The King of Hell’s Genius Pampered Wife

"And me! We must hold on!"

The elders made a scream, and for a long while, they suddenly mobilized the spiritual power and kicked them out one by one.

His face was madly twisted, and one of his ankles put Jin Zeyu under his feet and crushed his face into the soil. His mouth measured it in the mouth: "Just rely on your waste and want to stop me." Good! Since you are looking for death, then I will fulfill you!"

The elders in Qi’s hands will be assassinated by Jin Zeyu.

Suddenly, a purple shadow whispered toward him.

The elders were caught off guard, and they were sucked by the purple shadow. The entire scalp and cheeks were burning.

The purple whips are waving above the brook squatting cross-legged, as if to tell the refusal and anger.

Zhang Changshou Shen Sheng said: "It is the purple meditation Luo, turned out to be the magic plant purple meditation Luo!"

The fighting power of the purple singer is very strong, especially the enchantment of the trip is very firm, and there are Guardians of the Purple Circus, and they want to kill the cockroaches, it takes a lot of effort.

Zhang Changsou frowned, but suddenly he heard Lu Yan’s cold smile: “Zhang Chang is relieved, I told my father that he had a purple meditation on his hand, and his father made a good early.”

As she said, she took out a black porcelain bottle and poured it into the porcelain bottle, then threw it in the direction of the purple singer.

"Zizi---" a terrible burning barbecue-like voice came.

The purple vines are shaking wildly, and the rustling of the branches and leaves is like a painful whine.

It was only a short while, and the purple vines that had been flying in the air were wilting and dying.

Because of the withering of the purple glory, the figure of Tunxi, who meditated on the knees, quickly emerged.

The beautiful juvenile skin is white and snowy, and the long eyelashes are slightly draped. In the dim light of the morning, it is like the most beautiful and mysterious elf. People just watch it and shake it, want to be close, but they can’t bear it. .

Lu Hao had always maintained the image of her white lotus, letting others deal with Tunxi.

However, seeing this scene, her pretty face is almost distorted into a sly face.

Yan Mingming is a man. Why do you still have the face that does not lose to her? Why can I get the favor of Pluto Nangong?

She wants to kill him, she must ruin him personally!

Lu Hao's eyes were slightly red, and a poisoned dagger appeared suddenly in his hand.

"Hey, you give me to die!"

The dagger blade with twinkling blue light lifted up and slammed against the knees.

Suddenly, "啪" sounded, and the vines were drawn on Lu's face and hands.

Lu Hao was unable to resist the resistance, the blade cut the vine, but she still rushed to the face with a tearful pain, blood donation dripping down.

At the beginning of the millennium, the purple singer used the last point of his mind to fly the knife of Lu Hao.

But because of the poison on the blade, coupled with the just corrosive poison, let it no longer have the magic to sustain life.

The purple vines finally smashed past, gently rolling the scene of Tunxi, and the slowly wilting leaves rubbed the gentle and delicate cheeks of the creek, so soft and reluctant, as if to tell the full attachment and affection.

Master, Xiao Zi is very sorry, can no longer protect you!

Master, Xiao Zi can meet you, I feel very happy, very happy!

The purple leaves and vines are ruined and dying, and even the main rhizome is turned into a powder, which rots in the soil.