The King of Hell is Genius Pampered Wife

However, Xuanmu didn't seem to see the faces of all the people at all. He said coldly, "only when he is alive can Xi Yue be proved innocent."

Jin Zeyu and others were stunned at first, and then they came back. Many people in the hospital tightly clenched their fists and forced down their fears. They told themselves that Xi Yue was OK and would be OK!

On the other side, nangonghua was stiff for a long time, and then suddenly took a breath, pointed at nangongyu with fear and fear, and screamed, "nangongyu, what are you doing? Nangong Xin is your third uncle! Are you going to kill relatives? Just for a fickle man? You... "

Nangong Yu's second sword was cut out with the momentum of destroying the sky and destroying the earth.

The rolling thunder cloud rose to the sky and then fell from the sky.

All the onlookers showed a frightened expression, and they were frightened not to run away.

The scene was so chaotic that even Nangong old lady was almost knocked down by the crowd.

All people, including Lu Zhixi and Yun Jingxue, looked at Nangong Yu's eyes full of fear.

At this time, Nangong Yu's expression was extremely calm, but those originally dark eyes were red, just like the fire burning in hell.

Where his eyes reach, without a trace of warmth, it seems that he is going to tear all people to pieces.

Even qingluan and Xuanwu were shocked. They felt that Nangong Yu at this time seemed to have changed completely.

Nangong Yu's sword once again points to Nangong Hua, whose hand will tremble even when holding the magic weapon. "Tell me, where is Xiyue? Otherwise, I don't mind taking all of you to hell! "

Nangong Hua stepped back step by step. He was a distracted expert. Facing his nephew at the same level, he felt the fear of killing the top. He had no courage to fight.

Just as thunder clouds were thick and swords were drawn and crossbows were stretched, a clear and pleasant voice came out of the crowd.

"Nangong Yu, I'm here."

The sound penetrates through the thunder, with crystal clear clear, into all ears.

Nangong Yu's movements of lifting the sword suddenly became stiff, and his body seemed to be stuck by something, so he could only turn around slowly and stiffly.

The thunder clouds in the sky are disappearing slowly, and the horrible atmosphere like destruction is also disappearing gradually.

Everyone turned around and looked in the direction of the voice.

I saw a beautiful and peerless young man with a cool face, but with some softness and comfort in his eyes, he looked at Nangong Yu, who was stiff.

The young man walked slowly to Nangong Yu, looked up at him, and a soft smile came up from the corner of his mouth.

Obviously, it's a smile that's shallow to almost nothing, but the people who see it just feel like flowers in full bloom. In a moment, the clouds disappear, the rain stops, and the sky is clear.

"Nangong Yu, don't worry, I'm here."

Nangong Yu looked at her for a long time, suddenly reached out and held her tightly in her arms.

The scalding tears overflowed from his eyes, buried deep in the fragrant neck of He Xi, not seen by anyone, dripping into the delicate white collarbone.

The blazing temperature, like the imprint of soul, sinks into the heart of Hexi, telling the fear and yearning of men, despair and deep feeling.

Nangong Yu, he really regarded himself as all of life, even more important than his own life.

He Xi reaches for his hand, hugs him back, and gently strokes his back, as if to appease the man's almost out of control mood: "Nangong Yu, don't worry, I'm ok."

Remembering his experience in that deserted yard, He Xi was also afraid for a while.