The King of Hell is Genius Pampered Wife

However, he was shocked at the sight.

He Xi is actually inserting needles into the corpse, and the needles are not enough. She also takes the severed hands and feet of the corpse, flies the needle again, and sews all the limbs.

Inadvertently admit that this young girl is so holy and dazzling when she focuses on sewing needles, just like a God who can decide life and death.

After Xi Jia's severed limbs were sewn, except for a circle of stitched scars, he could not see the trace of being cut.

However, this can not change the fact that Nalan river is close to collapse due to too much stimulation.

Otherwise, how can a normal person treat a corpse, and carefully sew up the severed hands and feet of the corpse.

The most terrible thing is that it's not enough for He Xi to sew one. He Xi moved all nine other corpses to a clean corner, then gave them needles one by one, and then sewed or treated their riddled bodies.

When she sewed up the split body for the ninth servant, she could not help but step forward and said softly: "princess, these people are dead, you Please be patient. "

He Xi's hands did not stop sewing needles, but his long eyelashes were raised. He looked at her face, which was unconcerned, and looked at her with arrogant eyes, which clearly seemed to be watching neuropathy.

He Xi doesn't care about him. He quickly deals with all the people's injuries, and then takes out a purple gold medicine tripod from the space.

When Zijin medicine tripod first appeared, it was only fist size, but it became bigger and bigger when it touched the ground. In a blink of an eye, it became a huge tripod stove that could hold dozens of people.

He Xi poured the diluted Lingquan water into the cauldron furnace, and didn't stop until it filled most of the cauldron.

She looked at it with a gaping, careless look, and said slowly, "if you are really empty, you can heat this cauldron stove with spirit fire."

Without a heart, he became angry.

He was a martial artist in the first stage of his life. Now this woman even calls him like a young man.

What's more, these people clearly have already cut off breathing, and there is no half spiritual power and life fluctuation in the whole body. This woman is so struggling, what do you want to do.

I couldn't resist the impulse of slapping the woman to fly, and said coldly: "princess, I call you princess to look at the master's face. But you'd better not push forward. These people are dead. How many times do you want me to remind you... "

Unintentional words have not finished, but a sudden contraction of the nose, eyes showed incredible light.

His body was as straight as a rock, and he dared not move his whole body. His shocked eyes were fixed on the delicate face of the girl close by.

He Xi holds a dagger as thin as a cicada's wing in his hand. The blade of the dagger radiates strange green cold light.

At this time, the dagger is firmly attached to his neck, as if at the next moment, it will cut his flesh and blood and let the toxin seep into his body.

The mood at this time can't be described as shock. Just now, although he didn't have the whole mind on alert, he didn't open the spiritual shield. But after all, he was a martial artist in the Yuanying period. A small martial artist in the foundation period wanted to sneak on him, which should have been a joke like the Arabian Nights.

However, just now he didn't see how He Xi acted at all, and didn't even know how she could make perfect concealment of breath and body shape appear in front of him.