The King of Hell’s Genius Pampered Wife

Ten dozens of swords are brushed out of the sheath, pointing to the blackbird.

The mysterious black in a black dress is even frosty, and the killing in the eyes is almost to smash the corpse.

The wow of the black sorrow was so screaming, but I completely ignored the swords. Instead, I continued to stare at the eyes, and excitedly shouted: "Fairy, please hit me a few more times! Fairy, please don't pity. Me, please let me know!"

The sly expression has a moment of stagnant.

The purple singer rose up and continued to beat on Wusong.

Wuhuan yelled again, but this time everyone heard it.

This call is not just pain, it seems to be mixed with some disgusting joy and excitement.

"Oh, fairy! Queen! Too comfortable, too refreshing! Please don't be merciful, please call again~~ hurry~~"

The look of Xuanmu has been ugly to the extreme, and the sword in his hand will be sent out.

He quickly stopped to say: "Xuan Mu, first leave him a life, and then solve it later, so as not to stun the snake and throw him out!"

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The patriarch's study.

Wuhai is pacing back and forth.

Not far from the Taishi chair, sitting in a man wearing a white robe, his face is extremely gloomy.

"Are you sure that it is Xuan Qing's Ling Yao Hulu?"

"How can I get it wrong?" Wu Haidao, "This Lingbao was originally given to Xuan Qing by my father!"

At the beginning, he was still mad, thinking that his father was too eccentric.

In the eyes of Saruman, a dark flash of light flashed. "So, it is really possible that it is hidden in the glory of the gourd. Why don't you take the gourd?"

"Do you think I don't want to?!" Wuhai was full of irritability, "but how can I think that the little girl would be Xuan Qing's apprentice, and she also took out a few pieces of Xuan Qing's personal instrument, which is absolutely Not wrong. What's more, she is the identity of her **** fiancée and Miss Yunjia, can I still grab it?"

"How can it not be done?" Saruman gnashed his teeth and said, "If we don't grab something, we will die..."

The words were not finished, and the door of the room was suddenly slammed open.

The black scorpion that was covered in blood rushed in and excitedly rushed to the front of Wuhai. "Hey! Hey! I want to be a dear! I want to be a relative!"

Wuhai was awkward and did not understand the brain circuit of this son.

However, when he saw the deep visible bone wound in his body, he immediately burst into anger: "Why, who is so bold, actually hurt you?"

The black scorpion showed a fascinating expression, touched the wound on his body, and clearly licked his mouth, but did not care at all. "This is the imprint of the fairy on the child."

"What?!" Wu Hai was stunned, then saw his son's color and the appearance of the soul, suddenly changed his face, "Do you want to provoke that?"

"Yeah, hey! I like to marry a fairy. I want to marry a fairy. I don’t you always let me marry a woman to give birth to a grandson? This is the woman I want to marry, I want to marry. Hey!"

Later, Wuhuan also made a special obsessive call to the scene that had just been stunned and was smashed.

"What joke are you doing?!" Wuhai almost growled. "Don't you know who it is? She is the daughter of Yuntianyi, the fiancee of Siam Goddess, you, you, you... you are against this, Even she dares to play?!"