The King of Hell’s Genius Pampered Wife

Feng Yunjing did not look at her at all, but looked at Tunxi, cold and cold: "You have no choice, or you will never see Nangong, help me break, or..."

"If I don't want it?"

Feng Yunjing's face sank, and suddenly reached out and grabbed the chin of Tunxi. She forced her to look up and sneered and said: "You are using this face to confuse the Nangong Temple? Looks like it is a beautiful meal, but if it is Nangong Hey, you know that you are my person, don't know if he will ask you... Hey!!!"

Feng Yunjing violently let go of his hand, and his face turned back one step later, reaching out and slowly touching his ear door.

The tentacle was cold and damp, but it was bleeding out.

In the eyes of Tunxi, the killing of Sen Han was flashing. The purple vines suddenly smashed out from behind her, like a curtain covering the sky, and erected a barrier behind her.

"Maybe there is still a choice, that is, you are all going to die -!!"

Her voice was piercing with chills, anger and humiliation made her white jade-like face a peach-like blush, as if it had been dyed with a bright heart.

The eyes of Feng Yunjing flashed, the smile on his face was cold and overbearing, and he was aggressive with the potential. "It's very good, and there is never a prey that can escape the palm of my hand. Hey, I have to look at you. Can you do it?"

The black and blue flagpoles rise to the sky and entangle with the purple vines.

In the hands of Tunxi, a long sword was stabbed, and the sword pointed out a myriad of swords and shadows.

Exquisite swordsmanship, such as the illusion of the phantasm of the full force to spread, clearly without any spiritual fluctuations, looks like a gorgeous dance, beautiful and beautiful.

For a time, the sky was discolored and the clouds were rolling.

Feng Yunjing mistakenly avoided a sword light, and his eyes flashed a touch of stunning and admiration. The whole body suddenly flashed a red light. The low voice seemed to ring in the sky, and it seemed to ring in the ear of the river. "It’s a pity, if it is Let you grow for a while, in this white mist, maybe I can't restrain you. But at this moment, you are destined to be my prey - hehe!"

The voice just fell, the red light suddenly strong, like the blood condensed into a general, swept away toward the brook.

The blazing breath made the creek a step, and the face was amazed.

Obviously, this breath did not have any spiritual fluctuations, but when she touched her, she was able to absorb her physical strength.

It was only a moment of effort, and Tunxi couldn’t even hold the long sword, and jingle fell to the ground.

Her face was pale, her footsteps were awkward, and she was about to fall. Feng Yunjing’s mouth twitched with a cold smile. When she stretched her hand, she would be thrown into her arms.

Who knows, just as he reached out for a moment, he was discolored.

Feng Yunjing's figure retreats at a very high speed, but he can still avoid the murderous sword. The clothes on his hand are broken instantly, and there is a slap in the arm.

The body of Tunxi was soft, but it did not fall to the ground, but fell into a broad and hot embrace.

The familiar breath is like the warmest harbor, the most anticipated dependence.

I don’t know why Quxi felt that my nose was sour and whispered: "Nan Gong Temple."

Nangong slammed her loosely and grabbed her shoulder from the top to the bottom, an inch-inch inspection.

The palm of the hand touching her body was hot and powerful, but it was shaking slightly, showing how fearful and fearful the master of the hands was.