The King of Hell’s Genius Pampered Wife

His face was pale and he was going to the bedroom where Miss Yan was.

As far as I can see, Ji Chengfeng and Qinglong came out from the temple.

White Tiger shouted in shock: "Qinglong? You... How can you be with the Emperor Wings? Miss Ms.? Tianyi Holy Respect?"

Suddenly, his gaze died on Ji Zhanfeng, and he trembled for a long while: "You are... you are the master of the Ji-Ying, you are... the last generation of the Emperor."

Ji took a faint smile and said, "Ji Ming is really quick, but it is already late."

"The people here will be handed over to you, kill them, go to Ji Ming, and act according to plan!"

Qinglong said: "Yes, the master!"

"Qinglong, what are you doing, why should you call him the master?!"

When Ji took the wind and raised his hand, the white tiger spurted a blood and fell to the ground.

"What about Miss Yan?!" He struggled to catch Ji Feng, but the body was overwhelmed and the ribs broke three. At this time, even the station could not stand.

Ji Jifeng will manage such a small person like him, and his body shape will disappear with a skeleton.

Qinglong step by step toward the white tiger falling to the ground.

The white tiger eyes covered him with tears. "Qinglong, what happened to you? Why should you listen to that Ji’s wind? Do you really want to kill me?!"

The green dragon face is expressionless, and the sword in his hand is slowly raised, aiming at the direction of the white tiger's heart.

White Tiger: "For tens of thousands of years, we have always been like brothers, never separated. You have forgotten, we have promised, and wait for Suzaku to wake up and let her live the life of a little princess; we swore to Let the master go to the position of the Emperor and let him and Miss Yan form a tie. Have you forgotten all these?!!"

The sword stabbed out in the hands of Qinglong stopped in the air and his hands trembled slightly.

There was a struggling look on his face, and there was a hint of clarity in the bottomless scorpion.

But when he seemed to be restored to the original Qinglong, suddenly a black magical gas was drilled from his dantian and quickly wrapped around him.

The brilliance in the green dragon's eyes disappeared at once, and the sword in his hand once again stabbed toward the white tiger.

The white tiger closed his eyes desperately.

However, the pain in the expectation did not come, but the voice of a man’s cold and awkward voice was heard: “What kind of ghost? Do they let my children live in this cold, **** place? Not as good as my worry. Valley!"

The white tiger slammed openly and saw a Tsing Yi man standing in front of him.

I saw his long hair arbitrarily distracted, his body shape is long, the light is just a back, it gives people a handsome and graceful, elegant feeling like a fairy.

Qinglong had just stabbed his sword and was pinched in the hands of the Tsing Yi man.

The top-level artifact, even the mountain can easily open the long sword.

In the hands of the Tsing Yi man, it was twisted into a ball like tofu.

In the eyes of Qinglong, the red mans flashed and there was no meaning of love. He turned and left.

The Tsing Yi man reached out and grabbed him, and he would catch him back.

Qinglong’s body suddenly smashed a black gas and bounced off the strength of the Tsing Yi man’s arrest.

Qinglong has already taken the opportunity to jump off.

The Tsing Yi man snorted and his look became a little dignified. "Is this... a magical power with devouring power?"

This time, the White Tiger finally saw the face of the Tsing Yi man who was completely inferior to the master. He made an exclamation, "Nine?"

Yes, the person who came is Jiuye!