The King of Hell’s Genius Pampered Wife

"But, do you think that with these funny pets, can you really escape from my hands? Don't dream!"

Tunxi pushed the table away and stood up and said: "Whoever lives, who is not necessarily!"

"Good! Very good! I will let you know today, what is called a real dead body!"

As soon as the voice fell, Nalan Rong suddenly took out a pure black instrument like a compass.

As the Spirit injects into the device, a cloud of black clouds slowly forms above her head and then grows larger.

With the appearance of the black cloud, the light in the entire room became dark and the air was cold with the silk.

The hole that was originally knocked out by the Black Mountain Leopard was also filled with black clouds.

In the room, Black Cloud enveloped everyone, including Tunxi and Nalan.

The next moment, under the black clouds began to fall into the patter of rain.

However, what is frightening is that these rains are not transparent water, but black liquid.

The people of Nalan, who had been fighting with the green scorpion, met the falling raindrops and suddenly screamed like a ghost.

When their clothes touched the raindrops, they were eroded.

And their skin, when it hits the raindrops, makes a sizzling sound, as if it is burning.

It’s only a moment of effort. The warriors of these congestive periods are full of devastation, and the body is full of vague holes that are eroded by black rain.

"Miss, save me, save us! Give me an antidote!"

Those people rushed toward the Nalan language. Although she was in the rain, the rain seemed to be rejected by her compass and she avoided her, so she has not suffered any damage so far.

Seeing the miserable appearance of the next few people to ask for help, there is no mercy in the eyes of Nalan.

She ruthlessly avoided the warriors who rushed over, and said coldly: "You can die under this fascinating magic weapon, and you should be rested!"

"Nalan language Rong, you are a vicious woman, we are here to help you come here!"

"Nalan language Rong, how can you do this to us!!"

Nalan’s Rong Xiao smiled and said: “When I will bury the Nalan Tunxi corpse, I will bury you. I can die for me, but you are honored.”

After that, the compass in his hand suddenly turned, and the little rain that had been pattered suddenly became thicker.

Even Mrs. Nalan, who had been stunned in the corner, was also affected.

It’s just that she woke up awkwardly, but it seemed that she couldn’t feel that her body was corroded by the rain. Instead, she gave a laugh, and it was obviously completely crazy.

In the first moment when the rain fell, the Qing dynasty opened a defensive magic weapon and firmly protected the brook and the three small ones.

However, when she saw the horrors of the Nalan language guards, she frowned. "Miss, this rain is indeed a bit powerful. The subordinates can already feel the magic weapon being corroded. The spiritual power has become thinner and thinner. I am afraid. I can't hold it for a long time! Miss, you must run first, and the slaves are here..."

"Escape? I have [the life-saving rainpan] in hand, where can the Nalan Tunxi escape? Hahahaha!"

Nalan’s mad laughter, “Nalan Tunxi, I advise you not to dying again, this poison in the rain plate mixed with rain, but my father’s father refines. So far, as long as People who have been poisoned by this kind have never survived!"