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

Donald is too weak.

Weak enough to blow the wind, to fall.

If someone comes for revenge this time, someone will kill him for a minute.

Donald nodded and thanked.

After a while, I changed my clothes.

The clothes on Donald fit exactly.

Like a noble prince, with elegance and nobility from the bones.

The wizard's face gradually turns positive.

“From now on, you are no longer a mermaid, and we have nothing more to do with it. All I can do is get here. Now, go, find your true love,”

For her sake, she gave up her armor and was willing to approach it naked.

Donald turned around and walked to the glorious palace.

What did the wizard suddenly think of?

“Twenty-four hours is almost here, and the bell rings at midnight, and if you don't get her one word of love forever, you'll die! ”

So, what time is it?

11: 40 p.m.

The witch's face changed.

And Donald has gradually disappeared into the night.

Donald walked slowly until, stopping.

Hands on a tree, weak face, sweat dripping down.

Every step, like walking on the tip of a knife, how does that feel?

It hurts to the core.

Every minute he walks, he rests to make sure he doesn't pass out.

The closer you get to the castle, you'll be able to hear the laughter and song dancing inside.

When Donald stepped into the castle.

He stood at the door.

Fine pale face, dark eyes, looking out onto the dance floor.

Almost at a glance, I saw Sue smoke dancing with Barris.

She was dressed beautifully and she was always so beautiful.

Anything you do, it's serious.

The steps are no longer as clumsy as they were before, and it looks like they have more than a swimming edge.

Donald tightened his hand and let go.

He held the ancient gates and the shallow smile on his face gradually disappeared.

She seems, very happy.

And just became a human being, a selfless person, standing here, like an outsider.

How long will she love me?

If she's going to fall in love with someone else, it's better not to get it from the beginning.

Donald endured the agony of falling scales and now hesitates.

The old clock, the pointer is pointing to the twelve.

His time is almost over.

Open your mouth and be silent.

Bean-sized sweat drops wet all over his face, fingers clamping the door handle, hard enough to turn white.

The girl he loved, she was admired, she stood on the dance floor glittering.

Boom.

The twelve o'clock rang.

Donald looked at Su Smoky's madness.

Black eyes, just her.

When Su Yan heard the bell, he knew it was twelve o'clock. He couldn't help but glance at the door.

All of a sudden, a man in a light silver suit with dark hair and sophisticated black eyes was seen at the door.

It is clear that the man is not a mermaid because he has two legs.

But Su Smoke, at first glance, knew that it was Donald.

Because only Donald would look at her that way.

When she stopped, she reached out and pushed Barris towards the door.

Boom.

Twelve o'clock bell, second sound.

Donald could feel something spreading out of his heart, countless ink-green lines spreading almost quickly, climbing up his neck.

He knew that Su Yan had seen him and recognized him.

His girl, running towards him.

Just...

There are too many people on that dance floor.