Doctor Agent Spoils Dumb Wife

"I heard you're thinking about your own woman?" long Yanhuang smiled at Zhennan Hou, but it made him shiver.

Where are people? This is a devil. I'm more afraid than a devil!

Zhennan Hou was flustered. His voice trembled, "I, I don't know what you're talking about. I have no grievances with you. Why do you treat me like this?"

"Really?"

Long Yanhuang hooked his lips, and the silver mask was even colder. He stared at Zhennan Hou with more terrible eyes, "but you made my woman cry."

No more words, fight directly and be merciless.

In his rage, longyanhuang was completely in a violent mode. He drove a third-order martial arts array of the same level as Tong Yan, but hanged the Duke of Zhennan.

Zhennan Hou has never been so insulted. He guessed when he saw long Yanhuang opening the third-order Dharma array, but he didn't expect that the ugly girl should be coveted by this adult.

How can that ugly girl!

"It's really a coincidence that I came today. I heard you were going to kill the city?" long Yanhuang hooked his lips, covered his cold face with frost, directly grabbed the pigtail of Zhennan Hou, and his slender figure directly blocked the last ray of light of Zhennan Hou.

"If you dare to find her idea again in the future, you, everyone up and down, go to the funeral together."

The understatement of long Yanhuang's theory naturally has no doubt about his strength. The most frightening thing was that the voice was as low and full of cold as hell trial, which really deterred Zhennan Hou this time.

His intestines are blue now. He knelt on the ground and begged for mercy. Where was the majesty of the city just slaughtered.

Long Yanhuang glanced at him coldly and left directly.

In addition to this group, there is another person.

When the cold wind blew, I saw a light white figure standing in the woods, not accounting for a wisp of dust. It was extraordinary and refined. The cold mask on that face was full of ghosts.

"Yo, long time no see ~"

A lazy voice came from the tree. The demon king Sequoia lay lazily on the tree. The blood red robe formed a sharp contrast with the dry tree, one full of vitality and the other dead.

But what is more strange is that he seems to be the messenger of the underworld, which is very suitable for the strange and gloomy atmosphere.

"I'm still wondering whether to send someone to send you a wedding sticker in two days and invite you to drink our wedding wine. I didn't expect you to come so soon. How, am I a good match with girl Yan?"

The demon king had a joking smile on his face, but the next second his smile tightened completely.

Direct longyanhuang appeared on the dry tree in a flash. There was only a dead leaf under his feet, and the bronze sword finger in his hand stayed on the demon king Sequoia, who smiled lazily on the trunk.

"My Lord, I want your funeral wine more. What do you think?"

The cold air emanates from the bronze sword. The bronze sword that has not been pulled out has such a strong and terrible smell. The consequences of pulling out the bronze sword are naturally more difficult to imagine.

The demon king Sequoia smiled and looked at the bronze sword close at hand. "I've heard that the desolate adult of the pseudo divine world broke into the last pass of the pseudo divine world in the pseudo divine world and pulled out the sword soul that fell from the martial god in those years. Now, it's really extraordinary. In fact, I tried to make it loose in those years. I didn't expect that this thing would really recognize the Lord."

Long Yanhuang's face was cold. He suddenly raised his lips. If he didn't smile, he also smiled. It was full of evil charm. "It seems to be very interested in your blood. Do you want to try?"