The King of Hell’s Genius Pampered Wife

After a moment of incompatibility, the look of Tunxi immediately returned to calm.

For him, although it is very important to cultivate, but it is not her only life-saving cost, her poison is still there, the light is still there, the internal force is still there, if there is a long-term rush to provoke her, she I am really not afraid to give each other a color.

Quxi calmed down and began to slowly feel the loss of spiritual power in the body. It was like an external force pulling and pushing Dantian to release the spiritual power. However, the spiritual power released did not form any fluctuations. The white mist absorbed.

Tunxi also tried to burn white fog with fire, but the fire had just been released from the body, and disappeared without a trace.

As time went by, the loss of spiritual power in Tunxi was more and more, almost 80%, and her face became paler and paler.

Suddenly, she opened her eyes, but there was a hint of self-confidence and smile.

Outside the white mist, Nangong’s hand was tightly pinched with gold silk, and his face was calm, but his clenched fist exposed his nervousness.

Suddenly, his eyes lit up and looked at the white mist in front, only to see a slim figure slowly appearing.

A sleek and tidy moon, Qing Jun's face like a radiant looming in the white mist, like the most fascinating elf in the forest of Warcraft, will firmly occupy his heart, and can no longer extricate himself.

As soon as he walked out of the white mist, he took a scent of refining with Lingquan water and began to meditate.

She already has a way to deal with the white fog, and now I need to restore my spiritual power, and then go in and try it.

Bu Ling Dan had just entered the body, but had not had time to refine it. Quxi suddenly felt a mellow spiritual force coming from the back and slowly infiltrated into her body, with her familiar warm tolerance and care.

It is Nangong Temple, which is spending a lot of energy to help her refine and replenish Ling Dan and speed up the pace of teasing.

Tunxi closed his eyes and obediently accepted the spiritual power of Nangong Temple. The dried Dantian slowly filled, and her mouth also evoked a shallow smile.

After half an hour, Tunxi stood up again and said: "I have to go into the white fog again."

After that, without waiting for everyone to react, she took out a few needles on her own body with a silver needle, and then turned and did not hesitate to enter the white fog.

This time, Tunxi only went in for a quarter of an hour, but when it came out, it was ruddy, with a smile on his eyes, and there was no such thing as a weak and pale appearance after losing a little spiritual power.

No desire and others were confused first, then they opened their eyes in shock. "You, son...you found a way to suppress the loss of spiritual power?"

Tunxi nodded and took his own pulse. He quite regretted: "I found a way to suppress the loss of spiritual power, but it can only suppress 80%, and this method can only be solid, in the environment of white fog. It is impossible to attack, and the way you can think of it in a short time is, after all, somewhat unsatisfactory!"

This is still not satisfactory! This is not satisfied! How do you let others live!

No desire and Qinglong looked at each other with a stunned and admired face. His family, Wang Hao, was too bullish. Even the Jindan period and the Yuan Ying period were all helpless, and they were so light in their hands. Song was broken.

Oh, it’s really a woman who looks at the metamorphosis of his family!

Tunxi looked up at the crowd. "Insurability, some of you can go in and test it."

In the unlikely event that her physique is special, she can be fixed by closing the acupuncture points.