The King of Hell’s Genius Pampered Wife

"Since it is my sin, let me personally end this and personally end this 20-year nightmare. Even if I carry the uncle's demon, I will not hesitate!"

As soon as the voice fell, the sword of the long wind of the valley wind suddenly rose and slammed toward Murong Feng.

Murong Feng grew up, his face full of fear and despair, and then turned into hysterical madness and haze. "If you kill me, you will regret it... You will come with me soon, no one can escape... hahahaha ......"

Murong Feng’s body was drawn in a straight line with his eyebrows and his nose as a central axis, and he was instantly split into two halves.

The hot blood spattered and sprinkled the wind in the valley.

He clearly can escape, but he did not hide, but bears with no expression, only one pair of eyes is more and more persistent.

From then on, there is no more glory in the world, no Murong House, and some are only loyal to the hustle and bustle.

The wind of the valley slammed back, and it went down to the single knee of Tunxi.

His sword is on the ground, his back is curved, his face is sincere and calm, and there is no trace of humiliation. "Thank you for letting me report my enemies. It’s just a subordinate claim. It is very likely that it will lead to a robbery in the future. I can't spend it, and I won't be able to stay with my master again..."

Tunxi licked the goose bumps on his hands and quickly interrupted him. "The wind is blowing in the valley. What kind of wind do you smoke? When the blood of Murong Feng is splashed, the brain is broken. Can you talk well?"

When the wind of the valley couldn’t be said, I immediately laughed and stood up and stood up: “Isn’t ordinary people should enjoy the worship of the people, what is the master’s pleasure? I’m so hard to bend my knees, little nephew. You too don't give face!"

Tunxi turned his eyes blankly, and then his face was dignified: "I always feel that Murong Feng’s words before his death are somewhat meaningful, and I still have a bad feeling, we will leave here soon..."

"Oh, leave here, where do you want to go?" A low voice came from the door without warning.

The winds of the brook and the valley were discolored, and the two almost never thought about it. The figure suddenly rose into the sky.

The sound of "哗啦", the roof of the alchemy room was hit by a big hole.

The shape of the Tunxi River and the Valley Wind leaped to the roof, but the speed of coming people was faster than them.

In the blink of an eye, a cold and fierce breath shrouded toward the two.

This cold atmosphere has a strong **** smell, and there is a strong pressure to suffocate.

Looking up, you can see that the sky above the head does not know when to be replaced by a dark red cloth.

And that **** smell and powerful pressure are emitted from this cloth.

Seeing that the cloth was going to fall from the sky, wrapping them in groups, the faces of the streams and the winds of the valleys became extremely ugly.

The repaired to a relatively low mouth of the mouth of the Tunxi River has even overflowed the blood, the Yuan Ying period of the warrior, is not the current she can compete.

The "tear-off" sound rang in the midst of a thousand miles, and the dark red cloth was smashed into seven or eight pieces by a sword, turning into pieces, and fluttering in one direction.

Tunxi saw the unintentional presence in front of the two, his heart was loose, and he spit out a blood in his chest.

"Hey, are you okay?" Gu Liufeng worriedly held her.

Tunxi shook his head. "I'm fine. Unintentional, be careful, this person's cultivation is higher than you."