without touching it. What do you want to be angry with me?"

His breathing was stagnant, and for a time he was speechless.

Until this moment, she remembered the red boy.

When I was in the wilderness of the mainland, when I was just waking up, the character was not so cold and paranoid.

His eyes are as bright as the stars, and occasionally he can see a pure smile on his face.

Even then, he would often bicker with Xiaohong, one person and one beast and two disgusting, and extraordinarily lively, for the time when her heart was so gray, she added a lot of interest in survival.

Later, slowly, the red-haired boy began to have a different view in the depths of his eyes.

His character is getting colder and colder, and when he kills, he is becoming more and more ruthless. When he laughs, he is getting more and more creepy.

When did it start, and the unknown became so confusing and full of chills and horror?

He sighed softly and suddenly crouched down and grabbed the boy's wrist.

Wrist pulse is the life of a person, a weakness that threatens life and death like a heart.

The weakness was caught by the shackles, but the red boy did not mean to struggle. He just licked his lips and looked at her intricately.

The next moment, 奚玥 ran the root of the wood.

The power of pure origin is in the body of the juvenile, and it flows gently and softly through every inch of the meridians in his body.

This is not an attacking power as opposed to the power of destruction, but a purely soft energy for healing.

The power of the source is everywhere, and the injury that was originally suppressed in the body broke out, making the young man's brow slightly pick.

This is already a great pain. Ordinary people can't stand it, but he just picks his eyebrows and doesn't even show his painful expression.

It is he who has no pain, but he has already endured too much pain.

It’s just that you don’t care if he doesn’t care.

After breaking and standing, they were placed in the dead and then born, the suppressed injuries were provoked, and they were restored a little under the comfort of the source.