The King of Hell’s Genius Pampered Wife

Tunxi slowly walked to Mrs. Nalan, kneeling down in front of her, reaching out and gently stroking her wrinkled collar.

Mrs. Nalan trembled and her teeth squeaked in the cold war.

At this point, the girl's clear and transparent voice slowly passed into the ear, "Mu Rong Yaru, do you think, I was the one who used to be the bully of Nalan Tunxi?"

She leaned into Mrs. Nalan's ear and whispered: "Tell you a secret? Once the Nalan Tunxi was dead, he died in the hands of your baby daughter Nalan Feixue. Now standing in front of you, It’s the brook that came back from hell. You said, how can I retaliate against those who have insulted me?”

"You...you...me..." Mrs. Nalan's pupils shrank and her body kept groaning, and the fear on her face had become chaotic and mad.

Tunxi stood up satisfactorily and never looked at Mrs. Nalan on the ground. Shi Shiran left the Yufang Court.

A moment later, in the Fangfang Court, the cry of Mrs. Nalan’s hysterical came.

"Ghost... Ghost! She is a ghost... She is coming for a fight... No! She is a monster, she is a terrible monster... Save me... Come and save me!"

The shouts of shouts spread throughout every corner of Naran, and everyone panicked.

In the afternoon, the news that Mrs. Nalan’s madness relapsed reached the ears of Tunxi, and she couldn’t help but laugh low.

How can this be considered a relapse?

It’s just a small appetizer, the real good show is still behind!

She said earlier that these people owe the debts of Nalan Tunxi, and she will always help to come back one day!

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"The slave is a bamboo."

"The slave is the lotus."

"We are the youngest to choose to serve the lady."

Two well-dressed, graceful cockroaches stood in front of Tunxi and bowed respectfully to her.

Both of them were very respectful and arrogant. They did not have the arrogance of Pandan. The clothes they wore were brocade brocades, but they were not too swaying, and the words and deeds showed the training of the family.

What's even more rare is that they have the practice of practicing five or six layers of strength. This kind of strength is not common even in Xiaoyan and Guanjia.

Before taking a step forward, He Weng smiled and said: "We both were the first-class squatters who waited for the young master. We used to be a special singer. You are his sister, let us take care of you."

Tsui Bamboo also said: "What do you need to tell us, we will definitely help you."

The two men’s words, Tunxi and Qinglan did not react.

Mai Xiang has raised a strong sense of crisis.

These two gimmicks look better than her, and they are as good as her, so they can talk, if... What if the lady really treats them as confidants?

Seeing the lotus, I was going to go up and help the brook, and the fragrant incense immediately came forward, and squeezed the lotus. "Miss doesn't like strangers touching her."

The lotus was hit by a cockroach, and the beautiful face immediately showed a grievous expression.

Yingying’s tears can’t be lost, and I’m looking at it again.

Quxi pointed a bit of wheat incense, just smiled and did not speak.

I didn't even look at the poor lotus fragrance, but went to the hospital to look at this heart.

It was too late yesterday, so I didn't take a closer look.

Now it seems that this heart month gave her a wonderful familiarity.