The King of Hell’s Genius Pampered Wife

Slowly and slyly licking his own crumpled sleeves, looking at the eyes of the Emperor’s wing is full of disdain. "No matter who left the soul print, can you not break this waste? And, it’s done. The myel that has been suppressed in my body has also re-emerged. Oh, the emperor’s wing, stealing the chicken does not erode the taste of the rice, is it good?”

The emperor’s forehead’s forehead was striking, and a frosty white color slowly emerged on his body.

Extremely, the cold that penetrated the bone marrow and the soul made his body tremble slowly.

"Brother! Brother! How are you? How can you be so cold on your body?" Huang Yuling wanted to help the emperor's wings, but he was so cold that he was so cold that he quickly took a step back.

"Why did my brother become like this? What did you do to your brother?" Huangfu Ling roared toward the hysterical sorrow. "Do you know what it costs to hurt a goddess? I want to cramp your skin, I want you to die without a place!!"

He laughed and said: "Some people in the whole place saw what he did to me, not what I did to him."

"You have always said that I am a slave to the stars, but I am really sorry. I am neither a slave to the stars nor a saint, but a monk who has really ascended to the gods through thunder."

During the speech, the spiritual powers of the cockroaches were cast, and many of the monks on the scene changed their faces.

In particular, Sun Aoying and his son, who are very close to her, are even more shocked.

This girl is just a pressure to cast freely, but she has already let them breathe.

They can't even see if this girl is a **** servant or a higher level than the gods.

"Hey! Isn't she really a slave, not a goddess, but a god-level monk?"

"This spiritual power is higher than the old man who has been flying for thousands of years. You said that she is a slave to the stars? Oh, on the island of Yundao, which star slave has strength?"

"Miss Huangfu and Witch God God have just returned a slave, a sacred sacred woman? It turned out to be fake!"

"I think it is Miss Huangfu. Is this girl beautiful? Although the former Emperor Huang was the first beauty in the realm of the gods, but the young lady appeared, her first beauty position could not be saved!"

"Now think about it, the background of Miss Yan must not be simple, otherwise why is it so respectful to her when she is under the confession of the gods, the heavenly sacred priests and the high priests? A spiritual sacred woman in the district can let these people lay down their lives. protection?"

With the spread of the pressure on the cockroaches, the voices of the people around them are getting louder and louder.

Huang Yanling’s face is gray.

Envy, resentment, unwillingness, resentment, all negative emotions are intertwined, and her original beautiful face is twisted into a ghostlike appearance.

More resentful than Huangpu Ling, but it is the emperor's wing once again tortured by cold poison.

There was a burning flame in his eyes.

Looking at your eyes is full of hatred and madness.

When I saw the man’s violent bloodthirsty and lost his sense of reason, he felt a bad hunch.

Sure enough, the next moment, Huangfu wing slammed, the entire body was turned into a green smoke disappeared in place.

In the Tianchi Pavilion, his hysterical roar was heard: "Good! Hey, since I can't get you, then other people can't think of it!!"