The King of Hell is Genius Pampered Wife

Standing beside Xuanwu is a young man in Yuebai brocade gun. His eyes are clear and handsome, but he looks like he is mixed with cold ice, and his whole body is full of the momentum of no entry.

There is a kind of instinct in He Xi. This man is stronger than Qinglong, and he is very cold and rebellious, but he doesn't know who it is.

When her eyes fell on the third person, she was slightly shocked. This person, she actually met, and there is not deep impression. It is in the Taotie hall that I have no desire to host the auction.

I don't want to see her look over and smile at the corner of her mouth. Her eyes are deep and dark, which makes people completely unable to guess what he thinks.

Seeing the arrival of He Xi, Qinglong didn't even bother to fight. He said directly, "you come with me."

The door of the room was pushed open in a flash, and He Xi followed in. As soon as he entered the room, he felt a billowing heat wave coming.

He Xi frowned and hurriedly carried the silk water power to resist, which made him comfortable.

Qinglong saw the pure power of her body, his eyes slightly surprised, and explained: "the cold poison in the host's body has begun to invade the heart, we have tried our best to suppress it, but it has little effect."

Just walked around the corner, a huge bed came into view. The smoke above the bed was steaming and the temperature was getting higher and higher. It was Nangong Yu who was lying among the smoke.

Seeing Nangong Yu's first eye, He Xi's pupil suddenly contracted.

The man on the bed is only wearing a white silk frock, with hair scattered and eyes closed. From a distance, he can see that his beautiful face is like a sculpture made of jade. It is clear that the room is burning hot, but his face is not a trace of blood, but white as if it is going to be transparent and frozen.

He Xi has never seen such a Nangong Yu.

In her impression, Nangong Yu is always elegant, evil, rogue and unrestrained, but now Nangong Yu looks so fragile, as if it would break up at a touch.

Not wait for Qinglong to say hello, He Xi doesn't go forward quickly. He holds Nangong Yu's wrist.

What ice! He Xi's hand slightly quivered. She clearly held the wrist of a man, but the touch was like a cold jade just taken out of the refrigerator. And this kind of cold, in touch, there is a kind of illusion that will penetrate into your own bone marrow.

He Xi calms his mind and spirit, penetrates the spiritual power from the pulse slowly, and begins to swim his whole body.

A Jixiang past, He Xi still maintain this position, but the brow is more and more wrinkled and tight.

Qinglong was so worried that he wanted to interrupt Hexi several times to ask her about her master's condition, but he was afraid that he would disturb her treatment, which was not good for him.

When his patience almost reached the limit, He Xi finally slowly released his hand, but the frown still did not loosen.

Qinglong asked in a hurry, "how is the master? Can it be cured? "

If even Xi Yue, who has cured Ouyang haoxuan, is helpless, they can only turn to elder Cheng of the doctor association, the master of Zhuque. But in this way, the master's situation will be known by others. At that time, the Pluto palace will never be able to maintain such a detached status. The master may also cause more death.

Think of here, green dragon is holding the hand of sword tightly, looking at the vision of He Xi has unconsciously brought a trace of hope.