MTL - The King of Hell’s Genius Pampered Wife-Chapter 27 Waste wood or genius

The man stepped forward and smiled and held her hand, gently licking and stroking like a lover. "Just this hand hurt me? You know who will hurt the king, what will be the end?"

Tunxi slowly calmed down and breathed, and the pain of her internal organs made her face pale as Xuan paper.

The man's warm and powerful fingerless grasps her weak little hand, and the thin belly of the fingertips on the delicate skin brings a shuddering feeling of numbness.

Tunxi’s wrist was lightly moving, and he wanted to get rid of the man’s control, but his body was pulled by him and broke into his arms.

"On the last time, there was a self-proclaimed woman who, in order to arouse the interest of the king, pointed her sword at the court under the broad public. Then she could no longer afford the sword." The low voice took a bit of evil. The danger of charm, slowly breathing in her ears, "Little girl, you said that I should abolish your hand, or abolish your meridians?"

"When you want to abolish it, say so much? Do you think I will ask you?" Yanxi sneered at his head, his face was bleak, but her eyes were as bright as stars, full of reluctance and cold, not a slight retreat.

The man’s heart moved a little, and for a time it seemed to be branded in the bottom of his heart. The heart of the lake, which has always been calm and condensed, is inexplicably a little bit embarrassing.

He couldn't help but smile low, the pressure on his body faded, and the voice contained a bit of helplessness: "How old is it, how can it be so stubborn?"

Quxi frowning, is about to reverse the lips, suddenly felt a pure and smooth through the buckled wrist veins into the body, instantly throughout the body.

The cool breath, with the hegemony of who I am, quickly swam in her body until Dantian. Originally, the pain that had torn the internal organs of the internal organs disappeared without a trace. Instead, it was a refreshing feeling that made her feel comfortable and sigh.

"What are you doing?" Tunxi was amazed. Is this person healing himself?

However, what responded to her was the man’s incomparably shocked look. He clasped the wrist veins of Tunxi, and his face changed indefinitely. He said: "I heard that the three Miss Nalan of Naran’s family was Diagnosed as a waste that cannot be cultivated, so it was abandoned in this aura of rare mountains. You - really the rumored waste of Nalan Tunxi?"

Suxi’s heart was suspicious, but his face looked the same. He said: “Did you not trace the identity of my identity before tracking it here? What's more, I am not Nalan Tunxi and who is it?”

Humph! This body can indeed be the Nalan Tunxi, and the world has never given a precedent for rebirth. As long as she does not recognize, no one can say that she is not Nalan Tunxi!

The man smiled low and the voice was full of playfulness: "Oh, a waste that can't be cultivated. There are so many people in the world."

Suxi was shocked and asked: "What do you mean by this?" The small face that had been calm and waveless at the moment finally showed a slight fluctuation.

The warm palm suddenly clasped her jaw, and the man leaned over and stared at her pair of clear phoenixes, slowly saying: "Is Nalan Tunxi? Is this king remembering you, I believe we will soon Goodbye."

"What the **** are you?"

Quxi’s cold questioning just sounded, but he only felt the breath, and the man who stood in front of him disappeared in the blink of an eye.

The candlelight swayed throughout the room, but only she was a single shadow, standing, as if the strange man who had just appeared was just her illusion.

Asshole -! Tunxi snorted and bit his teeth back to the bed, and returned to the space.