The King of Hell’s Genius Pampered Wife

"I'm fine..." Yan Xi took a deep breath, biting his teeth, forcing his consciousness to not disappear, word by word, "Just... advanced... I'm fine... I must get it, jade!" ”

After that, Tunxi couldn’t hold it anymore, and with one eye, God’s knowledge sank into the space.

At this time, there is a sky-changing change in the space, and the ear seems to have heard the vague voice of the old man - "Nine-Heaven Temple, this is Xuanzang..."

After the eggshell broke, the Mongol Palace opened its second step.

Nangong looked at the brook that was completely fainting, and tightened his hand.

At this moment, he seemed to think that he was holding a warm corpse, and his brook was leaving him a little.

The fear in the heart surged like a flood, drowning him.

"Pluto, we hurry past, no time to go, no time, fast!" Xiao Jinlong anxious, my heart, and brought you to the jade fire, I have to go back to space!

Nangong gnawed his teeth: "Are you sure the brook is okay?"

"OK and definitely!" Xiaojinlong nodded again and again, "and even if there is something, it is definitely a good thing!"

Nangong’s rumored words finally sighed out, no more words, and even did not find a place to put down the brook, so he hugged people and galloped in the direction of Xiaojinlong.

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Tunxi felt as if he had been sleeping for a long time, as if he had just closed his eyes and made a nap.

But no matter how much time she slept, when she woke up, she was greeted by a must-have mustard space.

Looking into the distance, it is the lush ancient rhythm of Lingzhi.

Although from the past, I felt that the ancient Yuntian field was very large. However, the area that was revealed after the expansion of the space, I couldn’t see the end at all.

Moreover, it is also very good that the above-mentioned spirits are growing one by one.

Especially the precious spirits transplanted from the Fenglong domain, such as the golden bodhi, are now not the time for Bodhi's results, but now his branches are full of fruit.

What makes Quxi the most strange thing is that the "exotic poppy flower" that he grabbed from the Murong family is also a cold food flower. Since he was thrown into the space, there is no nourishment of the blood of the boy and the boy. Oh, but now the whole spirit is shaking.

Tunxi was close to the touch and found that it was not the yin that caused the coldness of the back, but a strange smell similar to spiritual power and magical power.

It was met by the brook, and the cold flower swayed the large flower disk, and the branches and leaves gently swayed. It seemed very happy.

Tunxi walked to the edge of Jiu Lingling Spring. I saw that the area of ​​Lingquan was a big big circle. Now there are almost half the size of a small pond, and there is still a little mist on the top of the spring water, just close to the spirit. Spring can smell the rich aura.

The purple little seeds are lying quietly at the bottom of the spring, silent, as if they had died.

Suixi felt a pain in his heart and reached out to take out the small purple seeds. He whispered: "Little purple, thank you for protecting me!"

The small purple seeds are still quiet, the epidermis of the seeds looks dull, and the original magic is not felt.

Just looking at this little seed, I can imagine that Xiao Zi was hurt at the time and how expensive it was.

Quxi took a deep breath and mobilized the wood spirit in the body, slowly injecting it into the purple seeds.