The King of Hell’s Genius Pampered Wife

The smile on Zhang Dezhong’s face slowly became stiff and finally became incredibly shocked. “You... are you Miss San?”

There was a squat under his feet, almost to be stumbled by the spar falling on the ground. The sound was even more trembling because of the guilty conscience: "You...what are you here? You are not already..."

"What is it?" The first step in the creek, the smile on his face was gracious and intimate, but it gave a sense of guiltyness to the unprovoked end. "Is it sold to the shack? Or should it be dead to death?"

Zhang Dezhong was so scared by the gloomy gaze that his legs were soft and fell to the ground.

The hard spar was on his buttocks, and he hurt his teeth, but he slowly woke up from the fear.

The person in front of him is Nalan Tunxi, a famous waste three lady in Nalan. She has no power and no power, and no one cares about life and death. Even the lowest servant can bully her. Why are you afraid of her?

Thinking of this, Zhang Dezhong stood up fiercely, glaring at the gaze of Tunxi, and some sorrowful anger, "Miss Miss, I did not expect you to become a low-lying slave, but actually can run out. It seems that your The new owner is very good to you, is it because of your beautiful face?"

Thinking of the face of the beautiful beauty, Zhang Dezhong was a bit of an anisy, and Miss San was a real woman. He was so big, he had never seen such a beautiful woman, and he didn’t know how it felt.

And Miss San is weaker and wastes firewood. It is also the authentic Miss Nalan House. I believe that the taste of playing a young lady will be very good!

Zhang Dezhong only felt that the whole body's blood was pouring down. He stepped forward and smiled with a sullen face: "Say, if I didn't bring Miss San, you went to the museum, you can't find such a good gold." Lord, I changed you from a salt-free woman to a charming big beauty. Looking at Miss San’s present, it seems to be very good. Miss San, how do you say thank you to me?”

He said, one hand will grab the face of Tunxi.

Tunxi was a micro-hook in the corner of his mouth, revealing a cold and sinister smile. When Zhang Dezhong’s hand almost touched her, suddenly his finger moved, and several shadowless needles shot into him.

"Ah-!" Zhang Dezhong screamed, and the whole body suddenly became sore and slammed on the ground.

Take a step forward, slowly stepping on the hand he just had to reach, and leisurely said: "You said it is good, I really want to thank you!"

Zhang Dezhong was terrified and shivered: "What have you done to me?"

"Of course, thank you for your gift?" Yan Xi said with a smile, but his feet suddenly slammed, only listening to the sound of Kara, Zhang Dezhong's right wrist has been crushed, "How? This thank you, you still satisfied?"

“Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

Seeing Tunxi and stepping on his other foot, Zhang Dezhong quickly cried and begged. "Miss Miss, I am wrong, you spare me! All Miss II told me to do this, I am just ordered!" I beg you to spare me?"

Tunxi sneered: "My sister and I have been missing for many years. She has always been her way to Yang. I have passed my wooden bridge. I can't beat the gossip. Why do you want to deal with me? You dare to lie to me, yes. Isn’t it just that my thank you is too light?"