The King of Hell’s Genius Pampered Wife

Even the women who were originally in the hospitality of the young Junjie could not stop the soft jade, and stared at the door not far away.

There was a boy wearing a white Confucian shirt coming slowly, only to see his long eyebrows, like a dragon, the skin was as white and jade as the jade, the sun was falling on the tall nose, and half of the nose could not be seen. defect.

The juvenile's body is not high, but the figure is slender and beautiful. The body is still tender and weak, and when the eyebrows are cold and cold, it gives people a cold and oppressive feeling of cold frost.

The people who saw the young man couldn't help but feel a sense of horror. It was clearly under the bright sun. When he looked at him, he seemed to see the snow, the air and the beauty, the bright and boundless.

The man who stood near the boy couldn’t help but swallow his mouth, and the soul whispered: "Which is this little son, how is it so... so..."

Even the person who clearly only likes the feminine girl seems to have been taken away by him, and he can't wait to shine in the light of the day.

However, he just stepped forward and tried to touch the white and tender face of the boy. He suddenly suffered a sharp pain. The whole person flew out and fell heavily on the ground.

The teenager’s cold and cold eyes swept over the crowd and slowly asked: “Here is Changlefang Casino?”

This amazing teenager is naturally the brook that women dress up as men.

She was afraid that the appearance of Nalan Tunxi was recognized, and she felt that the women's clothing was in the way, so she made a lot of tolerance with her superb makeup.

At this time, in the eyes of the world, in addition to the body is a little thin and short, the other and the fifteen or six-year-old boy are not surprised, even if the doctor does not necessarily identify the pulse.

However, she did not expect that it was already a man's identity. The beauty of Nalan Tunxi still attracted so many people.

However, if you want to marry her, you have to measure your own skills!

With a positive answer, Tunxi stopped paying attention to the crowd and walked into the noisy casino.

Zhang Dezhong was really on a table, and he was screaming red and hoarse.

"I don't believe this, I can't win!!" He put his chips on the table. "I still have a small size, and I have opened six big ones. I don't believe this is big." Get out of the way!"

The gambling shack of the scorpion smashed a small exchange between the eyebrows, and the eyes were covered with a sly smile.

In the heart of Tunxi, the corner of the mouth outlines a cold arc: it seems that this Dezhong is being pitted but not knowing.

Sure enough, the dice were uncovered and the display was still small.

Zhang Dezhong’s slap in the air slammed on the table, loudly: “Mom! How is Laozi’s back today! I’m not going to give my son a hundred chips!”

The singer of the gambling house looked like a disgusted expression, sneer: "General Manager Zhang, you have already owed a thousand yuan to the gambling house, and then squat down, are you still old?"

"What do you mean by your kid?!" Zhang Dezhong rushed over to grab a little sly's clothes and screamed. "Do you know who Laozi is? Laozi now has Yuanjing, you don't want dogs to see people low... Hey!"

The words have not been finished, he has been kicked out.

Then, the rain-like fists fell on him mercilessly.