The King of Hell’s Genius Pampered Wife

"I can't sit on the top of the Emperor, and Ji Ming will never want to sit up!"

"Hey, you give me to die!!"

In the corner of Tianchi Pavilion, Jiuye’s light was condensed, and a group of Qingmang flashed in his palm.

Suddenly, I felt that I only felt a force that would almost tear my soul away.

She wants to avoid it, but there is still a cold and bitter cold poison in that power.

The cold straight into the bone marrow, freezing the blood, so that her body and spiritual power are all slow, can not avoid.

Even you can't even hide into space.

I just thought that I had to be forced to attack this time.

A sudden flash of light flashed in front of my eyes.

A black mist, with a group of red awns, came like a lightning bolt.

At the moment when the attack of Huangfu wing almost fell on the top of the skull, the red mansions collided with the golden thunderstorm attack of the black house and the imperial wing.

Boom - a loud noise.

The entire Tianchi Pavilion made a more violent shaking, a large zenith fell, and the monks below the squat fled.

On the face of Huang Fuyi, there is already a look of despair and unwillingness.

They are here -! !

No matter which island is away from Wuji Island, there are two streams of light, even if you use a transmission array, it will take a day.

Huang Weiyi thought that they could never arrive in time.

However, they just dared to arrive at the moment of the millennium.

And one is two people.

Ji Ming and... Wei Zixi!

Thunderstorms that have been tried hard to get out have been blasted, and the Emperor's wing has been violently countered, and the soul of the wounded is like a tear.

He couldn't stand it and spurted another blood.

Huang Weiyi refused to wipe the blood of the corner of his mouth, staring at the direction of the door.

I saw two figures slowly approaching the center of the main hall.

A black-looking mahjong robes, with a cold-faced look and no expression, has a handsome face. The exquisite facial features are the most outstanding creations between heaven and earth. Every inch of body proportions seems to be accurate to the proportion of golden section.

Huang Fuyi hated the man for countless years, but every time he saw him, the strongest emotion was still deep.

The man’s impeccable appearance is a gift of his unique talent. He does not need to compete to be recognized as the destiny of the Emperor.

This man is called Ji Ming.

He is the only candidate of the gods in the real world, and the person who has been closest to the Emperor for thousands of years.

Another person, long hair like a waterfall, red clothes squatting, a pair of peach eyes in the gleam of the spar, but it is so deep and cold, deep to the bottom, the ice to the chill.

The man has a beautiful face that even the woman has to be envied, and the hand that naturally hangs down outside the red dress, like a white jade carving, is long and crystal, and the bones are well-proportioned. This is a man who is beautiful from head to toe. However, anyone in the domain of God sees him. No one has the courage to raise a little evil, even if he does not dare to have it.

Huang Fuyi turned his head and looked at it stiffly. When confronting the pair of smiling peach eyes, an inexplicable fear made his creepy fears rise from the depths of his back.

Wei Zixi, the **** of the high priest Wei Zixi!

The only old monster that survived the ancient chaos war and lived for tens of thousands of years!