The King of Hell’s Genius Pampered Wife

There was a moment of silence in the room, and everyone was stunned by the scene in front of them.

"She...she is dead?" Someone opened the cage and dragged her out to explore the nose and exclaimed.

"Smelly girl, toasting, not eating and drinking fine wine, it is really suffocating!" One of them squatted on the girl, and snorted without a good breath. "Unfortunately, today only this one is the best, it is good to be ruined." interest!"

Jiang Lao Er squatted down and touched the girl's smooth and tender skin. "If you can't be a stove, it's good to peel off the skin and tender meat."

The voice did not fall, and Jiang’s second hand touched the girl’s body suddenly.

The turbid eyes of the pair of black and white are like the phoenixes of the abyss of hell, and the time flickering and purple.

"She... she is not dead!" someone exclaimed.

The next moment, everyone heard Jiang’s second screaming sorrow: “Ah--!! My hand! My hand--!!”

I saw Jiang Lao Er’s hand that touched the girl’s hand softly, and the elbow was soft and boneless. It was... all the bones were shattered.

Everyone was stammering in the same place, stunned at the girl who was not well dressed and slowly stood up.

The female slave who had just been so weak and weeping and shivering in the cage was like the evil Shura who came back from the fire of hell. The blood of the forehead ran down like a **** poppy.

The sultry atmosphere of Morihan is filled with sorrow in the room, just like the sickle that the gods swayed, the fear of instinct.

"You...who are you?"

The voice just fell, a sharp cold man flashed, "Kara" sound, one person was broken his neck, squinting his eyes and cutting off his breath.

"You... don't come over -!"

"Come on the guards of the museum!"

In the auction room of the auction, the people ran wildly, even forgetting that they were practicing the first-order warrior, and even forgot that the female slave had just shrunk in the cage and let them bully.

However, who can escape the sickle of death?

No!

The crowd only felt a cold and chilly wind blowing, and there was no time to react. There was a sharp pain in the neck, and the blink of an eye lost consciousness.

Ten interest, just a short time, this room has been covered with dead people, a silence.

The girl was barefoot and stepped on one of the bodies. Her face was cold and dark, and she whispered silently: "It’s a curse for thousands of years, and my brook has survived."

***

In the sacred hall of Yan Kyoto City, the weak and poor female slave was bullied to death, and then opened her eyes, but it has become the gold medal killer of the 21st century - Tunxi.

At the moment of crossing, Tunxi received the memories of the original master.

The original owner was called Nalan Tunxi, and unexpectedly had the same name as her.

However, unlike the stunning singularity, Nalan Tunxi was born in the kingdom of Jinling, which advocates the use of force and cultivation. His father is a famous doctor in the world, but she is a waste of roots. She cannot cultivate and does not say anything. Learn medicine talent.

The mother of Nalan Tunxi died shortly after giving birth to her. When she was very young, she was sent to the dilapidated courtyard by her aunt. The evil slaves in the other courts saw that she had no power and no power. It was also a waste of firewood. She did not say that she used to wear and wear, and even often insulted her to whipping her, so that she could not even be a slave.

That's it, the Nalan family still does not let her go.