The King of Hell is Genius Pampered Wife

However, Ji Mingyu's life is so boring, hard and lonely.

He is always accompanied by the sword and the wind and rain in the forest.

Xi Yue thought regretfully and pitifully that if he could grow up with him!

Such a day lasts until one evening.

Xiaoji Mingyu goes up the mountain to store food. As winter comes, the food becomes less. He goes into the deep forest and meets a group of evil wolves.

Every wolf has eight or nine levels of strength.

At this time, Ji Mingyu's strength is just the peak of the first baby period.

In a word, the young boy's face will not be more than six years old. Even if he practices and stands still, he is only seven or eight years old at most.

A child of seven or eight years old has reached the peak of the first baby period. If this talent is said, it will make all the talents in three thousand faces blush.

However, no matter how good his talent is, it is impossible for him to defeat a dozen wolves alone.

Xi Yue's heart raised his throat and wished he could help him clean up the wolf.

But Xiaoji Mingyu's expression is still very calm. She picks up the long sword higher than his height and fearlessly goes to the devil wolf.

One after another, the wolf is killed by little Ji Mingyu. However, countless wounds are left on his body.

Slowly, the little boy's spiritual strength dried up, and the sword in his hand became like a thousand kilograms, which could not be lifted.

But the wolf is in the blood stimulation, becomes more and more brave, more and more ferocious.

A wolf pours up and opens her mouth to little Ji Mingyu, who has no strength to move.

Xi Yue exclaimed, his face white with fright.

At this time, thousands of sword light fell from the sky, killing all the evil wolves in an instant.

The wolf's blood splashed all over the boy, and the chopped wolf's head rolled to the boy's feet.

But he didn't look half afraid, but looked to the direction of the sword light.

Xi Yue saw the bright light in the eyes of Xiaoji Mingyu for the first time.

That represents the thought of gladness, expectation and admiration!

Xi Yue looked around and saw a tall man slowly descending.

He was wearing a gold mask on his face and a plain and humble dress, and he was wrapped up tightly.

Even hands and feet are not exposed.

But when Xi Yue saw him, he was tense and creepy.

Moreover, close, the tip of the nose seems to smell a rotten smell.

Xi Yue looked at Xiaoji Mingyu, and saw that he was covered in blood, scarred, exhausted, and even walked unsteadily.

But he quickly came to the man and saluted: "master!"

Baozi's eyes were shining, like the stars in the night.

Xi Yue has never seen Xiaoji Mingyu so happy.

It turns out that this man is his master.

However, Xi Yue had a bad impression of the man in the mask.

Because he looked at Ji Mingyu's eyes only cold, severe and calculating, without a trace of warmth.

Sure enough, the man looked at him coldly, only spit out two words, "waste!"

Little Ji Mingyu's eyes darkened immediately, and her cold face became more expressionless.

The man took xiaomingyu back to the wooden house.

Mingming boy's body was covered with bruises, but the mask man didn't give him any treatment and appeased him. Instead, he said in a deep voice, "show me what you have learned these days."

Xiaomingyu didn't even frown, so he began to dance a long sword.