The Blackened Male God Always Wants To Set A Routine For Me

Donald looked up at Su Smoke, his inky green eyes with a look that Su Smoke couldn't understand, his bloodless lips smiled lightly.

“Want you to like me as much as you used to. ”

Like before, you never knew I was like when I ate mermaids.

Su Smoke looked at his wrist, and a large chunk of inky green blood flowed down on it.

Little flowers in my head.

“Hosts, like mermaids, scales are their indestructible armor, tearing up a fish scale, equivalent to the pain of breaking a person's three ribs at once. ”

Xiaohua thought the mermaid was bad.

But looking at this mermaid seems to like the host very much.

Most importantly, it's obvious that hosts treat this mermaid differently than others.

Blood and snow are mixed on the ground, and scales of fish stained with ink and green blood float on the surface.

This Donald is not only tough on his enemies, he's also pretty tough on himself.

Hana looked shaky when she stepped down.

He ripped off a huge scale on his wrist.

It just hurts to look at it.

Su Smoke touched the position of his heart with his meat palm. It hurt a little.

And at this point, the inky green blood happened to fall on the raindrop-shaped bracelet on her wrist.

A bright red light flashes away.

Su smoked his mouth and swallowed it.

“I don't hate you. ”

By the time it was said, the already weak mermaid had been held directly in his arms and rushed back.

As soon as he returned to the castle, he put him by the bed. Xiaohong cleverly rolled the medicine box to pick up Su Yan.

Su Yan found the hemostat and took Donald's injured arm to apply medicine to him.

But it seems... Donald didn't want to.

So the two of them got stuck.

Donald had a weak smile on his pale face.

“Don't say you don't hate me because you feel sorry for me. That would make me sad. ”

Su Yan is a little anxious. If he keeps flowing like this, will he die?

She licks her lips. She's serious.

“I don't hate you, let alone pity you. ”

By the time she did, she had applied the ointment to Donald's wrist.

He was hurt so badly, but Donald seemed in a good mood.

I squeezed my eyes and enjoyed it. I smiled softly.

“Will you still hold me like you used to? ”

“Yes."

“Will you still trust me? ”

“Yes."

“Will you take me out to see the snow again? ”

“Yes."

“Will we eat, dance, sleep together? ”

“Yes."

“Will you...”

Su Yan raised his head and looked at Donald.

“Nothing has changed before. ”

Donald looked a little happy shaking his tail.

Well, sure, his dumb lion is the best.

By the time Su Yan had bandaged Donald, Donald's hand had been injured and unharmed, like a big dumpling, a big white drum.

Donald skipped his fishtail, pale and weak, and looked miserable.

“Dirty. ”

Su Yan looked at him and took his breath seriously.

“Why leave the castle with a stranger? ”

Donald, keep your head down. Nah, nah.

He can't say he's out there killing people?

It's impossible for him to talk about this.

As he said, watching as he was weak, he finally picked him up and put him in the bathtub to wash.

At the time of washing, Donald's hands were exposed, like a big bun, except for the wrapped one, which was all soaked in the bathtub.

It's a mermaid, and there won't be drowning.