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

“So, I'm possessed with this body, and in exchange, on what terms do I have to agree to her? ”

“Of your many male pets, one is called a metaphor, Double Fix! A reminder that you need to complete this great task within a week. ”

Su Smoke is gone.

“A metaphor? ”

“Oops, host, coincidentally, this little metaphor is the male lord you are going to attack this time ~ ~”

Little Flower looks like a big fuss.

After a long silence, Su Yan suddenly made a noise

“Do I have a lot of male pets? ”

“According to statistics, you scratched 103 male pets this year. This metaphor is one of them. ”

“This year? Was there anything else?”

“Yes, in the last three years, 408 male pets were scratched, but half of them were dead. The other half was crippled, so I let it go. ”

Su Yan reached out and touched himself, whispering

“That's a pretty good body. ”

“Host, please don't twist, this body is still a body. ”

“Hmm?”

“Original brutality, so-called cruelty, means... torture with all kinds of punishment. ”

Su Yan is silent again.

“O”

When she got the message, she got out of bed.

He looked down at his clothes.

If hidden, big red clothes with arrogance and charm.

It's just... I can't hang it on my shoulder.

She reached out and pulled the red gauze that had fallen again over her shoulder.

Looking left and right, all the girls looked down, fearful and afraid to look up.

“Somebody!"

She made a noise.

As soon as the words fell, one of the maids fell on her knees.

“Bishop, what can I do for you? ”

“Um... bring that little metaphorical male pet. ”

“Yes."

Su Yan spoke softly and glutinously, without that powerful killer.

But the girl was still fearful and hurried to the outside.

The maid had just left and Su Smoke's stomach grunted.

Hungry.

And then she pointed to another chick.

“You go get me something to eat. ”

Congratulations, my lady.

“Yes!”

After that, the chick retreated.

Not long after Kung Fu, the maiden walked in with her head down.

Behind her, followed by a man in white.

Looking up, the temperament is dusty, wearing the elegance of one's body, at a glance, gives people a sense of peace.

Su Yan's gaze suddenly flashed and his eyes glanced at him again.

The man raised his head, looked handsome, looked at it, like an ink painting, makes people feel refreshed.

Su Yan lifted his hand and touched his heart. Well, it was dancing faster and faster.

At this time, Xiaohua made a noise

“Ding-dong, male lead, metaphor. Poor people, no father, no mother, low power to clean up, accidentally seen by the demon head, abducted back into the teachings of the demon. ”

She knelt on one knee, respectfully.

“Bishop, the man you want, bring it. ”

Su Yan's eyes stared at him so hard that he could almost stick his eyes on him.

Then make a sound.

“What's your name? ”

Ignore what Xiaohua just said.

The man raised his head and looked at Su Yan.

“Metaphor."

Su Yan thought about it.

“Fish?”

“Metaphor”

Then, listening to his name, Su Yan remembered a name from a distant memory. She looked at the person standing in the distance, coinciding with the memory of a good 7-8 year old child.

She whispered something, but the voice was very light and only she could hear herself.