The King of Hell’s Genius Pampered Wife

When I think of it, the fierce light in the eyes of Gu Liufeng flashes, and the whole person disappears in the same place as the phantom.

Murong Feng was watching very incomparably, and suddenly he saw the disappearance of the valley wind, and then his body shape had already appeared less than five meters away from him.

Murong Feng was shocked and stunned.

His best ability in the Murong family is alchemy. The cultivation is also based on the accumulation of medicinal herbs. It is said that it is the Golden Age, but in fact it is even the sword repair in the early days of Jindan.

And what about the wind in the valley? Although his cultivation is also based on secret techniques, at the expense of burning life, he is hard to take up. But during the period, it has been tempered by countless actual combat, and it is the peak of the Jindan period. Where is the soft-footed shrimp of Murong Feng comparable?

So it was just a face-to-face, and Murong Feng didn’t even have time to make a sound for the valley to “protect the car”. It felt a pain in the thigh, and then the whole person was tripped to the ground.

The valley winds on the hands of the silk, and the eyes between the eyes will be tied together.

On the other hand, Gu’s knife slashed to Tunxi’s knife but was more fierce than a knife.

However, what is embarrassing is that all actions are mechanical and traceable. Even the Golden Age is just a paper tiger.

Tunxi just diddge a few times, and soon saw the flaws in the valley.

When the next knife was cut, the purple vine in her hand suddenly smashed out and tied his hand with the knife.

The valley knife tied by the purple scent is still struggling, and the brook is moving forward, and the silver needle in his hand is precisely inserted into the back of his head.

However, for a while, the valley that was still struggling to make a sudden slow down, and finally fell asleep.

The valley wind will be thrown aside by the silk silk **** by Murong Feng, and hurried back to the valley with a knife, anxiously asked: "Hey, I still have to save?"

Tunxi retracted the spiritual power of exploring his brain. He frowned: "The specific situation needs to be checked after going back, but I have initially checked and found that his brain seems to have been dug up and become extremely chaotic."

"But if it is really taken out of the soul, I am afraid that even if I can make him alive, he will be very difficult to restore the original!"

When the valley wind heard the brook, the face was dull and the body shivered gently.

Suddenly, he jerked up and rushed to Murong Feng, and slammed his collar and said: "Mu Rongfeng, what did you do to me?"

Murong Feng was shaken by a burst of dizziness, and the wound on his thigh was a painful grin.

The valley wind slammed into his face and shouted. "Murong Feng, do you want to say, believe it or not, I will kill you now!"

"Cough cough..." Murong Feng gave a violent cough, and a pair of scorpions filled with resentment and disgust staring at the valley wind. "You are a beast, don't you want your uncle?"

"Uncle?!" Guliufeng is like the best laughter under the sun, his eyes are full of blood, his face is full of ridicule, "Mu Rongfeng, do you think you are worthy of my father?"

“Is there a father who will watch his child being abused by the next person and stand on the sidelines? Is there a father who will let his child be invaded, but he is indifferent?”

"What kind of father is there, will he be in front of the child's face, his mother, and even use it as a blame?"

"What kind of father would use his whip to beat his child over and over again, and use a soldering iron to press on his child, just to force him to tell the secret?"