The King of Hell is Genius Pampered Wife

Zhuque hate very much, but think of the master's mark, and finally only a cold look at He Xi, left.

Until Zhuque's figure and breath completely disappeared from the room, He Xi finally couldn't help spitting out a mouthful of blood, and his face, which had lost its color, became even paler.

I didn't expect that the martial artists in the golden age could hurt her to such an extent just by moving their fingers.

I'm really weak!

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He Xi endured the pain of his whole body and flashed into the space. The space and the real world are like a mirror image. That's why she eats in space and doesn't starve in reality.

So when she came into the space, she was still wearing the thin bedclothes stained with blood, and her face was still ugly with the gray after serious injury.

The strong aura in the space is integrated into the body, which makes He Xi feel a lot of pain.

Although the egg is in Xumi hall, he can feel the whole scene of the space. Knowing that He Xi was injured, he immediately cried: "mother, do you hurt? It's all useless. I can't help my mother. "

He Xi face helpless, but some moved in the heart: "egg good, wait for you to come out to help mother!"

"Well! When the egg comes out, help the mother beat the bad guys! Who dares to bully his mother? Let him look good! "

The young children's voice is full of hatred. It seems that He Xi can see a child holding a small fist, puffing up his cheeks and swearing to hate. The depression in his heart suddenly reduces a lot.

She came to the nine ghost spring again and drank some spring water. The originally burning and painful meridians seemed to be crossed by the murmuring water, and the pain disappeared into the comfort that made her sigh.

Remembering the look of scorn and insulting words when Zhuque looked at her, He Xi's eyes flashed a shred of fierce killing intention.

Is that the rosefinch? Good! She wrote down this account first, and will get it back one day with interest and capital.

As for the little wound on Zhuque's face, He Xi sneered and touched his cheek, which should be the interest collected in advance.

In Zhuque's eyes, she was just a worthless mortal. She felt insulted by a small wound on her face. She didn't care about it at all.

However, Zhu que does not know that He Xi is the "white impermanence" of the double magic of medicine and poison. In her previous life, her opponent felt scared within ten meters of her. That's because she would be poisoned at any time without medicine.

If she finds out the difference of the wound as soon as possible, she may have time to use the spirit force to poison it. If it's later Ha ha, she is going to bear that scar for a lifetime!

Although he was tired, He Xi took out the Lingzhi he bought today and began to configure various poisons.

There are anesthetics, people who see the blood, people who kill in a wide range, and people who will be miserable The story of Zhuque makes He Xi more deeply realize that in this world, strength is the absolute truth.

Before Dantian was unsealed, she had to have more means of self-protection. It would never be better for her to seek for others than herself.

Nangong yujunyi's face and burning eyes flashed in her mind. He Xi narrowed his eyes and quickly expelled the image from his mind.

It wasn't until all the poisons were set up that He Xi was relieved.

As she was about to go out, she suddenly touched the bottle of medicine in her sleeping bag. When the bottle cap was opened, a strong and clear fragrance of medicine filled the air. Zhuque was right. It was a good medicine indeed.