The King of Hell’s Genius Pampered Wife

Tunxi lightly coughed and nodded, "Okay, I listen to you."

Nangong Temple deeply solidified her, and her eyes were filled with deep resentment and love.

With a big hand stretched out, the girl’s soft body was held in her arms and hugged tightly. “Xi, I want to hold you forever, and I will not be separated from you all the time.”

Quxi cleverly leaned on the middle of the palace, gently ringing his waist, and the corner of his mouth evoked a happy smile.

"When I go back, I will start preparing for our marriage. I will tell them that you are the only one I want to take." Nangong whispered, "Xier, wait for me, don't refuse me, okay!"

tell them? Who are they? Tunxi is slightly stunned and has not spoken yet.

Nangong Yu loosened her, and quickly disappeared, as if she did not give her the opportunity to refuse to propose marriage.

Tunxi smiled helplessly, and looked sweet and spoiled, throwing his doubts behind his head.

Looking back, I was confronted with a deep and complicated look.

Tunxi did not explore the meaning of Xuan Mu's gaze, but shook his hand and threw a bottle of medicine to Xuan Mu. "This is the six best products I have just refined [Run Mai Dan], Nan Gongyi has tried It also has a little effect on the distraction period."

On the spaceship, Tunxi was bored and tried to refine the higher-grade medicinal herbs in the space.

Sure enough, after the improvement, she refining the six medicinal herbs became easy, and even, the creek felt that she had no problem in refining the seven medicinal herbs. However, it took too long to refine the seven medicinal herbs, and she had no chance to try.

Xuan Mu took the medicinal herbs, and the dawn was more complicated. It didn't fall on her for a moment. "How do you know?"

Tunxi smiled: "How do I say that I am also a physician, or a doctor who is more than the president of the Medical Association. Are there any injuries on your body, can I not see it?"

This injury, like the Nangong Temple, is apparently caused by the force of space in the process of transmission.

The injury of Nangong Temple has been automatically healed when it absorbs the jade fire, and Xuanmu’s is obviously not good.

Xuanmu looked down at the porcelain bottle in his hand, and the light was long and distant. "Why are you helping me?"

Tunxi raised his eyebrows and looked surprised. "It seems...you helped me three times. I don't like to owe people. I thought that you would help me as a friend. Isn't it?"

Xuanmu jerked his head up, his face was stiff and forbearing, and he closed his eyes for a long while, and opened the porcelain bottle and poured a medicine to swallow.

Xiaoxi smiled and accepted help instead of thank you. Is this a friend?

She didn't say anything more, turned her bed, and fell into a warm, soft bed, and fell asleep.

This time, her consciousness did not even sink into space, just to sleep.

These ten days are really too tired, not only tired, but also tired. She just wants to sleep well regardless of her care.

Xuan Mu looked at her slender back for a long time before returning to her bed.

At this moment, his heart has made up his mind.

No matter whether the origin of the wood is related to the shackles, no matter what his true identity is, he will not explore it.

He doesn't know what to do, and hey, just his roommate, his friend.

Friends... What a rare and distant existence for him?