The King of Hell’s Genius Pampered Wife

Qing Yan’s cold eyes swept the group of people around him, and his eyes were full of contempt. “It’s just a group of people, and that’s a bit of a look at the middle of Jindan. Miss, let me go and clean up the gold. The old man in the middle of Dan."

"No need!" Xiaoxi took out the water-stained sword, and the sound was clear and sound, like a popular one. "I am too lazy to consume with them, simply take a breath and solve it all."

The voice just fell, and she suddenly picked up the purple vines in the sky.

The vines are like tornadoes, and wherever they go, the walls and roofs of the entire study are ruined.

The flying stone and gravel fell, and Nalan Zhengze and others were scattered, but they did not fall on the river.

Nalan Zhengze and Nalan Yanming were wandering, but they couldn’t even care for the dust on their faces, just the horrified eyes glaring at the Nalan Tunxi in front of them.

The girl's body is weak and not astonishing, but the crazy and fascinating spiritual power is so powerful that Nalan Yuming feels fear and tremble.

Nalan Zhengze’s feelings at this time were even more frightening and more insane than the face of Nalan’s face under the iron helmet.

no no! This is impossible!

It was Nalan Tunxi. Although he tortured her, he secretly ordered the servant to abuse her and watch her live pigs and dogs. However, she never relaxed her surveillance.

Nalan Tunxi is so weak, so incompetent, so nothing.

How can it be in front of this, can exude a strong spiritual pressure, let him have a desperate girl who can not resist!

"You...who are you? You are not Nalan Tunxi, who are you?"

Nalan Zhengze made a hoarse cry, as if convincing others, but also convinced himself.

Xiaoxi smiled gently, and the purple vines gathered in conscious moments and returned to her body.

She looked at Nalan Zhengze coldly, the father who had let Nalan Tunxi have admiration, and the expired father, his mouth smacked a cold and cruel smile.

"Of course I am Nalan Tunxi, my dear father, you have been monitoring me for 17 years. Do you even know me now?"

Her voice was a loud meal, and then it was suddenly cold, and the voice was clear and pleasant, but it was strangely chilly, as if it came from the eighteenth floor of hell.

"I am Nalan Tunxi, but it is not the original Nalan Tunxi. The original Nalan Tunxi has been killed by your group of beasts. Now standing in front of you is Nalan who climbed back from hell. Quxi, are you ready to repay the debts you owe?"

The voice just fell, and the water sword rose into the sky.

Just before Nalan Zhengze and Nalan Mingming had not reacted, the sky was covered with rain.

Jian Yu Feihua, Wan Jian wears heart!

Even in the Broken Mountain, this trick of Tunxi can easily kill a fifth-order Warcraft.

What's more, after experiencing the Battle of the Broken Mountain and retreating, her strength is no longer comparable to that of the day.

The sword rain in the sky is like a reminder of death, like the call of death.

When these warriors have not responded, they have already penetrated their bodies directly.

Some people, even with a scornful expression on their faces, looked at Tunxi and thought that she was a little girl, even if it was amazing.

However, their expressions are too late to change, and they feel a sharp pain.

Then I completely lost consciousness.