The King of Hell’s Genius Pampered Wife

His heart was full of fear, sorrow, temptation and anger, but all the emotions lingered in his eyes for a while, and eventually all gathered, leaving only respect.

Slowly squatting down God, lowered his head, and whispered, "I don't know if the high priest came to my little East King Hall. What happened?"

Not far from the man came a lazy and low voice, "come to talk about a cooperation."

Cooperation? Dong Wang suddenly raised his head and looked at Wei Zixi with suspicion.

This man can be said to be the most unpredictable and fearsome existence in the realm of the gods.

Although the prison gods are cold, they rarely kill innocent people.

But this person, you will never know when you have offended him, when will you die, or what kind of things he will do next time.

Dong Wang lowered his eyes and said: "I don't understand the meaning of the high priest. I am the master of the Prison."

Wei Zixi laughed lowly. "If I told you, Ji Mingyu will not appear in three months, maybe even he will never appear? If you and I cooperate well, maybe the next god. Respect is you, and this Siamese continent will be yours too?"

"What?!!" When the words came out, Dong Wang Shaoyang could no longer calm down, suddenly stood up and looked at him with shock.

What does Wei Zixi mean?

The prison **** will not appear in three months, or even never appear? is this real?

No, impossible! The Prison God is the master of the Siamese continent. What happened on this continent, only he is not interested in knowing, and he never knew it? So I don’t dare to be too unscrupulous when I act.

But what if... is it true that Wei Zixi said it?

In particular, he remembered that these **** messages were sent out to see God's respect, and even the Qinglong and others did not disappear.

Is this actually true?

Dong Wang took a deep breath and looked at Wei Zixi nervously. "High priest, what do you mean by this? How do you know that God will not appear within three months? Where is God respecting him now?"

"This is not what you need to know." Wei Zixi said faintly, "You just need to tell me your answer."

Dong Wang’s face was struggling and excited, but he was careful to ask: “I don’t know what the high priest wants to cooperate with me?”

Wei Zixi’s mouth slowly evoked, revealing a charming and gentle smile. “I want you to call the entire Siamese continent in the name of Ji Ming, catching the devil’s spies, and if you block, kill innocent people.”

Dong Wang’s pupil slammed and shouted, exclaiming: “Do you let me falsely pass on God’s will? No, no! Absolutely not! If it is known by God, I will definitely die without a place of burial!”

Dongwang’s words have not been finished, and suddenly I feel a red mesh energy to bind myself.

His face was horrified, and the cold sweat of his body drenched his clothes.

The same red mesh energy wraps the hands of the two kings in front of Wei Zixi.

In addition to Feng Yunzhao, who has already burst into his head, the others are masters of the Mahayana period, and there are more confidants of the East King.

They had already stunned and passed away. At this time, they were shrouded in red energy, but they did not know that they were the instinct to survive, or they returned to the light and let them open their eyes.

Everyone's face is full of fear and despair, as well as a low-pitched pleading.