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

His phoenix, repaired by purification, sounded good to call it lucidity.

The worst part of it is indifference and selfishness.

His master said that he was a genius rarely known for centuries or even a thousand years.

Because he has never had a demon since practice.

For others, there is always a cant pass in the secular world, there is always a red dust of thought, and if there is a connection, there must be a demon of heart.

But he didn't, he didn't have a connection, he didn't have a heart, he didn't have fanatical love.

His heart, it seems, is dead.

People dying for those red dust things fell into his eyes, just smiling and not necessarily getting an emotion.

Master said that he was lucky to have entered the door of purification. If he had gone through the magic repair, it would have been a major disaster in the world.

His response to this was also faint.

Buddha said mercy, he didn't.

Demons want to kill hearts, and neither does he.

He's like a piece of ice, and let the tens of millions of people die under his eyes, and he's afraid there won't be any fluctuations.

But now, this heart, it's fluctuating.

It was just that I thought this changed the core of the monastic bishop, which meant something, so I was going to save it for another look.

I didn't expect to see it, but I put myself in love with it.

I watched her get hit by that double-headed snake with my own eyes, and I listened to her weakness in front of me, and my heart was as if it had been caught.

Gently dragged by one hand, pulled and let go, all by themselves.

He laughed.

Laughing a little helpless.

But the movement on his hands was quick. He hugged Su Cigarette and the two bodies fell apart.

Followed by a wave of light blue energy around you.

And it fell on the ground like a corpse of water, and the ice blade actually reacted, resonating slightly, vibrating, and the next second it flew into the hands of Phoenix.

He glanced.

Looking at the biceps dancing wildly there, the next moment he raised his hand and the water blade quickly flew out, inserting the biceps seven inches directly.

It was instantly cut in half.

The double-headed snake was wiped out at once.

Su Yan was held tight by him.

There's a sound in my head.

“Ding-dong, congratulations to the host for lighting the second golden star. ”

Su Yan looked up.

It just so happens that I saw the water blade fly back into the hands of Phoenix with visible pleasure.

Boom.

Two-headed snake down.

There's blood all over the place.

Su Yan looked at the snake and looked at the metaphor again.

Phoenix thought she was going to ask herself to fix things that suddenly got taller.

Then I heard her say something.

“This water blade seems to be listening to your call. Here you go.”

Phoenix handed the water blade to Su Yan and shook his head.

“It is the painstaking work of the bishop. How can you give a metaphor if you turn your hand? ”

Su Smoke glanced at him. He deserved it.

“The sword is mine, and so are you. ”

For you, it doesn't make any difference.

Phoenix froze and smiled shallow in her arms.

“The Bishop said that the metaphor belonged to the Bishop. ”

The phrase behind Su Smoke makes Phoenix happy.

The smile on that lip can't hold it down.

And Red, who was frightened, listened to the commander of the magician and ran to the dead double-headed snake.

“Psst! Psst! ”

Nerds, eat its guts and rip their heads off.

Xiaohong hesitated at the body.

Eat a lot of meat, but... eat your kind...

Xiao Hong threw up a snake and hesitated.

The king thinks it's stupid. He doesn't know how to do it. He's getting angry.

“Psst!! ”

Open your mouth! Your teeth are white?