Evil Prince, Come Play With Me

This is to take Miss Lotus to give her a long face.

How did he know that his master had no intention of making so many turns?

He just couldn't stand the beauty hooking him up.

Everyone said that the beauty of the water, Su Shenzhen was annoyed. This is the first time that you know that a woman spilled her jolly energy. It really smells like shit, making you want to pick stars from the sky for her.

Of course, he would never let Sullian know.

This fool will definitely climb up the pole and get worse later.

Baoyaolian sighed after breakfast, what should we do?

She was dying. She wanted to lose weight, but she was obviously not allowed to lose weight.

She seems to know how much she eats every day, like a bucket.

I used to eat with her less often, occasionally at night, but I don't necessarily stay in her room to eat.

But since I saw her eating her red-burning elbows like a cloud the other day, I feel like I especially like eating with her.

That's not a good thing. She doesn't even have to lose weight.

Today, 9,000 Dai Chun arrives. She wants to eat again in the evening. She wants to take the opportunity to see if she is thinner.

After all, I don't know how much sweat comes out of such a strong exercise every day.

The ceremony of the sacrificial god was held in the Palace of the Qian Kun, with a tall altar, with a large pig, roasted in gold, looking fine and tender meat, and must taste fragrant.

Baoyaolian pulled Rasu's annoying sleeve and asked, "Young Master, can you eat this pig after the sacrifice? ”

Su Shen shielded his hair in annoyance: “Don't embarrass me. ”

The sacrifice has been targeted, and the girl is a ghost who can't conceive.

And the most ridiculous thing is that every day you yell about dieting and losing weight, and it tastes like a bucket of rice.

I don't know where the courage came from to abuse myself so much.

I have to say, Su Shenzhen still admires her courage to abuse herself without consulting.

Baoyaolian wiped her nose: “Concubine... concubine is just asking, I don't want to eat. ”

Su God glanced at her. If you don't want to eat, my last name is Su.

Baoyaolian smiled at him and revealed two little tiger teeth: “Does the fairy in heaven eat pork too? ”

Su God whispered to her: “How should I know? ”

“Didn't they have a lot of scattered fairies practiced by humans? Didn't they not eat when practicing and closing? If they didn't eat pork, wouldn't this sacrificial god be a white offering? ”

“Shut up. ”

Baoyaolian grabbed his sleeve, followed him, and stopped talking.

But she was nagging, sacrificing for so long, still worshipping this and worshipping that.

She only saw the Emperor of the Clouds, teasing this one later, teasing that one later, then what was the sacrifice? She read it sprinkly for half a day, she didn't understand.

It held her back.

“Young Master, we don't even need a pig to sacrifice God. ”

Su Shen glanced at her again: “What then? ”

“All with candy, then rub the honey on the stove king's mouth, so he wouldn't dare to go to heaven to say bad things about the world. ”

Su God snapped his lips: “Afraid of what he would do. ”

Su God was tired of not actually paying any respect to these gods. For him, he didn't train to go to that day.

Fairies in heaven can't really protect you either.

He had contact with the Lord of Demons, heard some things in the sky, but it was just another world, another group of people with ghosts.

There's no mystery.

“When people say bad things, God will think that the world is too messy, too not a thing, to destroy the world. It is said that more than a hundred years ago, God wanted to destroy the world. ”