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

Fifteen days go by quickly.

Originally, Su Smoke thought the breezy ridge was good.

Good food and views.

But as soon as her man left, he fell silent.

She watched the dusk of the road in silence.

She bowed her head and looked at her white hands. The raindrop-shaped crystal bracelet on her wrist was hidden.

Reach out and touch gently.

Raindrop-shaped crystals, shaking constantly.

Until she asked.

“Xiaohua”

“Host! ”

“Today is the day it was written on the invitation, isn't it? ”

“Yes, host! ”

All the people who have been renovated have poured into the Valley of Guanning.

And this, the rumors are boiling, the whole fairy world knows. Ching Yushan declared war on the monastic bishop.

The people in the cultivation are also present.

The biggest gatekeeper in the renovation, against the monastic bishop, such a big event.

Why don't you have a look?

So much so that it was a massive clean-up crusade against Su Smoke.

They intend to use this opportunity to completely kill Su Yan in Guanning Valley.

This is getting bigger and bigger, cleaner and more magic tricks are coming.

This is like fixing a big, rare party.

The people of the Demonic Church also came from the north, the south and the heavens. They were bullied to the head, and they dared to crusade against their gods.

Who are they?

Guanning Valley, the crowd surrounded, one round table steadily floating in the middle of the sky.

Su Smoke was wearing a big red shirt and appeared in a place that was surrounded by people.

As soon as she arrived, the demons had knelt down.

“Welcome the Bishop. ”

Originally brutal, but powerful there.

The name of her bishop is affordable.

Su Smoke stepped into position and sat down.

As soon as she shows up, it's the focus.

Refreshing people are disdainful, indignant.

Magic Fiction's fanaticism, admiration.

She didn't talk, just looked up at the sky.

It's a bad day.

Clouds cloud cover, looks like it's going to rain.

She twisted her fingers gently.

Never spoke.

In my mind, Xiaohua scrupulously looked at the description of this paragraph in "Xiu Xian".

After all, in the novel, Su Smoke today is miserable.

Destroyed his body and destroyed Dantian, leaving only a breath, falling from heaven into mud.

But she is a monastic bishop, and she can run even if she can't fight.

How can that be?

How could it be so bad?

The more I think about it, the less I can think about it.

Finally, while it was going through, I stumbled upon a memory of who I was.

It makes a noise.

“Host! He was poisoned by alcohol in this war! ”

Su Yan was picking up the glass and stopped.

She glanced at the glass in her hand.

Half a buzz later, reply.

“This glass of wine, no poison. ”

Xiaohua said for sure

“The host, who was in the book, had only had one drink today, and had nothing else to eat.

But during the Great War, she couldn't muster her strength, and she was in pain, like a worm eating bones.

The pain was just for a while, and it ended for a while, but the master overdid the trick, and just in the meantime, especially the man named Phoenix also appeared, causing the original situation to be miserable. ”

Su Yan squeezed the cup and listened to it as if the worms were eating bones.

Half a buzz, her fingers moved.

Then, a black dot appeared in her palm, the king of the magic.

And the king lay in her hand,

“Huh? Huh? ”

What's wrong?