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

In my head, Little Flower's voice guides me.

“Host, these three switches, you choose the far right one. ”

Su Yanmei looked at the trail on the right and walked forward.

Finally, it circled and circled and appeared at the door of the treasure trove.

She not only lived in high spirits, but also loved collecting treasures of rarity,

Even built a big library to collect these treasures.

Su Yan had just come up with the idea of familiarizing himself with the environment. He asked Xiaohua casually. What is the best thing about this teachings?

Hana told her about the treasure trove.

Su Yan stood in front of the door.

Look at the three big, golden words on there.

It is said to be a plaque made of pure gold.

She walked to the door and stood in front of it for a while.

You know, Sue Smoke... doesn't have this original memory.

How does this treasure trove door open... how does she know?

It's just that the dimpled fingerprint that dropped its gaze on the door.

She reached out and put her hand over it.

Then, listening to the rumbling, the closed door actually opened.

Xiaohua is amazed

“Wow, the host is amazing! ”

Su Yan is used to sighing at Xiaohua from time to time.

Instead of responding, she continued to walk in.

Take two steps and pause.

When I turned around, I found everyone kneeling on their knees, five meters from this gate, with a face of sincerity and fear.

She didn't talk, she looked at the small metaphor in white standing in front of the crowd.

“You're not coming? ”

She leaves her face on and keeps herself serious at all times.

Listening to her words, everyone brushed their heads together. Su Smoke looked at Xiaoxiao or kneeling there and looked stunned.

She stopped talking and walked up to him.

Reach out and pull the man off the ground.

“You can't pretend you didn't hear me when I spoke later. ”

Word for word, she frowned and pulled his arm inside.

Phoenix looked at Su Yan and revealed a shallow smile, like a spring breeze.

“Yes, Bishop."

Well, it seems... that the bishop who changed his core doesn't quite understand the rules here.

This treasure trove is a secret place of its own.

She's a tremendous baby over here.

Even rarely bring so many people to the treasure palace.

Someone's been a little curious before, looking up at it.

As a result, he was found, his eyes were dug and his limbs were cut off and thrown off the mountain.

Afterwards, nobody dares to come any closer, especially when they are, it is all a long way apart, who dares to look up again??

And this time, Su Yan actually pulled him in.

Even in words... blame him for not following.

The bishop, who changed his core, seemed to prefer his appearance.

When I think about it, the metaphor has a shallow smile on its face.

Of course, our Archbishop Su Yan didn't know that his little boy, Pete, had already insight that she was not an original matter.

Seriously walked in with a face and a small metaphor.

The knife, the spear, the axe, the hook, the eye, the arsenal first.

Everything, Lynn.

There were even several artifacts inside. As soon as Su Smoke walked past, it resonated slightly with the sword.

And then we go inside, and there's another door, which is all kinds of Dan medicine, and the row is like a bookshelf, and I don't know how many rows there are, and I just look up, and I can't see the end of it.

Su Cigarette stomped.

Then he loosened his metaphorical hand. Just a word.

“See for yourself."

small metaphor nod

“Yes."