The King of Hell’s Genius Pampered Wife

Quxi quietly listened to the valley wind and vented all years of anger and hatred.

She has neither comfort nor expression of pity and sympathy, because she knows that the valley wind does not need these.

Until all the winds in the valley have been finished, Tunxi is faint: "How do you want to deal with Murong, count me. I will help you!"

The valley wind slammed up and looked at her, dumbly said: "Hey, why... the owe you owe me has already paid off, now I owe you more, why do you want to... help me?"

"I don't know." Xiaoxi smiled lightly, but there was a faint brilliance in his eyes. "Maybe it is because the group of animals in Murong is not pleasing to the eye, it may be idle, or because... you are the first A person who said that I am your friend."

"What is the reason for him? Anyway, I have always done what I want to do, whatever I want, what reason?"

The dim light in the eyes of the valley is lightly lit, and the thick darkness and despair are also turned into starlight.

Suddenly, he felt that the hatred, darkness, humiliation, and pain experienced in the past seemed to be negligible.

He was as desperate as the world before, perhaps just to wait for this moment, the arrival of light and hope.

Quxi kicked and kicked the faint past Murong Linfeng and asked, "How do you want to deal with him?"

The valley wind set the gods, pressed the mood of the tumbling, then the eyes were dark, and went to the side to get the soldering iron that had been burned red.

Tunxi stood on the side of the chest, looking at the movement of the valley wind leisurely, the purple vines on his body flew silently, shrouded this dungeon into a world that was isolated from the world.

The valley winds slowly walked to the face of Murong, and there was a strong emotion in his eyes.

Have disgust, hatred, disdain, kill!

Subsequently, he jerked up the soldering iron and slammed it toward the squat of Murong.

Just listening to "Zi La la la", a burst of flesh and blood was heard.

Then, the stunned Murong Linfeng made a fierce horror, the whole person screamed like a shrimp, and then screamed and screamed.

His face was full of sweat and tears, and he opened his eyes and saw the gorgeous face of the valley and the cold smile.

The shackles across the face, like a **** sickle, waved toward him and harvested his name.

Murong Linfeng pointed at the valley and trembled: "You... how can you escape?"

Seeing the wind in the hands of the valley, holding the soldering iron in his hand, he walked toward him step by step, and Murong frightened his body and shivered like a sieve.

"You... don't come over! What do you want to do? You... If you kill me, my sister and I will not let you go, Murong will not let you go..."

"Mu Rong Liu Feng, I tell you, I see you are your blessing, you are just the scorpion of Murong's family, follow me, I can pass on the highest practice of your Murong family, I... ah ah ah —— —!!”

The second soldering iron, once again firmly pressed under his arm, Murong Linfeng can no longer bear the vulnerability and was so devastated, sighed and fainted.

At this time, his lower body was already bloody, and the fabric of the trousers and the charred flesh were glued together, and they became a mess, and they seemed to be unspeakable of nausea and horror.

There was a hint of pleasure in the eyes of Gu Liufeng, who lost the soldering iron and sneered: "Murong is in the wind, I will see how you can use your dirty underarms to do things in the future!"