The King of Hell’s Genius Pampered Wife

Although I know that Xiaochi can do anything with a dragon, I still can't help but ask.

Xiaochi has some hesitation in his heart. Of course he has the means to save this dragon.

However, Muling will certainly not be used, otherwise the identity of other people will be discovered soon.

He was hesitating, and suddenly there was a sneer voice from Hairong: "A little dragon he has never seen before, can there be any way? Big elders, don't be fooled by this kid!"

"Yeah, even the elders can't save, how could he save?"

There were rumors of arguments around, and each dragon believed that Xiaochi could save his promise.

The elders looked at Xiaochi as if they were in the grip of Zhizhu, but they would rather die as a living horse doctor, but also find a way for their own disciples. "Do you have any way?"

Koike looked at the painful mourning on the ground and nodded. "I can save him, but you can't ask me how the medicine came."

As he said, his wrist turned over and a black lacquered pill appeared in his hand. "He feeds him and he will get better soon!"

"What? Medicine? Is it a rare medicine?"

"Just kidding, even if it is a remedy, it is impossible to treat the fire, and the dragon rib breaks!"

"That is to say! This little dragon is too bragging!"

"Great elders, you can't believe him, or you will be killed if you say no."

After the fire broke into the magic, after the break of the dragon's ribs, even if it is abolished, it can at least save a life.

The elders also showed a hesitant look, looked at the small pool, and looked at the words lying on the ground, and could not make a decision.

Because, once he decides to make a mistake, he will harm his apprentice's life.

In particular, the medicine on the hand of Xiaochi has never been seen before, and there is neither demon power nor spiritual power on it.

How could it be a life-saving medicine? Maybe it is wearing a bowel poison?

Hairong squatted on the side of the pool, thinking that this guy is a fool!

Finally, he couldn't help but whispered: "You idiot dragon, don't you have a brain? If you take this medicine to death, do you think the elders will let you go? Going back, I want to get close to the king, not the way you are so brainless!"

Xiaochi looked at Hairong Yan, who had been not very good at him. He couldn’t help but smile. "Are you caring about me?"

"Cut, who... who cares about you!" Hairong licked the clear and bright eyes of Xiaochi, unnaturally squinting over his face, his face smelling stinky. "I just watched you haven't seen this dragon in this world." I don't want you to die too badly. After all, you are a room with me, you are so stupid, don't you lose my face?"

Xiaochi couldn't help but laugh.

This roommate, although very unkind on the surface, is actually quite good.

Oh, just like the egg said, it’s a little proud dragon!

The elders there are still hesitating to take medicine.

But the painful roll of the ground on the ground suddenly opened his eyes.

He just heard the conversation from everyone.

At this time, although the pain could not stand, I still grasped the hand of the elder. He said: "I would rather die, don't... become a waste... please... let me try... try..."

When I heard the promise of the promise, the eyes of the elders were red again.

But this time, he bit his teeth, took the medicine in the hand of Xiaochi, and fed it to the promise.