The King of Hell is Genius Pampered Wife

The man's hoarse voice sounded with the last sense, "Xi Yue, I give you the last chance - push me away!"

In response to him is the girl never look back.

Ji Mingyu let out a roar like a wild animal. All the strings belonging to reason were completely broken.

In the curly cold fog, all the negative emotions are turned into the burning expectation, and the friendship flowing in every inch of the air is turned into the warmth of the gurgling flow, and all the cold is dispelled.

The freezing ice of Wuqing Lingquan slowly melts, and the spring water once again steams up the curl of warm fog, and makes people relaxed and happy.

The whole hell temple, the moment before, was so dead and cold that it was oppressed to madness.

At this time, it's like a moment when spring is blooming and the garden is full of vitality.

Qinglong and others have been anxiously waiting in the courtyard outside the Lingquan of the five Qing Dynasty. When they saw the recovery of plants and flowers in the courtyard, they fell to their knees and wept.

That is the vitality brought by the origin of wood. It has saved the plants in the garden and everyone in their temple.

The blood contract on the chest becomes solid again, which means that Ji Mingyu's spirit has been completely restored, and the little ice and cold mixed in the original blood contract has disappeared, which means that -

after nearly ten thousand years, the ice prison on the master and son has been completely lifted!

From then on, the master and son no longer have to go through life every twenty years to taste the ups and downs of the world and die young.

From then on, they no longer have to worry about their master's cold poison attack and being hurt by calculation.

Since then, Ji Mingyu has no worries about her future, and will step by step embark on the peak road of becoming the master of the divine realm.

One day, he will become the Lord of heaven and earth, let all people bow down and worship, and no one can shake his edge.

And all this was brought by Miss Xi Yue.

Just, how is Miss Xiyue who brought all this? Is she still alive?

If she dies, can the master live alone?

The original joy and excitement, because of the thought of this had to sacrifice for the choice, into a thick worry and heartbreak.

They can only sincerely pray that the master and miss Xiyue can survive safely and survive this disaster.

===Outside the house where Lingquan is located, there is a light fish belly luster in the sky.

The cool breeze in the early morning, mixed with the chill, blew the fog, and also let Ji Mingyu immersed in the wonderful and crazy reason slowly come back.

He slowly straightened up, with clear texture and beautiful lines. Every inch of muscle seemed to gather the most powerful force and depict the most attractive arc between heaven and earth.

His black hair was scattered behind him, a little messy and half covered his eyebrows, but he was more and more like a man of great standing and handsome.

The cool wind blows the strong body with sweat. If ordinary people have already shivered with cold, they have no idea.

A pair of eyes, half covered by messy long hair, do not look at the person in your arms for a moment. They are so gentle that they seem to be able to drip water at any time.

The girl in my arms is drowsy and sleepy. She is not very stable. Her delicate eyebrows are wrinkled and her face is still covered with wet tears. She looks so pitiful, but she is beautiful and dazzled.

Ji Mingyu reached out and gently wiped the tears on the girl's face. Her movements were ineffable and clumsy, but with extreme gentleness.

He can't remember what happened last night, except that his mind was almost completely lost, as if he was on the verge of losing control anytime and anywhere.

He knew there was something wrong with him, but he couldn't help it. He could only watch him step by step go to the abyss of eternal doom.