The King of Hell’s Genius Pampered Wife

The egg licked his eyes wide open and flatly said: "The beautiful brother is a good person. He has saved the mother several times."

"And, the egg also sees that the mother is always playing with a beautiful brother... Dragon, what is the price?"

Xiao Jinlong: "..............."

When the pure yin blood was fed into the abdomen, the original sizzling Dantian was like being poured on a clear spring and slowly restored to its original state.

Nangong 煜 left his hand on the back of Tunxi, slowly instilling his spiritual power into her body, carefully repairing her dantian who was burned by spiritual power.

After a musk incident, the painful look on the face of Tunxi slowly receded and became calm and quiet.

However, the face of the Nangong Temple has become pale, and the tired eyes have even brought a bit of gray.

Unwilling to look at the side of the heart is in a hurry, I want to go forward to discourage or replace him to send spiritual power to Tunxi, but was quickly picked up by the cold eyes of the master.

Nangong licked the forehead of Tunxi to make sure that he no longer had a fever, and then he let out a sigh of relief and reached out to wipe the thin sweat from her forehead.

The room became quiet and hustle and bustle, and Nangong Temple held it tightly, and the sight did not move away for a moment.

I want to hold her forever, never let her leave, but now it is not.

As long as things don't end in a day, you can be at risk by staying with you, even... dying.

This is something that I can't bear to die.

Nangong煜 slowly released his hand and stood up and said: "I am gone, take care of her."

"And, what I have been to, don't let Quxi know, let alone let others know."

He said, he looked at the two little guys beside the bed at Tunxi. "Have you heard clearly?"

Xiaojinlong and the egg seem to have been shocked. They nodded in unison, how clever they are.

Nangong煜 leaned over and twisted his kiss on the forehead of Tunxi before turning around and walking outside.

However, just as he walked to the door, he suddenly turned his head back, and his deep eyes stared at the egg. His voice was low: "When I meet next time, I will not call my pretty brother, please call me, hear it?"

"Listen... I heard it." The egg looked awkward, and under the guise of Nangong, he nodded.

Unintentionally turning your head and licking your face: Is it really good for the master to take advantage of Wang Hao’s coma? If he remembers correctly, Wang Hao seems to have not promised to marry his master?

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Tunxi only felt that this sleep was extremely long.

Pain and burning-like torture have always been with her in her sleep. She is like a granddaughter who was thrown into the Taihuo Laojun alchemy furnace. It is everywhere, hot and everywhere.

This torture lasted for a long time, and then suddenly someone gently put her into her arms.

The embrace is very gentle and pampered, and with a familiar clear breath that allows her to relax physically and mentally.

Then, an icy clear spring ran into her throat with **** smell until Dantian.

The burning pain disappeared without a trace, and even the original scarred Dantian, because of this moisturizing blood with mellow spirit, slowly recovered.

In the morning, the warm sunshine sprinkled on her white snow-like skin, and stroked her soft hair and high nose.

The long eyelashes trembled slightly, and the creek slowly opened his eyes.

"Nanny--!!" Before she could adapt to the waking faint, she felt a puffy little thing slammed into her arms, and then a familiar child crying came from her ear.