The King of Hell’s Genius Pampered Wife

"I really don't know if this fox is a demon, why should he fight to protect the group of low-lying people, otherwise it will not be easily caught. It is stupid, hahaha..."

The two laughed together, but before they finished laughing, the sound suddenly stopped.

The two felt only a pain in their neck, and the purple vines stalked them silently, and they hanged high in the air and hanged in the air.

Both of them had a shocked look on their faces, but they were not afraid, and the spiritual power of the body suddenly released.

The chunky guard has already shouted: "Who is the sneak attack, let the old man roll out!"

However, when they just exported, they found something wrong.

In the range of tens of square meters of the two people's body, it is like a layer of purple enchantment.

In this enchantment, their spiritual power cannot be dissipated, and their voices cannot be transmitted.

The people inside the dungeon are busy with their own affairs at this time, and no one is concerned about what happened to them.

The faces of the two men finally showed a bit of fear, and they looked around in a hurry. The body struggled fiercely and shouted at the scorpion. "What is the hidden head of the head, there is a skill to roll out and one-on-one with the old man!"

As soon as the voice fell, a slim figure slowly emerged from the darkness.

A fascinating face and a dark, **** dungeon are incompatible with each other, but the black and cold eyes are as cruel as the dark dungeon.

"You, who are you?" Thin and tall, raised the voice of the voice, "How did you break into here?!!"

Tunxi did not pay attention to the two people who shouted, but step by step to the meat group that was thrown in the corner.

Bloody, no fur, just the air boasting, it makes it tremble.

The hands on the side of the creek were suddenly clenched, the nails were deeply embedded in the palm of the hand, and a drop of blood flowed from her fingers, but she did not realize it.

In front of her eyes, there seems to be a scene from her previous life. She turned to the body of her brother in the garbage dump. There is no complete head, no thin body, only a piece of wreckage.

The kind of despair, pain, and sorrowful hatred, Tunxi can't forget this life.

After that, she gave up all emotions, forgot all dreams, and desperately became stronger, that is, she hoped that there would be no such despair.

Regaining the world, she thought she had become stronger and could protect the people she wanted to protect.

In the end, she still can't do anything well. She lost Chen Hao and lost the warm home.

Now, can you even lose the little raccoon?

Tunxi slowly crouched down and wanted to pick up the little raccoon, but the trembling hands didn't even touch it.

Because she knows that there is no protection of fur, sensitive skin is naked ~ exposed, what kind of pain and torture. Even if you touch the air, you will not want to live, let alone touch your own clothes or hands.

At this time, the thin man who was suspended in the air suddenly woke up and shouted: "You...what is your **** doctor? You shouldn't be in the front yard? How come here?!" !"

The creek of the creek swelled a little bit, and the dark red like the flame slowly infected her black glass-like eyes.

With a wave of her hand, a spiritual cover first covered the body of the little raccoon, preventing her from directly suffering from the air and suffering.