The King of Hell is Genius Pampered Wife

He Xi takes a deep breath, walks slowly to the youth side, squats down slowly in front of him.

Two pairs of similar Phoenix eyes look at each other, and the purple light waves and flows.

He Xi said in a soft voice that he had never heard before: "good, sit still, let me have a look, will you?"

The young man tilted his head and his throat made a sound of unknown meaning. Then, like a good shepherd, he squatted with his legs and his hands on his chest.

His instinctive and reactive action makes He Xi feel sad. Although this is only his brother, seeing his situation, He Xi has a feeling of heartache.

Without hesitation, she examined the construction of the helmet.

But this time, He Xi's eyes are filled with murderous thoughts.

Nalan Zhengze is really insidious and vicious. The helmet on the head of the young man is connected to his brain by a hairy needle.

If you take it off by force, this needle will stab the Baihui acupoint of the young man, making him bleed and die at the first time. Even if he is a miracle doctor, he may not be able to save.

Moreover, fortunately, when Nalan Zhengze was here, Nangong Yu stopped herself from acting rashly.

Because there is a secret array in the helmet, and the control is probably in Naran Zhengze's hands. Once there is a change, Naran Zhengze will probably start the array and let the young man bury him.

Ha ha, it's such a vicious doctor Nalan.

He Xi doesn't dislike the dirty smell of the boy at all. He taps him on the shoulder and takes out a silver needle.

The silver needle stabbed into the helmet, and after a few quick stabs, there was a click on the helmet.

The needle catapulted up and straight into the cave.

And the helmet originally covered on the juvenile beam also split in two and fell to the ground.

Nangong Yu takes the crystal stone of the high illumination, let the light fall on the young man's face.

It was a pale face without a trace of blood. Because of the pressure of the helmet, the face was extremely emaciated, but it could not cover up the outstanding features and delicate appearance of the youth.

Although this face is not outstanding to the extent of toppling the country and the city, it looks like He Xi dressed as a man, but it is also 50% similar.

Nangong Yu didn't even need to guess. This should be the real brother of Nalan river.

He Xi stared at the youth in front of him.

It seems that the boy is not used to picking off the heavy things on his face. His dirty hands finish the shape of his claws, and he constantly wants to scratch his face.

A whine in the mouth sounds like a little milk dog.

He Xi reaches out a hand to press his hand, dumb voice way: "do not move."

Her hands, which were full of mud and food debris, were slowly washed by pure water power.

Flushed clean hand appears as pale as the face, emaciated, as thin as wood.

What's more, these hands are full of scars. Several of them are not even healed. They are red and swollen due to infection.

When I saw the scar on the young man's wrist, I thought it was all pulled by the iron chain, but now I find that it's not the trace of the bruise at all, but It was cut by a knife with a sharp edge.

He Xi gently stroked the young man's red and swollen scars and asked in a low voice, "does it hurt?"

The boy seemed to feel her depression, and immediately made a whine.

Later, he made an action that shocked He Xi.