The King of Hell’s Genius Pampered Wife Chapter 3177: Master

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However, Ji Mingyu is so boring, hard and lonely.

He will always be accompanied by the sound of swords and rain in the mountains.

I thought regretfully and pitifully, if only I could grow up with him!

Such days last until the evening of the day.

Xiao Ji Mingyu went up the mountain to store food. As winter came and food became scarce, he went into the depths of the forest and encountered a group of magic wolves.

Each demon wolf has eight or nine levels of strength.

Ji Mingyu's strength at this time is just the peak of the Yuan Dynasty.

Speaking of it, the little boy's immature face won't be more than six years old, and even if he is practicing boning, he will only be seven or eight years old.

A child of seven or eight years old has actually reached the peak of the Yuan infant period. Speaking of this talent, it will probably shame all the geniuses of the three thousand planes.

However, no matter how good his talent is, it is impossible for him to beat a dozen demons alone.

Yun's heart mentioned his throat, and he eagerly rushed to help him clean up the devil wolf.

But Xiaoji Mingyu's expression was still very calm. He picked up a long sword that was taller than him and faced the devil wolf without fear.

Another demon wolf was beheaded by Xiaoji Mingyu, but he also left countless wounds on his body.

Slowly, the little boy ’s spiritual power is exhausted, and the sword in his hand becomes as heavy as he cannot lift it.

However, under the stimulation of blood, the devil wolf became more brave and fierce.

A devil wolf rushed up and opened his mouth to Xiaoji Mingyu, who had no strength to bomb.

奚 玥 exclaimed, his face pale.

At this moment, thousands of Jianguang fell from the sky and instantly killed all the demon wolves.

The blood of the devil splattered the little boy, and the cut off devil wolf's head rolled down at the little boy's feet.

But he didn't have half the fear and fear, but looked in the direction that Jian Guang was flying.

奚 玥 For the first time, I saw the shining light in Xiaoji Mingyu's eyes.

That represents joy, anticipation, and admiration!

I turned my head and saw a tall man landing slowly.

His face was wearing a gold-colored mask, and he was wearing a plain and inconspicuous shirt, and his body was tightly wrapped.

No hands or feet were revealed.

But when I saw him, he was tense and creepy.

And, leaning closer, the tip of the nose seemed to smell a rancid smell.

Looking towards Xiaoji Mingyu, I saw that he was bathed in blood, scarred, exhausted, and even trembling.

But he quickly came to the man, saluting respectfully, "Master!"

Small buns are twinkling, as if the glittering night stars.

I have never seen Xiaoji Mingyu so happy.

This man is his master.

But I have a bad impression of the man in this mask.

Because he looked at Ji Mingyu's eyes only with coldness, sternness, and calculation, without a touch of tenderness.

Sure enough, the man gave him a cold look, and only spit out two words, "waste!"

Xiao Xiaoji Mingyu's eyes dimmed immediately, and her already grim face became even more expressionless.

The man returned to the cabin with Xiao Mingyu.

The boy was scaly all over the body, but the masked man didn't treat him in the slightest, soothing him, but said Shen: "Show me what you have learned in the past few days."

Xiao Mingyu didn't even frown, and began to dance a long sword.