The King of Hell’s Genius Pampered Wife

Qinglan was about to rush, but suddenly stopped.

I saw a purple vine from the wrist of Tunxi, and flew out like an arrow, entangled the whip of Nalan Feixue.

Then, just listening to the rubbing and rubbing a few times, the four black magic whip of the magic weapon, in the eyes of the public, was swallowed up by the wisteria.

After the upgrade of the purple scent, in addition to being able to lurk into the ground, there is one more skill.

That is the vine that could only absorb liquid, and now it can directly devour all kinds of spar, magic weapon and bones.

It’s just that the process of creating this skill is a bit hard to say.

For the cultivation of several little guys, Tunxi is not at all unscrupulous.

The three products and the four-crystal spar required for cultivation are not like money in the space, let them use it at will.

Eggs, dragons and cattle can directly absorb the spiritual power in the spar, and then cultivate with the nine ghost springs.

However, the purple meditation is not good, it can only draw spiritual power and flesh and blood from the living things, but the dead stone of spar is no way.

In desperation, it came up with the idea of ​​using the vines to use the small holes that were originally used to absorb the blood, all of which turned into sharp little mouths, and then chewed the spar.

When Tunxi first saw this scene, listening to the creaking sound, he only felt that his back molars were hurting.

Nalan Fei Xue was stunned by the scene in front of him. Then he looked at the eyes of Zi Ding Luo Luo. He was filled with enthusiasm and greed. "What kind of magic weapon do you use? Such a valuable magic weapon gives you this kind of waste without spiritual power. It’s too wasteful. If you hand it over, I might be able to put you in the horse. Otherwise, you will feel better.”

When Tunxi used the purple meditation, it didn't need spiritual power at all, so Nalan Feixue thought she was still a mortal who had not been repaired, but she was screaming at the magic weapon.

Xiaoxi smiled and said: "Yes, how are you going to make me feel better?"

Said, the purple whip in his hand seems to be lifted in a spirit-like manner, and fell heavily.

With the sound of "啪", Nalan Fei Xue made a sharp scream, slammed down to the ground, painfully rolling mourning.

Tunxi chuckled: "Is it so bad? Or is it?"

The second and third vines were heavily squatted on Nalan Fei Xue.

Straight, she rolled all over the floor, making a burst of pig-like roar.

Her heart is full of incredulity. Is this the weak and timid, only knowing that she is crying and begging for her?

She dared to beat herself, she was not impatient!

"Nalan Tunxi, you dare to beat me, you dare to beat me, swearing, I want you not to die! Ah ah ah ——!!"

"Come on! Help!"

Tunxi’s hand did not move, her body stood straight and her face was cold and smiling.

However, the purple whip that was thrown out of her hand was pumped down on Nalan Fei Xue, and she was so painful that she could not live.

The creek is dark and cold, and it is cold and cold: "Nalan Fei Xue, at the beginning, you also whipped Nalan Tunxi?"

"She prayed to you, crying and asking you to spare her, but you are more happy and more embarrassed."

"Since you like whipping so much, I now let you taste this feeling. Why, shouldn't you thank me?"

As the purple whip slammed down on Nalan Fei Xue, her body twitched and she didn't even have the strength to roll.