The King of Hell’s Genius Pampered Wife

"Oh, gangster, you don't know, it's a big loss for the teacher to save him this time. The 90% of the real yuan is depleted and it takes at least half a month. This loss is simply Immeasurable, you must use countless fine wines to compensate for the teacher!"

Tunxi smiled and nodded, and he was really awkward to his old urchin-like master.

The old man's gaze fell on Ouyang Haoxuan, but in the light, it was a deep depression. "The gangster, this little guy has experienced too much darkness, and now the soul of the **** has been infected with the dark and bloodthirsty magic. Just Master was careless for a moment, and he was almost countered by the magic of his body. Fortunately, you used your pure spirit to expel the magic in time, so that we all escaped. But..."

"You still have to be careful with this person. If one day the dark side of his heart is out of control, it may hurt you. On the other hand, I see you are still a little farther away from this little guy."

Xiaoxi smiled and did not have any fluctuations in his expression. He just said faintly: "If I have had his experience, I may become darker and bloodthirsty than him."

"Not to mention, instead of escaping from fear of unknown results, I prefer to improve my strength so that no one can hurt me."

The old man snorted, and then he laughed a few times, stroking the beard and hurried away.

Quxi just gave him the wine, but there are still a few altars to drink. He used so many real yuan in this move, and almost even this avatar collapsed, too much! No, he drinks a little more wine to make up... all come back!

Tunxi stayed in the same place, watching Ouyang Haoxuan continue to roll on the sand, and the painful sorrow and mourning in his mouth.

The hot heat wave makes the temperature of the desert environment rise rapidly. Even if the stream has been condensed by the water, the hair and clothes are gradually wetted by sweat.

"Ah, ah--!"

Ouyang Haoxuan could no longer bear the pain of burning everywhere, suddenly reaching out and squatting toward his own Dantian.

There seems to be something broken in his mind, telling him that living is so painful.

He has lost everything and lives, no more meaning.

Instead of suffering so painfully and desperately, he would be better to die.

The hand that was lifted to the air was caught by a hand, and his hand was caught cold and soft, but with a decisive power.

The cold and transparent voice screamed in the ear, with a taunting tone, "Ouyang Haoxuan, do you have this?"

"Your parents were killed by the Feng family. Your home was ruined by Feng Yunjing. Your father remembered your safety before he died. Please help me to save you and let you live well. Your hatred has not yet Report, your parents have not been buried, you want to die? Ouyang Haoxuan, are you against your parents and your **** vengeance?"

Ouyang Haoxuan opened his eyes in a difficult way, faintly reflecting a beautiful face.

The eyebrows are picturesque, the beautiful and clear, the sweaty black hair hangs down, and the squatting on the white forehead makes the teenager look weak and delicate.

But the pair of clear phoenixes, but they are so cold, so decided.

With a satirical arc, it seems to be laughing at his weakness, his incompetence.

Do not! He does not want to be laughed at by these eyes, and he is even more reluctant to be looked down upon by this person.

He wants to live, even if he loses all hope, even if he has nothing, at least he can stay with this person.