The King of Hell’s Genius Pampered Wife

Tunxi originally planned to stay in Naran’s house to leave the revenge and leave, but the appearance of Xiaochi made her change her plan.

She remembered the original Murong House, because the gray-haired man who suddenly appeared in the death of Murong Feng, if she left the pool, if there is a master of the Yuan Ying period, what should I do if the pool is hurt?

Tunxi originally wanted to send the Xiaochi back to the Fenglong domain, where it can be said to be the safest place, but it was stopped by Nangong.

First, it is the secret of Fenglong domain outside the city. It is inconvenient to come and go at night. Secondly, in addition to those traumas, Xiaochi should have many hidden diseases and need better treatment and protection.

Nangong martyr said: "Xier, this king has recognized many genius treasures, but never heard that the blood of mortals or warriors can solve the poison, the dead, the flesh and bones. Your brother should hide very much. The important secret is that it is better to send him to my house and protect him by the king, which will naturally keep him safe."

Under the balance of Tunxi, he did not hesitate to agree.

Nan Gongyi looked at the drowsy teenager who was lying in his hand, and a slight smile appeared in the corner of his mouth.

Is Xi's brother? Hey, he lived in the palace of Pluto, I believe that Xier will come to visit from time to time, and he does not have to worry about the dead boy always rushing to the stream.

The three people rushed to the palace of the king of the night.

At this time, the night was over half, but there was still a light in the palace of Pluto, but it was silent.

The Qinglong and Baihu, who were in the government, arrived at the Nangong Temple and immediately greeted them.

Waiting to see the Tunxi River next to Nangong Temple, the white tiger immediately lit up in front of his eyes, "Wang Hao!"

Xiaoxi frowned, and she always felt that the white tiger looked at her own eyes and looked at a piece of fat.

Under the cold eyes of Nangong, the white tiger's fart was put in front of Tunxi: "Wang Hao, I heard no desire to say that you let him taste a lot of food in the secret of Feng Longyu, and I am still outside the secret. Look for the traces of Wang Shuo like a flies. The result is that you can't even get a meal. Wang Hao, you can't make a difference. You can prepare food for you. You can't help me!"

The mouth of Quxi’s mouth was pumping, and he was about to talk, but he saw the sleeve of Nangong’s sleeve and waved it. The white tiger was thrown into the distance.

"Xi, don't ignore him, let's go in."

Nangong Temple did not care about the white tiger's sorrowful little eyes, holding the brook in one hand, carrying a small pool, and Shiran went to his house.

Qinglong glanced at the small pool that was fainting and had a saliva in his mouth. He couldn’t help but say: "The master, this is..."

"This is the younger brother of Xier." Nangong faintly said, "I will live in the government for a while, you should know how to treat it?"

"Yes, the master!" Qinglong couldn't help but raise his eyebrows. It turned out to be Wang's younger brother. It's no wonder that the master who never let strangers get close will carry such a person.

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In the large room, the sleeping pool was lying on the bed, and Tunxi used his spiritual power to check his meridians and Dantian again and again.

However, no matter how to check, there is nothing wrong with the loss of blood and blood, except for the weakness of the body.

Tunxi couldn't help but frowned. In the impression of Nalan Tunxi, Xiaochi was missing when he was about five years old. It is reasonable to say that there should be memories and minds at that time.

If it is not the drug control or the brain damage, it is impossible to be cultivated. It is exactly like the beast now, and there is no such thing as a sense of truth.