The King of Hell’s Genius Pampered Wife Chapter 2900: Abusive

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"Well, this Suzaku is a big beauty. I originally wanted to be refreshed. I didn't expect her to restore the animal shape directly. But I have never eaten this Suzaku meat. I do n’t know if it is delicious in the world. You must let me taste this first bite! "

"Hahaha, when this blue dragon was in the realm of God on a weekday, he still gave us impulse. He looked like he was high above him, and he didn't put people in his eyes. Now that he is in such a situation, it can be regarded as Feng Shui. It ’s so easy to eat this beast, and you have to do something about it so that he knows how to offend us! "

A few people became more and more excited, and the stove was set up. The three flesh and blood were blurred, and the dying beast was discarded.

Most of the fur on the white tiger has been chopped off, revealing the flesh and blood, and there is no spiritual energy in the spit, as if it would die at any time.

The two dragon horns of Qinglong have been broken, the tail of the dragon has been cut in half, and the whole dragon body has been hoisted just to allow precious dragon blood to flow into the cooking pot.

Suzaku is miserable, both wings and feet have been cut off, and the eyeballs have been dug out. The red eyeballs are flying around in the air, and it is actually the gods who are playing.

"Would you say that we would be too arrogant, what if the Lord of the Underworld returned and asked us to settle accounts?"

"Ha! God of the Underworld? After this day, will there still be a God of the Underworld? We are afraid he will not come. He is here. The traps here are all prepared for him. Just wait. He stepped in by himself. When he dies, our deity will become the emperor, and then the whole world will not be ours! "

"Small bragging, the position of the Emperor of God must be our **** of redness!"

"Do n’t be noisy. Whoever sits on the seat of the emperor in the future, this **** of the infernal prison must be a stumbling block, it must be removed first!"

"Hahaha, that's right. No matter what, Ji Mingyu will die today, so why not eat some of his flat-haired beasts?"

It's really hilarious and cheerful.

But, suddenly, a few crunching strange sounds came from the ears of several people.

This sounds rather strange, as if something is freezing as fast as possible.

However, this is the temple. Everything in the temple is a magic weapon. How can ordinary frost breath be frozen?

The next moment, everyone's eyes fell on the doorway, then they suddenly stared at each other, showing a terrified expression.

Because they found out that a man in a black shirt was standing at the door.

The man's appearance is beyond expression. Even if his expression is cold, the women in the world will still be confused when they see his face.

However, even the god-level monks in this temple, even the nuns in Huaichun, saw this man with only full of fear and horror.

Because the man who appeared was Ji Mingyu, the only king of Siam, the **** of the underworld!

And just now they heard a creak, the frost that started to spread from under his feet.

Wherever Frost goes, whether it is magic weapon, stone pillar, or spar, or flame, it freezes instantly, forming an eternal posture.

"Ah-!!!" The first scream sounded in a panic, but it ended very briefly.

Because, this person was frozen into an ice sculpture in an instant.

Then, the second, the third, the fourth ... so many god-level monks, under the shroud of such frost, did not have the slightest fight back.