The King of Hell’s Genius Pampered Wife

Tunxi impatiently smashed the center of the dormitory and turned upside down. Although he tried to suppress it, it seemed that the two people who had demolished the dormitory in the next moment would be cold and cold: "You have to fight and fight, who will ruin the things in the dormitory." Give me ten times compensation, and since you like to demolish the house, then go to the grass on the yard in the evening and sleep on the floor!"

The voice of the Tunxi River just fell, and the two people who had struggled to solve the problem quickly split up.

The same cold-faced two people looked at each other, their eyes squinting in mid-air, as if they could make a sparkling crack.

Nangong 煜 cold and cold road: "Go out?"

Xuanmu did not hesitate to fight: "Go!"

The voice just fell, the two people's body shape has disappeared in the dormitory.

Tong Bing was dumbfounded. He looked at Tunxi. His face was unbelievable: "Hey brother, I...I don't mean let you stop them? Why are you...you let them go out? Don't you worry? Will Xuanmu brother be injured?"

Tunxi closed his eyes and entered the state of the knees. He heard the words only faintly: "Do not worry, they can't die, even if they don't live, I can save people back."

After that, Tunxi no longer took care of Tong Bing, and quickly entered the state of meditation.

I don't know why, during this time, she always felt that she had been stagnating, and it seems to be slowly advancing. It is getting closer and closer to the real Golden Age.

Tunxi even felt that she was only separated from the Jindan period by a film, but she could not find a way to break the film.

Tong Bing looked at Tunxi and closed his eyes and meditated. He only felt disappointed in his heart.

He hurried to the door, staring at the dark night sky, looking forward to Xuanmu to return home safely.

He doesn't understand why he can be so worried? Ming Xuan Mu is a partner who spends time with him, but he does not care about the life and death of Xuan Mu. Even a bed in the dormitory is more important than Xuan Mu in his eyes.

I have been treating Xuan Mu so indifferently, why... Why is Xuan Mu still so good?

Time passes by, the night is getting deeper and deeper, and Tong Bing’s feet are getting more and more. He has been standing here for two hours.

Suddenly, the creek on the bed opened his eyes, his eyes fixed on the front, and slowly converge the atmosphere of the whole body.

The next moment, two people appeared in the room.

Seeing the two men who left for two hours, Tunxi couldn’t help but laugh out loud.

For the first time, she saw that Nangong was so embarrassed.

Although he had a mask on his face, even the mask could not cover the wound on his face.

Even the clothes on the body became ruined, revealing a half-naked chest, and a small broken wound inside.

Compared with Nangong Temple, the situation of Xuanmu is even better.

There was more than a wound on his face, his forehead was still blue, his clothes were also ragged, his body was still full of **** smell, and he was not able to do it.

Tunxi clenched his fists to his lips with one hand, and coughed a little and held back his smile. He jumped out of bed and asked, "What? Finally, it’s quick to be refreshed?"

Neither of them spoke.

Nangong Temple was very smooth and took Xixi into his arms. He bowed his head and kissed her on the cheek. Then he challenged Xuanmu with a cold smile.