The King of Hell is Genius Pampered Wife

He Xi is even more strange, "do I know you well?" Even if I'm in danger?

"Then what are you doing here?"

The breath of the man's whole body is cold. He steps back and says, "follow me."

Then he opened the door and went out quietly.

He Xi a Leng, hurriedly follow, but in the heart is more curious.

Who is this man? Does this mean taking him out? Why?

They soon came to the border of the mirage. He Xi was relieved and finally was able to go out.

However, the man who was rushing to the border was suddenly turned around and stared at the distance.

In the dark, an old man with white beard came out slowly.

The old man stared at the man in black and said with a sneer, "do you think you can escape after stealing our family's treasure?"

The man in black didn't look at the old man, but said to He Xi, "you go first!"

He Xi a Leng, see that the man in black step forward, the body suddenly exudes a strong to let her body instinct tremble breath.

He Xi is surprised, this huge spirit pressure and breath, absolutely can't be only the first baby.

And the old man with white beard on the opposite side also changed his face slightly: "in the late period of distraction, no wonder you dare to steal here. Fortunately, fortunately, you have been hurt by that mechanism array, otherwise I will not be your opponent! "

"Say, who are you?! How did you sneak into Mo Jingxuan

Said, that white beard old man also exudes a strong spiritual pressure, although can't compare with the man in black, let alone more.

He Xi was shocked to know that she could not participate in such a battle. She would become a burden for men in black if she stayed here.

Thinking of this, she did not delay, and immediately ran towards the mirage.

However, just a few steps away, a man suddenly raised his voice behind him: "be careful!"

At the next moment, a powerful and vicious attack force hit her chest.

At the critical moment, He Xi tried to dodge, but there was still a sharp pain in his shoulder.

The body is like a broken kite flying backward. He Xi has just summoned the purple hell you Luo to hold his body.

But the arms and waist feel tight suddenly.

With both hands on his waist, gently around himself, into a warm embrace, tightly embrace.

The girl's soft and petite body is embedded in the arms, unspeakable intimacy and ambiguity.

He Xi is about to struggle when he is shocked. He suddenly feels a familiar and warm atmosphere enveloping him. He imitates the passion and anger of Foshan Hong, and seems to embed people into the tolerance and love of his blood.

This This breath?!

He Xi's body shape is stiff all of a sudden. She thinks she has hallucinations because she misses too much.

Otherwise, how could that person be here? How could it have happened at such a critical moment? How can I hold her so warmly?

He Xi took a deep breath and raised his head slowly. What he saw was an ordinary face.

But those eyes, as bright as stars, as deep as a cold pool, are full of reflection of her own shadow. How could she not recognize who this is?

She reached out her hand as if possessed, touched the man's face gently, and murmured: "I I'm not dreaming, am I? Nangong Yu, why are you here? "