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

Su Smoke blinked and nodded.

“Okay, I'll help you. ”

After a pause, she said,

“I'll avenge you. What can you give me? ”

Voice confusion.

Qin Qingyue, gave Su Smoke a bang

“Young master, this is the only life I have left. For your sake, go to the soup and do whatever it takes. ”

Su Yan thought about it.

Actually, she wanted her life, as if it didn't work.

However, this is the only thing Qin Qingyue can give.

Half a noise, nod your head.

“Okay."

So, three or two sentences of conversation, agreement reached.

In the blink of an eye, the night comes.

A lively alley during the day is now cool.

There's nobody on the street.

Seems as quiet as every other night.

However, on the outskirts of the wild, there is a door decorated with a luxurious large house.

It's just that the house has been closed for years and no one seems to live there.

But in the evening, people are often seen coming in and out.

Most of the time, a group of men can be seen walking in with several unconscious women.

Or there was a desperate scream.

Today is a little different than usual.

Most of the men I see here occasionally are obscene.

Speaking with arrogance.

Today, closed doors open.

Several bodies crossed the door.

Dead faces are stabbed to death in the heart.

Blood spilled all over the door of the house.

It seems doomed that tonight is a sleepless night.

Walk down the road.

Every two or three steps a body dies.

The blood stretched, stretching all the way to the house.

Walking down to the hall, it turns out that there's a dark door that leads all the way underground.

There was also a man lying beside the dark door, with a sharp knife in his body, in pain of death.

Snooping inside, finally, hearing movement.

“Okay, good man, spare me! Good man, forgive me! ”

It's a man who's afraid to say goodbye.

Probably, knowing you can't beat each other, you can only throw away your weapon and sue, hoping to survive.

Just look a few meters in front of the man.

A tall, slim man wearing a white shirt stained with blood.

His face was white, his eyes were a little cold and indifferent, as if the scene had been seen in his eyes, as if nothing had entered his eyes.

He glanced at the dagger with the blade on his hand.

Throw it away.

Dang, fall to the ground and make a sound.

And behind the man, stands a pale woman.

The woman looked good. She reached out and handed a knife that was intact to the man in front.

Young Master.

The sound of the dumb shouted in a respectful manner.

That's right.

These are Su Yan and Qin Qingyue.

Su Smoke lowered his eyes and every move looked casual.

Take the dagger.

I don't even want to hear those people beg for forgiveness.

One at a time, all killed.

In hell, if the devil begs for forgiveness on his knees, it's not because he's guilty of doing too much dirty things himself.

Just give in to your power.

The devil is the devil. Let him go. He's still the devil.

So why do you need to hear the explanation?

It's just that until now, those people are afraid to resist.

It was all frightened by Su Yan's attitude of killing God and Buddha.

Su Smoke's knife stopped.

She blinked and looked around.

A fenced room with more than a dozen women in each fence.

They are either frightened or scared.

He was wearing a jade card and his shirt was untidy.