The King of Hell’s Genius Pampered Wife

Nalan language suddenly remembered, she heard several times that her father and Nalan were secretly negotiating, saying that they must get something from Nalan Tunxi.

Is it that the relics make the waste of Nalan Tunxi so powerful?

Perhaps His Royal Highness will look at this monk's eyes, but also because he wants to get the relics in her hands?

Thinking of this, Nalan language can't help but be excited. If she got the relics on the hand of Nalan Tunxi, would it mean that she would look at her differently?

Nalan Rong took a deep breath and put away the life-saving rainpan, looking straight to Tunxi. "Nalan Tunxi, you were a weak waste a year ago, and now you can solve my master's Poison, you honestly explain, is there any baby in your hand?"

Tunxi looked at her eyes like watching an idiot. "What are you, let me explain to me?"

Nalan’s face was distorted, and what she hated most was the light and bleak eyes of Nalan Tunxi, as if she didn’t put her in her eyes.

She is the most arrogant Nalan language in Nalan's family. Why does the waste of Nalan Tunxi look down on her? Why? !

Nalan language gnawed his teeth and said: "Three sisters, I will give you a piece of advice. It is best not to slap a little bit of a small chip on your hand. You think that you can only use the poison of the three-legged cat for half a year. Compared with my master? If I am a real person, you have no room to fight back."

"If you know each other, you will hand over the baby in your hand. I can still give you a whole body. Otherwise..."

“Otherwise?” Tunxi smiled lightly. “The big sister may take out the baby at the bottom of the box. The three sisters really want to see it!”

In the rumor, the master of the void should have represented the peak of the physician community in the mainland.

What Tunxi said is really not empty talk. She really wants to see how powerful this doctoral pharmacist in this world is.

"Good! Good! Very good! Since you are looking for death, then I will fulfill you!!"

The voice of Nalan language has just fallen, the rain plate in the hands of the hand has reappeared, and it began to rotate at a rapid speed.

It’s just that this time it’s not a black cloud, but a blood-red one after another, only a fist-sized thundercloud.

Thunderclouds screamed in the air, and the air was faintly filled with blood and rancid smell.

Seeing that Thundercloud had touched a table in the heart of the moon, suddenly a "ping-pong" sounded.

Then, the table looked like it was burned out by the fire, and it turned into a powder in the blink of an eye.

The green scorpion around Quxi took a breath of cold air and muttered: "This is [Red-faced bones], one of the top poisons in the mainland of the Jurassic. It is said that as long as it does not reach the Yuan Ying period, as long as If you touch it, you will die without a place to be buried. The bones and flesh of the whole body will shrink rapidly, and then it will become ashes in a short time."

When Nalan was heard of Qinglan, he laughed: "I think you have a little insight! This is one of the most powerful poisons developed by the Association of Physicians. I didn't want to use this to deal with you. It is not Because [red-faced bones] precious I can't bear, but... use [red-faced bones] you die too fast and too comfortable, I really can't bear it, hahaha..."

In the eyes of Qinglan, there is obviously an anxious color, and he trembles: "Miss, what should I do now? Is it better to rush to protect you from the slaves?"