The King of Hell’s Genius Pampered Wife

When the clothes on the woman floated like feathers, the fire on the altar suddenly picked up and reached a whole building, as if to rush to the sky.

But soon, the flame that rose from the sky fell, and the golden red flame slowly became dim until it went out.

The woman in the sacred robes was thrown on the ground with a scepter in her hand, her face was iron and blue, and there was anger in her eyes, and she had a sharp fear.

The sacrifice of the moon palace was once again defeated.

They are like being rejected by God. There is no way to ignite the fire, there is no way to communicate with the gods, and there is no way to gain strength from the flames and the moonlight.

The maid under the "Miyazor..." spoke cautiously. "It's better to go to rest first and try again next month."

"Rolling!!!" The woman’s hand was raised, and the maid underneath was like a broken kite, and she was thrown out and fell heavily on the ground.

The main body of the moon palace was swayed and disappeared on the altar. When it appeared again, it was already in her palace.

"The palace master!" Several slender, handsome men have come forward and want to help her wide outside Huashang.

However, when the main hand of the moon palace was waved, he slammed the person to the ground, and then the door of the palace closed.

She sat on the bed with a sullen look, her eyes looking away, and her thoughts tumbling.

Inviting the moon palace to worship the fire, there has been no way to burn for a whole decade.

And the strength of the people who invited the moon palace, in this decade, there is no improvement.

What makes her even more frightened is that since the 30-year-old, the priest who was invited to the moon palace to lose her sorrow and fled, the high priest in the gods who is even more terrible than the emperor and the demon has slowly rejected her.

Because she was rejected, she could not pray to the gods, nor could she gain strength from the fire.

Inviting the moon palace to decay a little bit, a little bit of demise, and all this, some people in the palace have begun to perceive. Some elders even negotiated to abolish her.

Soon, she went to the invitation to tribute the candidate for the Virgin, but she could not find anyone who could qualify for the Anling month.

If this time there is no way to offer a true saint, there is no way to satisfy the high priest of the gods, and her status as a palace will certainly not be guaranteed.

When I think of the red robe, the man who looks more beautiful and charming than the woman, the moon palace owner can't stop shaking.

She is too clear that being completely rejected by that person will be how to die.

"Miyazou, why is your brow wrinkled? Is there anything that can be divided for you?"

Suddenly a voice of gentle concern was heard from the ear.

It’s very uncomfortable to invite the Lord of the Moon to be disturbed, but when I look back at the people, my look has eased. “I’m not saying that I have to be alone, not let anyone come in? How come you come in without permission?”

Standing in the distance is a man wearing a literary gown. He is already 30 years old, but he has a succinct temperament, which makes people feel close to each other.

The man sat down to invite the moon palace owner, naturally grabbed her hand and held it in the palm of her hand, and put her hand on her face, her eyes focused on: "I heard that you are angry and sad, I will not care about anything, just worry. How are you."

"It is my fault to violate the order of the palace. Even if you want to kill me, I will definitely not have any complaints."