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

The next day, when they were going to clear the wind.

Su Yan lay in the arms of his male spouse.

Wrapped in a cape, he was hugged out and sat on a flying cloud.

Cloudbirds are a quick warcraft.

Thousands of miles a day.

From Demon Teaching to Windy Ridge, if you're riding a sweaty BMW, it takes about three days, day and night.

But cloudbirds arrive day and night.

On this trip, the bishop did not bring anyone but a small metaphor.

And watching the Bishop like her male favorite head, the kung fu will stick for a while.

Tsk, it turns out that the patriarch's male pet is not affordable to ordinary people.

Su Smoke fell in the arms of the metaphor. He moved restlessly and revealed a half-cut arm.

The metaphor glanced and looked at the dozens of subordinates and servants standing around him. He reached out and stuffed the exposed arm back.

People look at their bishops like this.

Were you tired last night?

After all, it's a first taste of lust, and it's normal that this one can't hold.

Occasionally, he looked down at the metaphor and said a few words to the bishop, who whispered and sounded impatient.

Look at this guy again.

His strength was so good, he was squeezed dry by the bishop all night, and the bishop was powerless, he could still be comfortable.

The servants thought differently until the birds roared and took off.

Think of the direction of Fresh Wind Ridge.

About two hours later.

Originally poured in Phoenix's arms, Su Yan slowly woke up and revealed his head.

Seeing them riding cloudbirds in the middle of the air, looking down.

I think it's novel.

Phoenix held her steadily. Look at her. Soft voice.

“Bishop, do you like flying clouds? ”

Su Cigarette nodded indiscriminately.

It seems strange to see her spirited again.

According to the logic, Su Smoke is a magic trick, and it should be strong.

Why did you only toss with this one night, and then get stuck like this. You just fell asleep for so long, it seemed like you got a little spiritual.

He reached out, pulled the cape for her, made a noise.

“The Bishop worked hard last night. ”

When he mentioned last night, Su Yan was stunned, and then all his attention was focused on Xiaoxiao.

She turned serious and stared at him without blinking.

Phoenix looked at her moisturizing eyes, not killing her at all.

He expressed doubts.

“Bishop? Last night, Xiaoxiao was uncomfortable? ”

Su Yan just started a fight. He swallowed some.

“It's good. ”

“Does the Bishop like it? ”

“Fine."

“Small metaphors work hard and serve the bishop. It is the blessing of small metaphors. ”

Su Yan thought about last night's posture. She doubted it. She made a noise.

“I gave you seven booklets. How many have you seen? ”

“Two volumes. ”

That's it. Phoenix's all over, Dao.

“The bishop is assured that the metaphor will be well studied. ”

Su Yan shook his head

“You don't have to read it. When you get back to the church, burn it."

Phoenix whispered her lips, but her voice was confused.

“Why? Is the Bishop too slow to abandon metaphor? ”

Su smoked her mouth, and she looked up at her male spouse.

As a matter of fact... he's one of her people.

Cover him with what he deserves.

But this is a little too tiring.

But listen to his sincere and frightening tone...

Eventually, she swallowed the path with a face on her face.

“Not only to learn, but also to review. As for the new content, there is no rush. ”