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

Phoenix walked to Su Yan with a shallow smile on his face.

“Your Eminence."

Su Smoke bit the apple and still hasn't spoken.

Phoenix has put a long shirt on Su Smoke's body.

He dragged the corner of his long shirt and covered it.

Even covered her arm with a small bare bare spot.

After that, neither of them spoke.

Phoenix stood beside her and occasionally watched Su Cigarette finish the apple, pulling the other fruits closer for her.

Until the sun sets, the sky hangs in the evening.

A damsel trembled and walked to Su Yan's side, kneeling down.

“Archbishop, we've collected all the parchment you need. ”

Su Smoke's eyes lit up after listening.

“Go get a fire, burn it all. ”

The maiden was stunned, but she didn't dare ask. She was just in a hurry.

“It's the Bishop. ”

Su Yan thought about it, Dao

“Come here and burn, watch under my eyes. ”

“Yes."

Soon after, the maid followed a dozen maidens with a pot of parchment rolls in her hand.

Walked into an open space not far from the gazebo.

Then, the fire rises, the oil is poured, and the fire is on fire.

A pot of parchment rolls and they all go in.

It smells bad and stinks.

She flanked her head and the metaphor behind her reached out and covered her nose and mouth.

A cold, elegant scent that instantly masks the stinging scent.

She looked up to see the metaphor.

At this time, the metaphor looks down and leans over and asks

“Could the bishop have some more fruit? ”

Su Yan looked at him and nodded silently.

After half a beep, Su Smoke has already eaten this is the fourth apple.

But finally, the parchment was almost burnt.

Follow her.

“Put out the fire and see what's left. ”

Followed by a dozen subordinates carrying a barrel of water to extinguish the fire.

After a cup of tea.

One of the men walked forward with a tray and knelt on the floor.

“Bishop, those parchment rolls have been burned to ashes, the only parchment that seems... not afraid of fire. ”

The next metaphor walked to the subordinate and took the tray along with the parchment paper to Su Yan's side.

He screamed softly.

“Bishop."

Su Yan reached out and held the parchment in his hand.

There's nothing up there.

She flipped over and over.

If it wasn't an accident, this should be the Swordsman's Crown Tomb Map.

After all, Xiaohua said before that the map knife and gun were burning intact.

But how?

She took it in her hand and looked at it for a while.

Nor have they been studied.

As soon as she silenced herself, the surrounding atmosphere became cold.

The subordinate on his knees, his legs were trembling, and the whole person, rather than kneeling on the ground, was almost paralyzed.

A white face, presumably thought his bishop was angry, his life was almost over.

Phoenix forward, smile lightly

“Bishop, it's dark. ”

When Su Yan heard the sound, he raised his head from the sheepskin map.

Follow me and listen to Phoenix.

“Is the Bishop hungry? ”

“Hmm?”

“The metaphor has ordered you to prepare an evening meal, which you love, and a fried crane to give you a taste. ”

Su Yan heard the words "Crane" and blinked.

“Crane meat? ”

“Right.”

The next second, Su Yan threw the parchment roll into Phoenix's hand.

Stand up. You look serious.

“Let's go and eat. ”

Phoenix suppresses the smile of her lips, nods her head

“Yes, Bishop. ”