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

It shows black lettering and a road map.

Xiaohua made a noise

“Wow, host, this is the map! ”

Xiaohua couldn't help but admire.

Her host is amazing.

I can find out the secrets of the map by kissing her little man.

You know, in the book "The Cultivator," the bishop was born for months to figure out the map, and he didn't find a way to solve it.

Su Yan took a closer look at the map.

And look at one of the addresses on it.

“Where's Fresh Wind Ridge? ”

She asked, looking up at the metaphor.

Metaphor thought about it for a while.

Qingfeng Ridge is the junction of magic repair and cleaning, where fish dragons mix.

Su Smoke nodded.

“Okay, we'll be there tomorrow. ”

Metaphor, listen to me.

“Okay, Bishop, this is...”

He asked casually.

Su Yan glanced at him and threw the map at him.

“The Swordsman's Crown Tomb, I hear there's something good in it. ”

Phoenix's eyes glistened.

She told him everything?

He reached for her.

As for her, she was just a male pet, so she didn't ask him anything, she told him anything.

Even if she is a usurper, don't trust people's reason, you should understand.

No, it should be very understandable.

He held her and tried to ignore the slight tremor in his heart.

Ultimately, half-sound, still loud.

“Bishop, you don't have to talk to the metaphor about something so important. ”

When Su Yan listened, he had a face on his face.

“Speak up. Where did you get all that talk? ”

It's just that, in the eyes of the metaphor, the deterrent is not enough.

Especially after the kiss, the redness on his face hasn't faded.

Always looking, feeling tempted.

He looked at Su Smoke, his hands crossed her waist, his throat rolled up and down.

“Bishop, the seven booklets you gave the metaphor, the metaphor studied some. ”

“Hmm?”

Su Yan hasn't reacted yet.

Just listen to the metaphor and follow the path.

“The Archbishop is tired of practicing martial arts. This time, let Xiaoxiao wait for you? ”

When Su Yanchang listened, he thought... it made sense.

Then he nodded and put his face down.

Mm-hmm.

The next second she was supposed to get down, she was picked up and taken to bed.

Phoenix sounds dull.

“The bishop was assured that the phoenix would solve the problem and serve the good bishop. ”

Then she was thrown into bed.

The shirt faded and the red tent warmed.

When the two of them met honestly, Su Yan suddenly realized that this was the way to serve them.

And I remembered, oh, yeah, the seven books I gave him myself, were seven little yellow booklets.

It's just some, it's too late.

In being pulled, in various shameful positions, so that, even unlocked a lot, Su Smoke never saw the position.

Finally, after a fierce tight fit, accompanied by a groan.

The sun is rising outside.

The house finally stopped.

And the maids and subordinates outside are very happy.

Well, based on past experience, after every little metaphorical man has spoiled the bishop.

The bishop relies heavily on small metaphorical male pets for some time.

That would greatly reduce their chances of being in danger.

At the same time, although the metaphor is pure.

As a matter of fact, there is no difference between cleaning and magic repair.

But his place in the hearts and minds of the people of the Shaitan was a slow ascent.

This is the legendary wife.

Those who can make the bishop so cruel are so clearly arranged.

It's amazing.