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

So quickly he retreated, pointing his toes across the lake, leaving a message as he walked away.

“Think about it. ”

After that, I left.

Su Smoke pinched the invitation, looked at it a few times, and threw it aside.

At this time, Phoenix appeared on a leaf canoe carrying a food box.

Su Smoke looked on the side.

Phoenix walks over and puts the box on the wooden table next to it.

Light lane

“The bishop seemed to have a good relationship with the junkies. ”

Su Yan thought about it for a while.

“It's okay. ”

Phoenix lifted the hand of the food box, his eyebrows drooped down and his voice was slightly lighter than it had just been.

“The drug dealer never likes me. If he says a small metaphor in front of the bishop, can the bishop believe it? ”

Su Yan raised his head,

“Like what? ”

“He once said that the metaphor was nothing more than a piece of crap spoiled by the bishop by his peel..."

As she spoke, Phoenix suddenly stopped the motion in her hand, staring at Su Smoke and slowing down her voice.

“If the little metaphor destroys this skin, can the bishop still like me? ”

Su Yan nodded seriously.

Mm-hmm.

He lowered his eyebrows.

“Don't lie to me. You've known the drug lord for so long. He must know you. Perhaps the bishop just likes this face... ”

Well, the man is not confident and thinks he only likes his leather bags, how do we solve this? Wait online, in a hurry ~

Su Smoke listened to him, reached out and pulled his sleeve.

“I'm not familiar with him, I've only met him a few times, and naturally he doesn't know me, you just need to listen to what I say, don't worry about what he says. ”

Between the three words, the relationship between the archbishop and the drug lord went from okay to unfamiliar strangers.

Phoenix finally had a shallow smile on her face, and then came forward and hugged Su Cigarette

“I follow the words of the Bishop. ”

While they were talking, he looked at the invitation placed on the table.

The black-and-white text, the contents of which are also hidden through the raised corner, can be seen.

He reached out, grabbed the post, looked at it, made a noise.

“Bishop, can you go? ”

Su Cigarette nodded

“Go."

He didn't say anything. He just put the invitation aside, opened the box, and waited for Su Smoke to eat.

Phoenix won't make a sound until it's full.

“Bishop, the metaphor is closing. ”

Su Smoke's side, looking at him, half a noise

“How long? ”

He shook his head.

“Don't know."

Who can be clear about practicing breaking through bottlenecks?

A day or two breakthrough, Xingxu.

Seven or eight days, maybe.

A dozen days, too.

Seven or eight months, regular.

Advanced cultivation is in itself a matter of time and space.

Su Smoke nodded

“Okay."

She simply responded and stopped asking.

Looking back at Phoenix, looking at Su Yan, he simply allowed him to go. He felt a little twisted in his heart.

He leaned over, kissed her cheek, slightly grumbled.

“Will the bishop like other men because the metaphor is not around? ”

Su Yan was stunned.

“No.”

“The metaphor will return as soon as possible. ”

“Your repairs will be peaceful and steady, and you will not be in a hurry. ”

Phoenix, listen. Eyebrows up. Smiles in your eyes.

“Well, the metaphor remembers. ”

I had no idea that one day I would be taught to be peaceful and steady by a magic trick.

Then, in this windy and sunny afternoon, the phoenix departed.

Su Yan himself occasionally wandered around.

And Little Red and Little Bug, the other day, finally refined those two magic stones.

It's just... I don't know why, since refining and chemistry has completely owned those two magic stones, they're both extraordinary.

It's like I haven't slept in 800 years.

So they both went back to sleep in space.