The King of Hell’s Genius Pampered Wife

I looked at the shameful guy with a disdain and looked at me: "Congratulations to the master."

No thoughts and no dirt on the face, they all saw the embarrassment and suspicion in the other's eyes.

This embarrassing, as everyone knows today, isn’t it a man? How can the master marry a man?

Moreover, they remember that the master did not mention the three Miss Nalan House a few months ago. Although Naran was destroyed, Miss Nalan was also likely to die.

But isn't that what the master likes should be a woman? How suddenly became a good male color?

However, no thoughts soon converge on the mind, and said: "Congratulations to the master."

Whether it is a man or a woman, as long as the master likes it, whoever manages him must come back! Even if it is a monster, it doesn't matter!

What's more, such as today, who doesn't know how to practice medicine is superb, and there is a city like Shengdetang that everyone is eager to see. Only such juvenile geniuses are worthy of their masters.

As for the succession of the ancestors? The people who cultivate the immortals usually have a long life, and many people do not care so much about the children.

Flawless and frowning, I want to say something, but in the end I silently lowered my head.

Nangong Temple has a panoramic view of their eyes, but there is no explanation, just a faint saying: "I am calling you today, I want to tell you that you will not only be my Princess, but her order and identity will be the same as me. I. You will be loyal to me in the future, and you will also be loyal. If I find that anyone dares to be disrespectful, I will never be merciful. Is it clear?"

Several people, including the steward of the Pluto House, should be all.

After the unwillingness and others retired, Nangong’s side left only Qinglong and Nanguan.

The South Butler couldn't help but say: "Why don't the young master tell you that they are not smeared, that is, a woman, and that is the Nalan Tunxi that you have been with for a few months?"

Nangong smashed his fingers and knocked on the table, slightly raising his eyebrows: "Xier is a matter of Miss Nalan's family, and no one should mention it later. Hey, hey, Nalan Tunxi is Nalan纥. Xi, Nalan Tunxi is already dead, and he is about to be the wife of my Nangong Temple. Uncle Nan, do you understand?"

The southern housekeeper was first glimpsed, then remembered the mysterious appearance and mysterious disappearance. The red man who ruined the Nalan family between the fingers, and his heart, once understood the meaning of the master, and quickly said: "Subordinates understand, genus I will also be ignorant and unintentional, and I can’t say it."

Nangong nodded and the brows were not released.

For the life experience of Tunxi, and the portrait of Anling month, Nangong Temple always has a bad feeling. He instinctively knows that it is impossible to let people discover the true identity of Tunxi, otherwise it will probably bring disaster to the top.

Therefore, he wants to be jealous, not the three Miss Nalan family.

As for the man or the woman, will the world pass him the shackle? Does his Nangong Temple care about these gossips?

Nan Gongyi knocked on the table again and suddenly said to Qinglong: "Go and take the mirror out of the nebula."

Qinglong was shocked and slightly widened his eyes. "The master is the Nangong family who wants to contact the upper bound?"

"Nature." Nangong 煜 slowly evokes the corners of his mouth, but the smile is somewhat complicated, there are nostalgia and disgust, there is helplessness and hatred. "Now I have to be a relative, in any case, at least to inform them, isn't it?"