The King of Hell’s Genius Pampered Wife

Behind Wei Zixi, they are staring at Xuan Mu.

His eyes are full of worry.

The nightingale is full of gloating and killing.

This mysterious, deceived the devil, and thought that he could escape.

I don't know, all his whereabouts are under the control of the Lord.

There is no way to escape at all.

Wei Zixi took the tea cup and slowly took a sip, only to be careless: "Xuan Mu, what do you want to say?"

Xuanmu’s head hangs down low.

After a long time, I said in a hoarse voice, "I am envious of the master, Xuanmu is incompetent, can not find the water Lingzhu, please the Lord to punish."

The words have not been finished yet, and a majestic energy is coming.

The whole man of Xuanmu vacated and turned several rings. He fell heavily on the ground and spit out a blood.

Wei Zixi’s movements have not changed, and his look is still faint, even with a smile.

"You are incompetent? I see that you are very big. If you find the drop of the water pearl, you can’t report it, even if you can afford to hide the blood, and hide for so long. Xuanmu-"

Wei Zixi stood up and stepped forward to Xuanmu.

The tea cup in his hand slowly poured, and the tea fell on the face of Xuan Mu, and it also scatters the blood of his mouth.

"Are you already not taking my master at all?"

Xuan Mu quickly struggled to get up and screamed, "The main son, Xuan Mu owes you more than one life, this life will never forget to divide. But, but the water Lingzhu really can not take, can not be destroyed, otherwise hehe... ..."

"Do you think that you are doing this well?" Wei Zixi sneered indifferently. "You really think that you will always hide the half of the water pearls. If you don't let the roots of the wood unblock, you won't let the same thing happen." What about those saints?"

Xuan Mu trembled and did not speak.

Wei Zixi looked at him for a moment and suddenly waved: "You all go out first."

He and the nightingales stopped talking, but no one dared to speak more about the expression of the guardian Xixi.

After everyone left, only Wei Zixi and Xuanmu were left in the entire temple.

Wei Zixi sat back to his original position and looked down at Xuan Mudao: "On that day, I asked Ji Ming to see what happened in the past, and now let you see it with your own eyes."

The voice just fell, and in the face of Xuanmu slowly appeared a streamlined picture.

This is a direct recording of the scene in the streamer by calling the shadow stone.

Xuan Mu looked at the scene in front of him, watching a girl with a similar face look lying in a pool of blood, and cut off breathing.

His body trembled with difficulty.

When the image disappeared, Xuan Mu’s eyes had become red.

He slammed his eyes and his chest violently undulating, as if suppressing the fear and killing in his chest.

After a long time, I slowly opened my eyes.

He said in a hoarse voice: "Mr. Jun said, hey, he is different. He is different from other saints."

Wei Zixi secluded and said: "If you are wrong, as long as you become a true saint, he will become like the poor worms of the past, losing the right to choose and letting others slaughter."

Xuanmu's pupil narrowed slightly and looked at him.

Wei Zixi showed a cold smile. "You know, since the existence of the **** domain, how many saints have been seen since the ancient emperor's temple recorded the ancient books?"

Xuanmu certainly does not know.

Such a mimic, the whole **** domain, no one knows except the high priest and the emperor.

Even Ji Ming and Yun Tianyi, the Guardian Law, never knew.