The King of Hell’s Genius Pampered Wife

"Of course, you'd better leave some of the monks' lives, but let them get konjac, let them suffer, but they won't die. So, those who are resentful and mad will be able to better identify this magic. The traitor is fine!"

The head of the black man gave a sinister laughter and looked at Lu Xuyang with a bad look. "Human, what are you, dare to order me. If it is not the Lord who let us listen to you, we can tear now. Broken you."

"But forget it, since it can kill the ring and the will of the devil, then we may have a good time to play tonight."

"Hehehe, the blood of the human monk, we have not tasted it for a long time!"

As the image was played, all the monks' faces were getting ugly.

Especially those who are still in the konjac, who are constantly losing, are even more angry.

The elders and patriarchs of the major families may have come with ulterior motives.

However, these ordinary monks are simply not qualified to cherish the treasures of the Yuankong ancient times, and it is even more impossible to imagine the origin of the wood.

When they came here, they just thought that they were really Mozu and they had harmed their relatives and friends, so they wanted to get rid of the evil people.

But now, this image tells them clearly.

奚玥 is not a demon at all, she is calculated by people.

And this group of people, has become a chess piece, high in the East, such as the king of the gods, sinister and poisonous as the invitation to the moon palace, and the group of scum of the Mozu, do not care about the lives of these pieces.

The image was changed again. This time, the red-naked naked scene of the demon killing the human monk was displayed in front of everyone, and the last trace of luck in their hearts was also destroyed.

In particular, when these demons left, Lu Xuyang laughed wildly: "Hey, I see how you defend this time. With these masterpieces of the devil, you can explain it even if no one will believe you." And the origin of your wood will definitely be mine, hahahaha-!"

The paper finally burned out at this moment.

There was no half-blood on the face of Dong Wang, and the body lost all strength, and fell to the ground like mud.

Yun Tianyi slowly used the cold voice: "Are you breaking yourself, or do you want me to do it?"

"No, no! The Holy Spirit is forgiving!" Dong Wang Shaoyang slammed down on the ground, a god-level master cried with tears, and he was embarrassed. "Sacred, I am wrong, please spare me, I am also a recipient." Instructed. Now I really know that I am wrong, ask the Holy Respect to spare me this commandment, and ask Miss Yan and Nogu to bypass me this time!"

He still meditated on the knees, his life was running, his face was calm and silent, and he didn't seem to hear the sound around him.

Xiaonuo is cold and cold: "When the people who are dying in Tianzhi Valley, when they beg you, why don't you put them in a way?"

Dong Wang looked up and looked around.

I saw that everyone was glaring at him, and all the eyes were red-naked abominations and disdain.

Whether it was the former family sect of his servant, or the low-ranking monk who had never looked at him even before, he could not wait for him to die immediately.

"No, I don't want to die! I won't die! I am a god-honored person. I am doing things for God. You can't kill me at will, and there is no right to kill me."