The King of Hell’s Genius Pampered Wife

If you can be treated and treated like Xuanmu, even if he is dead, he will be willing.

The development of things in the square is obviously beyond the expectations of most people.

The thin old man's brows are wrinkled. He always thinks that the boy who is screaming is very suspicious, especially the phrase "often appearing near Bijingxuan", which makes him feel awkward.

However, the identity of this mysterious person in front of him is really not that they can now be offended at will.

The youth around the thin old man flashed, and suddenly stepped forward and smiled: "This classmate is yelling? The situation seems to be that someone has identified you as a murderer and someone has proved your innocence."

"So can you see this? We will still review you, but not with the soul search, but with the soul vows. As long as you make a vow and answer our questions, it takes a little time, but it takes a little time, but It won't be awkward, oh, classmate, what do you say?"

Tunxi smacked his mouth and smiled. "Oh, is there such a convenient and harmless method? It seems that those who were searched for souls are too embarrassed."

After that, even though they didn't care about the two people, they went straight to the students who were thrown aside after being searched.

"Stand up!" The thin old man’s eyebrows sharpened and he sighed. "You control him first!"

Those guards are about to move, but Xuan Mu took a step to the side.

The powerful pressure instantly filled the air, letting the guards stagnate and their legs trembled.

The thin old man's eyes are stunned, and he always feels that this person is more like the murderer who entered Mo Jingxuan than the boy who is screaming.

But the murderer was definitely injured, and the smell of his body should not be covered.

But this is called Xuan Mu, but from the outside it looks like there is no weakness or injury.

The atmosphere stagnated for a time, and Tunxi had already squatted and held one of the hands of the soul-hunting student.

The student was a mysterious doctor's branch. A girl who had a good relationship with the student cried and ran forward: "Azhan, hehe... Azhan, how can you become like this?"

The girl is crying, and many relatives and friends in the government of the government have ran up.

Someone is crying in pain, someone is cursing in anger.

However, they did not dare to smash the old man and others, but they were the thieves who let them carry the black pot.

Some of them even sneered at Quxi, feeling that he was the murderer, but they were implicated.

Tunxi turned a deaf ear to the crying curse of the people around her. After checking the condition of the soul-study student, she was relieved.

The nerves in the brain are indeed destroyed, but they are not hopeless.

Moreover, because the soul search is just what happened, it is just a nerve damage, and it is basically not completely broken, so it is not even necessary to open the skull.

She has never liked to owe others. Since these people are innocent, they will save them by mistake!

Thinking of this, Tunxi quickly took out the one hundred and one gold needles from the space.

"You...what are you doing?"

Seeing that Tunxi inserted a needle into the brain of his friend, the girl named Azhan shouted nervously.

"Stupid!" Zhang Wei, who came over, was unceremonious. "I don't understand this? Hey, my brother is treating him!"

"what--!"