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

But then he looked at the painting, and he talked a few words, and he stuck his hand.

“The Bishop's been looking for this? ”

Su Cigarette nodded

“This will be useful. ”

Think about it, don't worry about it at this time.

Reach out and hand over all six of the remaining copies to the metaphor.

“Come on, let's go. ”

Small metaphors hold the seven Spring Palace images in complex colors.

The usurper is still a slutty man.

Just turned to smile, um, funny.

Go back the way you came.

When Xiaohong was seen still behaving wilderly, he shook his tail and bit around.

It devoured most of the dandrug in this house.

Su Yan looked at the quiet metaphor that followed out behind him and looked at the little red tooth dancing claws.

I paused. I took it seriously.

“You go out first."

small metaphor nod

“Yes, Bishop. ”

Grabbing these seven little yellow books and walking out.

When Xiaoxiao completely left Su Yan's sight, Su Yan waved.

“Red, let's go. ”

Little Red over there, snap.

Bitten the last Dan medicine box.

Then he slowly swallowed and slipped in front of Su Yan.

Su Yan looked at it as if it didn't end. He shouted.

“You like this? ”

“Hiss, hiss, hiss."

Little Red threw up a red snake messenger and shook his head.

It's okay.

Su Yan tangle

“I'll bring you here next time. These are all yours. I'm leaving now. ”

Xiaohong listened and saw that half of Dan's pharmacy had been destroyed by himself. He was relieved.

Well, these, they're all it.

Then, Su Yan raised his hand and retrieved Xiaohong into the space.

Then, step outside.

Go outside and hear someone talking in secret.

“Unexpectedly, the demon had a good eye, and the one she was looking for was the spoil of some fine flesh. ”

Looking up, he saw a dressed flower branch stretching out a dry, thin hand, wearing a floral hammer like a woman.

He touched the cheeks of the metaphors.

Phoenix lowered his head, motionless.

The man had a heavy hand and suddenly strangled Phoenix's jaw.

Coincidentally, the man looked at the metaphor like a piece of wood and seemed to like it even more.

Take it back. The tone is quite satisfying.

“Later, you follow me. ”

If the voice goes down, listen to the low voice of Phoenix.

“A metaphor is a man of the Bishop. ”

Listen, that man, he snorts.

“The one I want, she won't give it to? Besides, you are no different from other male pets in her eyes, do you really think he will look at you differently because of your perseverance?? ”

Who is the Godfather of Satanism?

Cruel brutality.

The drug dealer doesn't believe that someone would really get kicked in the head by a donkey and have a deep cruelty to that abusive person.

At best, there was another attempt on the monastic bishop.

The junkie looked at the metaphor and the rare pet matched his usual taste.

So reluctant to let go, he reached out and pinched the metaphor and lifted his chin.

“Follow me, or die, and you pick one. ”

Small metaphors, no waves of eyes.

“Death."

The junkie probably didn't realize it was just a little boy pet who dared to disobey his words.

When he shook his hand hard, he shook it hard on Phoenix's face.

The slap contained internal strength, and the phoenix flew out and fell to the ground.

White face

“Cough!”

A bite of blood coughed up.

The drug offender was angry and accustomed to being obeyed for many years. Suddenly, he came out of disobedience and felt very obstructed.