The King of Hell’s Genius Pampered Wife

However, the woman closed her mouth and would not say more.

They looked around for a few laps and found no clues. They had to leave with a woman who was **** with flowers.

After the people left for a while, they leaped from the tree.

When Xiaonuo fell to the ground, he fell to the ground and shouted "Mother".

The little red bird stopped in front of her and said, "Don't cry, isn't it being taken away by a group of mortals? The **** bird will accompany you to save people."

The little red bird said that he was so arrogant that he looked up and looked at the unknown taunting eyes of the captain. The feathers suddenly shook, remembering the tragic situation that even the little mountain eagle could not beat, suddenly stunned.

I blame this ghost place, there is no spiritual power, no demon power, it is a god-like bird, even a fireball is sprayed out, saying that it is not to laugh out the big teeth of other beasts?

The little red bird coughed and said: "Just... even if the **** bird is not enough, isn’t there your master? Is it safe, your master is amazing, and you can definitely beat the rude guys. call."

Xiaonuo wiped his tears and stood up. He said, "Master, let's go."

"You don't save your mother?"

Xiaonuo shook his head and couldn't stop tears: "Master, our tribes are very exclusive. If you used to, they will definitely do it for you. So many people... Master, I don't want to harm you! But I also I can't leave my mother, so I want to go back."

Rubbing your hands around your chest, faintly said: "You want to sacrifice yourself to save your mother."

Xiaonuo nodded firmly. "Master, I have already decided. You don't have to persuade me. Thank you for being willing to teach me this time and accepting me as a disciple. If there is an afterlife, I hope to be your apprentice."

He nodded and calmed his voice: "Well, I don't plan to persuade you any more..."

The words have not finished, the hands are lightning-like, and a few green, extremely fine wood thorns are tied around Xiaonuo’s neck.

Xiaonuo’s body swayed twice and slammed into the ground.

Oh, this is what I just said. "Because what I don't like the most is to waste my tongue."

"Unknown, put people on the back. Xiaohong, lead the way."

The teenager who leaned on the tree trunk not far from what he said, quickly came over and grabbed the little girl’s collar and picked it up like a ramie bag.

The little red bird screamed dissatisfiedly, and it was a protest against his name. Then he flew up into the sky and walked in the direction of the group of people who had just left.

I have always liked nostalgia.

However, Xiaonuo is her apprentice. Secondly, she is in urgent need of the power of the bubbling, that is, the gratitude of others. From the message just heard in the tree, the village of Xiaonuo should have suffered a disaster.

If you can take the opportunity to brush a good sense, and by the way to fight for a little buzz, it is of course the best.

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Cangda tribe.

Here is a hill close to the jungle, with countless stone houses at the foot of the mountain, the mountainside and the top of the mountain.

Behind the hills is a long river called the Navan River. The water quality of the Nawen River is clear, and the vegetation on both sides of the river is lush, as if it is full of vitality.

It stands to reason that the Cangda tribe, which is located in such a treasure, should be very happy.

But now the entire Cangda tribe is full of deadly desolate despair.

In the small stone house, there is a sour smell of smell, and the child’s low snoring, the woman’s painful cry.