The King of Hell’s Genius Pampered Wife

But then he immediately woke up. The Murong flow in the dungeon is fake!

It is not doubt or inference, but no doubt affirmation.

Because only when he saw the real winds and valleys, he discovered that even if the real valley winds are full of scars, he will never show his eyes of fear and cry, and he will not cry for fear.

The real valley wind, just look at the eyes can be recognized, clear, hot, and decisive - that is a pair of eyes that are not half the same as the Murong family, and even let Murong Feng hate.

Thinking of this, Murong Feng was shocked. He widened his eyes and said: "You...you are here, who is the Murong in the dungeon?"

Gu Liufeng looked at him at a high altitude, and smiled coldly: "Mu Rongfeng, you are hiding here in alchemy, do you not know how many days have you seen your baby son and wife?"

Murong Feng’s temple jumped, and it was vaguely remembered that Mrs. Murong’s embarrassment told him a few days ago that Mrs. Murong’s disappearance, and even his son Murong’s winds disappeared.

At that time, he was so busy with the alchemy that he was so busy that he had no time to manage who was missing. He only thought that they were distracted.

Is not it? If not, where have they gone?

The valley winds low and laughed, and the laughter was full of malice. "How? Didn’t you think about it? Or is it too late to believe?"

"In the dim dungeon, the man was tied to the mysterious iron chain and smothered in the day and night, and the woman was locked in a small box and bullied. Murong Feng, is this feeling cool?"

"But if you know, it is your most beloved son who is whipped and fired. You are tortured into an idiot in your small box. It is your wife. I don't know what you think? Hahaha... ..."

"No... this is impossible! This is impossible!!" Murong Feng suddenly gave a hysterical scream and rushed toward the valley. "This kind of scorpion, you are the one that killed me, I lost the wind, you give me the wind." Come!!"

As soon as I thought that I had sent my beloved son to Mr. Liao’s perverted play, Murong Feng only felt that the sky was broken and the heart seemed to be shattered by life.

In the eyes of the valley, the anger of the blazing blaze, the sound of the exit is a cold smile. "Oh? It turns out that your son has been tortured to death by you? Congratulations!"

"Those who are tortured by you are Murong, so you can ignore his life and death, watch him fall into hell, and suffer from torture. Murong Feng, you are such a good father!"

Murong Feng hysterically said: "You are a kind of scorpion, I have never regarded you as my son, you are just a chess piece in my hand. I want you to be born, you have to live, I want you to die, you have to dead!"

As soon as the voice fell, he slammed his hand and patted it. Suddenly, a hidden door behind the Dan furnace was suddenly opened, and then a figure quickly swooped toward the valley.

The valley wind tumbling on the ground, I was about to fight back, but when he saw the person in front of him, he was exclaimed, "Hey?!"

The person who took the knife to attack him, his eyes were sluggish, and there were many scars on his face that did not completely heal, but it was not his knife and a knife.