The King of Hell’s Genius Pampered Wife

Just at the moment when Cai Yu’s sword was raised, the center of the bursting array suddenly gave off a stinging white light.

Then, the entire space in the transmission array seemed to be distorted.

All the people in the fight were shocked to stop the action and looked at the center of the transmission.

After a while, a thick, pungent **** smell, mixed with the smell of rancid.

Then, a figure slowly appeared in the transmission array and raised his head.

Killing the sorrow, all the audience are shocked!

The description of the coming person can no longer be described as a wolf.

The clothes on his body were ragged, and the clothes on his arms and calves were already rotted, revealing the looming white skin.

His hair was also draped, and the hair was covered with disgusting flesh and blood and unidentified objects.

And his body, but also a trace of blood or a piece of **** minced meat.

But all this is not to make people in the venue most shocked, shocked to even breathe as if holding.

What made them most dazed was that when the teenager looked up, the purple eyes slowly swept through the crowd, and a powerful and sturdy atmosphere of the coldness spread, so that some people in the place, including the Qin elders, were excited. A chill.

Like the return of the king, the group of ministers bowed!

They are so horrified that they have the urge to worship this boy!

The time and space on the square seems to have solidified at this moment.

Suddenly, the teenager raised his sword and gently stroked it in the direction of the left side.

The sword that exudes strange and colorful light is just a light stroke, and it makes a whistling sound. The sharp sword light is like a sky-covered day and generally rushes to the side.

"Ah-!" Someone made a scream of screaming, was smashed by the sword, and fell to the ground.

It turned out to be a Qin elder's men, and wanted to attack her with no shackles.

The green scorpion slammed back, and his eyes fell on the dirty and messy teenager.

Slowly, the anxiety, eagerness, and expectation in the eyes are all in order to rob the rest of the life.

"Wow -! Son, you are still alive!" Qing Yan suddenly rushed to the arms of the brook, this cold woman has been crying in front of everyone at this moment, "You son, you are still alive! Great! Great!"

The white tiger spit out a blood, but his face was not half painful. Instead, he was full of excitement. He couldn’t help but grab the shoulder of the valley wind and shouted. "If you see no, I will say that my son is a god, how can I die?" The group of people is really stupid, only to say that the son is dead! The black raccoon in the district, how can the son have something! I will know! I will know!"

The white tiger's hand on the shoulder was extremely hard, but the wind in the valley seemed to be unaware. He closed his eyes and covered the sourness and burning of the fundus. He opened his eyes and said: "Well, hey, of course. Not going to die!"

He is the only master who swears allegiance!

He will, one day, stand on the top of all the strong!

He, of course, will not die!

Quxi smiled and pushed the green scorpion that was pushed on him. Half of it was helpless. He was moved: "Okay, green, I am flesh and blood, you are not too dirty."

Qinglan is crying and laughing. He doesn't care about the flesh and smell of his body. He just keeps looking at the body of Tunxi. He whimpses in his mouth: "Don't you, are you really okay? They all say that you are being shackled." The bear swallowed it, did you hurt? Is there any uncomfortable feeling?"