The King of Hell’s Genius Pampered Wife

Compared to Nangong, the brothers and sisters of their own, it is not worthy to bring him shoes.

If her Nalan language is to marry, she will marry such a good person among the dragons and phoenixes. Otherwise, how can she be worthy of her outstanding appearance and extraordinary qualifications?

Nalan language is obsessed with Nangong Temple, and he saw him walking towards himself, and suddenly he was full of enthusiasm.

The dark road: Sure enough, the **** steward made a mistake in Pluto's request for relatives. Didn't see the Principal of Pluto now come to explain to her personally?

Thinking of this, Nalan’s cheeks blush, hurriedly stepping forward, facing the Nangong 煜 Yingying ritual: “His Royal Highness, the little girl Nalan language Rong, this court is polite. On the same day, Qingmingfeng is different, I don’t know His Royal Highness. Can you still be safe in recent days?"

Nangong Temple was blocked from going, it was very unpleasant, looking to the woman who pretended to be the same, cold and cold: "Who are you?"

Nalan’s face, which was still smiling and full of glory, suddenly became a stiff one. After a long time, she pulled out a smile and maintained her good face. “Oh, the Principal of Pluto will really make a joke. I am a language liter, the day before in Qingmingfeng, It is the life of the Pluto, you saved the life of the little woman, the little woman has been remembered so far..."

The delicate voice of Nalan’s Rong was still squeaking, but suddenly found himself talking for a long time, and there was no figure in front of him.

Nangong Temple did not remember who the woman was, and she was even impatient to listen to her words. A flash disappeared in the same place, and then appeared again, already at the side of Tunxi.

Nan Gongyi reached out and held the soft body of the girl into her arms. She gave a low sigh and leaned close to her ear and sighed: "Xier, I want to die, Wang, do you think of me? ?"

In response to him, Tunxi grabbed his wrist and held him in his own body, pulling the body hanging on himself.

The pure spiritual power condenses into one, and follows the veins of Nangong's scorpion, and only runs a circle, and Tunxi sinks his face.

She glanced at Nangong and asked with her eyes. "Don't you say that there will be nothing? Why have you been in the past for more than a month, and there are still dark injuries on your body?"

Although the spiritual power of Nangong Temple is already abundant, there are many siltations in the meridians, and there are some traces of damage in Dantian.

If you look at his face carefully, you will find that his eyes are covered with red blood, and his look is full of tiredness and embarrassment.

Nan Gongyi was stunned by her, and she took her waist. She groaned on her silky hair. The voice grievance: "Xi, don't you want this king? This king is one continuous. I haven’t slept in the month, just to see you soon!”

Qu Ximing knew that he was a joke, but he heard the man feel like a spoiled whisper, and saw the tiredness on his face, his heart was still soft, and he was even more moved.

She took out a medicinal herb without a trace and stuffed it into the mouth of the Nangong. The Nangong 煜 showed a satisfactory smile.

Feeling the incredible and resentful look of Nalan's linguistic projection, Tunxi couldn't help but sneer at the corner of his mouth and said: "I didn't expect His Royal Highness to play the hero to save the beautiful drama! How about being admired by beautiful women? Is there anyone at the scene who is sending you a hug?"

Nangong looked at the expression of Xiaoxi, which was like laughing and laughing. He suddenly felt a sigh of relief and quickly explained that he said: "Xier, you can’t listen to other people’s nonsense. I swear, I don’t know this ugly at all. The woman, she has not saved her, if you don’t believe in Xier, you can let Qinglong testify!"