The King of Hell is Genius Pampered Wife

Lu Xuyang found that his spiritual power can fly, and began to leap up vigorously.

However, at this time, the suction of the abyss has become more and more strong. Instead of escaping from this horrible hell, Lu Xuyang is being dragged down more and more.

"No! I don't want to die! " Lu Xuyang suddenly threw out a section of gold silk and tied Ouyang haoxuan to death.

Ouyang haoxuan wants to get rid of Lu Xuyang, but the body at the end of the crossbow has no strength.

"Ka - Ka -" that's the sound of the rocks on the cliff about to break.

Ouyang haoxuan's eyes flash with fierce light. Suddenly he reaches out and clasps He Xi to hold his hand and yanks it hard.

"Ouyang haoxuan -!!"

"No!! You can't let go. I don't want to die

He Xi stared, and his blood became cold.

She can only watch Ouyang haoxuan holding the roaring Lu Xuyang falling down, falling into the whirlpool like a bloody mouth, watching him engulfed by lava.

Ouyang haoxuan didn't even leave a word, only a light, indifferent smile. Just as he had already died and despaired, only Xi Yue's warm and shining life was left.

He Xi opened his mouth and felt that his voice and breath were frozen.

"Ka - Ka -" as if the sound of life-threatening hit again.

The huge gravel fell from the cliff top ceaselessly, and Ziming Youluo desperately wanted to catch something to resist the suction of the vortex.

However, it is only the mountain wall that keeps collapsing, and the body shape that He Xi is getting closer and closer to the vortex.

In the whirlpool, the curly heat wave of the sea of lava billows up, as if it can feel the hot breath.

All the leaves of Ziming Youluo kept shaking and climbing. However, they couldn't support and fell down.

When he was in the middle of the sky, He Xi's heart was filled not with fear, but with the relief of sadness.

So Well, she doesn't have to live alone, can go to another world with you, well!

"Xi'er!"

The trend of falling suddenly, Ziming Youluo is grabbed by a strong force, and He Xi's body shape is suspended in the air.

The familiar and hoarse voice came from the ear, with urgency, heartache and affection.

He Xi slowly raised his head, his familiar figure and face reflected in his eyes.

That is Nangong Yu, wearing a red suit, but full of Nangong Yu.

His face was pale, his body was full of wounds and his mouth was still bloodstained. However, he finally arrived at his side.

This nightmarish night, she lost almost everything from heaven to hell.

But after all, there was him, the man she loved deeply, and her husband who decided to join hands to end her life.

"Nangongyu -" He Xi let out a low cry like a baby animal's cry. The tears that he thought had dried up were surging down, as if he wanted to tell her all her grievances, all her sadness and hatred.

Nangong Yu gasped for breath. He kept winding purple vines in one hand and sealing dragon sword in the other hand, flying down to He river.

The sea of lava, like the hell of red lotus, devours people's vortices and huge suction, which seems to be useless to him at all.

He was full of hearts and eyes, only the bride he had found.

He's a little bit closer to the one he's going to lose.

Nangong Yu's eyes are full of tenderness, and his eyes are shining with terrible red light.