The King of Hell’s Genius Pampered Wife

"Whether it is a god-level monk who sneaked into the sky, or a slave stream flowing through the space-time gap to the cloud island, it will experience a fierce turbulence. When it reaches Yundao, almost 90% of the god-level monks and the cloud slaves will lost memory."

Only the position of the god-level monk and the cloud slave are different. The god-level monks usually appear in the transmission array of each cloud island, while the cloud slaves are washed by the sea of ​​clouds and the silver beach, except for the surface repair. It is the easiest way to distinguish between the god-level flying monks and the cloud slaves.

"lost memory?"

"Yes, but this is not permanent. It will recover on its own in a few months. Of course, this is for those god-level monks who are flying up and down. As for your slaves, hehe..."

The indifference and cruelty of the book and the laughter are profound. "You have existed as tools and slaves, and you don't need memories at all. Just remember, who is your master is enough."

tool? slave? The girl in the cage squinted slightly and stunned.

Although she can't think of anything, she really hates these two words!

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On the island of Wudi, in addition to the noisy, more scattered market, there is also an elegant Xianle Street.

In Xianle Street, there are many restaurants, teahouses, and training workshops for monks to exchange ideas and exchange experiences.

A special array of fascias has been set up throughout the street. During the walk, you can hear the singular music, which makes you feel refreshed, happy, and unconscious.

After entering the Xianle Street, Sun Aochen listened to the fairy voice around the beam, and his mood was better.

When he was sitting under a wine cellar and saw sitting by the window, when he looked at the white woman outside the window, his face immediately showed an obsessive expression.

Sun Aochen hurried on the second floor, and Shumo and Lingxiang quickly carried the cage to keep up.

When she arrived at the door of the box, Sun Aochen stood at the threshold, and looked at the white woman’s back, and her eyes were stunned.

Just feeling that you are making a sound will destroy the perfect and beautiful scene in front of you.

Perhaps Sun Aoying’s line of sight is too hot. If the woman in white feels a little, she turns back and reveals a picturesque beauty.

Seeing Sun Aochen, the woman in white showed a bright smile. "Since cousin has come, why not call Linger?"

"Cousin, you are getting more and more beautiful!" Sun Aoying muttered forward, his eyes full of love, "Cousin just looked at your back, like watching the most beautiful picture, both I don’t want to interrupt it!"

Said, Sun Aochen’s hand is about to hold the weak, boneless hand of the white woman.

The woman in white smiled and avoided it without a trace. "Cousin, how are you and Miss Lanjia? I heard that you two are already in the process of deliberation, and will hold an engagement banquet next month. !"

Upon hearing this, Sun Aoying’s face sank immediately and looked at the woman’s eyes full of sadness. “Cousin, you know, cousin, I am full of you, other women can’t enter my eyes.”

"The blue raccoon is completely a child. The body is like a bean sprout. Where do I look? If you are not a cousin, you are not letting me marry her. How can I put her in the eye? It is even more impossible to promise the family." she was!"