The King of Hell is Genius Pampered Wife

Before Xi Yue could fight back against Lou Shenming, he felt that he had been crowded into a familiar embrace.

She looked up and saw that the man was gorgeous, but with a cold and evil face, and a smile of intimacy and joy was drawn from the corner of her mouth, "you are finally here."

Seeing the girl's smiling face, Ji Mingyu's anger and murderous intention at the bottom of her heart just receded a little. She straightened her scattered sideburns and looked at her masked cloth towel. Slowly, she said, "what do I need to do?"

Xi Yue didn't have time to speak, but the floating warbler fairy suddenly screamed, "are you zero?"?! The God of fighting skills in the realm of alchemy

This scream almost destroys the elegant and playful image of the warbler Fairy on the court.

But the people in the square don't care, because everyone thinks they're going crazy.

My God! That's zero!

The God of fighting skills in the spirit refining domain, the most mysterious and powerful fan of all the famous people in the spirit refining domain, is the God of fighting skills that can never be touched.

Not to mention [zero] that excellent appearance and mysterious powerful momentum make the nun infatuated with flowers.

Even those male practitioners admire and admire the power of zero.

How many people in the alchemy domain regard zero as their lifelong goal, and how many people are zero's younger brother and younger sister.

Compared with Yue Tingyuan, who already knows the root and the bottom, we can imagine how much shock the appearance of zero has brought to everyone on the scene.

The whole square is like boiling oil and water.

"Zero -!! Zero -!! Zero -! "

"Zero, we love you!!!!"

"Zero God, look at me! Look at me! I've been following you for more than 100 years! "

These tens of thousands of people cheered like a mountain tsunami, which was even hotter and crazier than the cheers just received by all nuns together.

In the corner of the square, Jin Zeyu, Wei Chengyuan, Qian Dazhuang and other people were stunned to see the man holding Xi Yue on the stage, and their eyes were all protruding.

"Boss Jin, I Am I dazzled? Isn't this Nangong Yu? He Isn't he dead? Why are they still alive in front of us? "

At that time, many people in the school of theological medicine heard the story of Nangong Yu's death from the nanchamberlain of the palace of the netherworld, and even the soul lamp of Nangong Yu in the basement of the palace of the netherworld also went out.

But it's a dead man. How can he survive?

Only qingluan's face was red, and her voice choked: "it must be that the God saw that the young lady lived too hard, so he gave her the master back. It's so nice that the master can come back. I never saw that the young lady really smiled when I woke up. Until this time, she was happier. If the eggs, Bruce Lee and Mr. Gu can come back... "

Qingluan's voice gradually decreased and finally disappeared.

Jin Zeyu and Wei Chengyuan are also quiet. They just look at the two people on the stage who are close to each other. They think of a long time ago, which seems to have been a dream like good past, and their faces are also showing a look like happiness or sadness.

Wei Chengyuan said softly, "it's so nice that Nangong Yu can come back. Only he deserves to stand with Xi Yue. "

Several people beside nodded.

Only a few people away from the unknown, eyes do not immediately stare at the stage, eyes slowly rolling up the red heat wave, hanging on the side of the hand slowly grasped up.