The King of Hell’s Genius Pampered Wife

Jun Mulan's face was pale and his body trembled. His eyes followed the movement of Ji Ming, and slowly moved to the sleeping girl.

Then, the pupil slammed loudly and almost screamed. "She she... Why did she appear here? Is she not already dead?!"

"Shut up!!" Ji Ming slammed his hand and only heard a bang. The body of Jun Mulan was turned out by the gas, and the wolf fell to the ground, and the corner of his mouth overflowed with blood.

Ji Ming’s face was ugly to the extreme, and it was full of horror like a Shura.

Zixin and Ziyin originally wanted to say something, but under such a breath of pressure, they were all chilling and shivering, and even a fart did not dare to let go.

Ji Ming’s murderous eyes fell on Jun Mulan’s body, saying: “If you dare to talk nonsense, don’t blame me!”

Jun Mulan glared at his half swollen face, tears screaming, his eyes were incredible.

She did not expect that she did not die in the day of the election, but returned to Ji Ming.

And Ji Ming, he... How can he beat her for a low-lying woman?

She is a saint! She is his favorite little sister!

"Ji Minghao~" The **** the bed stretched out and opened her eyes.

Ji Mingyu no longer cares about Jun Mulan, and her full attention was immediately placed on her. "Wake up? Why don't you sleep for a while?"

He squinted for a moment, revealing the cat's lazy and playful expression, his hands around his neck: "So noisy, how can I sleep?"

Ji Ming’s face is a sinking road: “Qinglong!”

Immediately outside the door, I flashed into the figure of Qinglong, and said: "What is the command of the master?"

"Bring out the idlers, etc., there is no order in the future, no one is allowed to let outsiders come in."

Qinglong went to the front of the three people, and he was respectful but could not refuse: "Miss Jun, please!"

Jun Mulan stayed staring at the two relatives who had acted relatives for a long time. When Qinglong wanted to pull her up, she finally ran out of control and said, "Hey, how could you not die? The whole temple is collapsed, how are you? May you survive? And, what qualifications do you have with my brother, don't you know, am I a saint now?"

Ji Ming's face was gloomy, and he was going to get angry, but he was dragged.

She looked at Jun Mulan and smiled like a smile: "I didn't die like Li Meijia. Are you disappointed?"

Jun Mulan looked a stagnation, and the eyes suddenly flashed a fluster.

After licking the wrinkled clothes, I continued to be slow and said: "I heard that you have become a saint. That is a congratulation. But there are rules in the domain, can the saint be a junior, and grab someone else's fiance?"

"I know that someone else already has a fiancée, but also rushed to post it, such a shameless saint, I have not seen it yet!"

Jun Mulan’s face was twisted and his body shivered. “You don’t want to talk nonsense...”

"I don't care who you are, what is the identity background!" He suddenly turned his voice and interrupted her. "But I warn you, Ji Ming is my man, I don't want to see any woman jealous of him. Otherwise, I don't mind helping you remember what happened in the Temple of the Virgin."

Jun Mulan's body swayed and almost stood still.

She looked at Ji Ming with her eyes and wanted to seek his comfort and help.

But Ji Ming did not even look at her even when she saw it. Instead, she looked at her with deep focus and affection.