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

The moment the dagger was pulled out, the blood suddenly bled out.

Su Smoke gently rubbed her lip corner.

Look up at Yu Wenxu and make a sound.

“I just told you, you don't have to save me. ”

Yu Wenxu's face has become white.

Though not lethal, the wound continues to bleed, and if the wound goes on like this, it will happen sooner or later.

She looked up and looked at the little eunuch behind Yu Wenxu. Seriously.

“Call the royal doctor. ”

“Yes, yes."

After being stunned, the young eunuch hurried back to the gods and went to the royal doctor.

Behind him, Liang Yue fell to the ground, hurting to gasp with a big mouth, while incredible.

“You're not dead? Impossible, impossible! ”

A bright red shirt, supposed to be noble and overbearing.

Nowadays, there is nothing left but lukewarm and prolonged asthma.

In one pair of eyes, all hatred for Su Cigarette.

Yu Wenxu's dark eyes swept across Liang Yue.

Apathetic voice

“Archery. ”

The voices go down, the noises go down, the voices go down.

Then, the dozens of people who were still standing were all shot through by long bows and arrows.

Life that was just alive is now a corpse.

The intense bloody smell is all over the place.

Blood flows down the steps.

until it flowed to the foot of Su Smoke.

She covered Yu Wenxu's wound with a clean white cloth.

Except for the moment when Yu Wenxu was waving his sword, there was a slight change in color.

Now he's back to normal, just carefully covering his wounds.

There's nothing ups and downs in the expression on your face.

Yu Wenxu was pale and coughed a few times.

Pulled into the wound, paler.

Su Yan wants to push him out of here and go back to the Imperial Palace.

But the hand hasn't waited to leave his wound.

And he held me back.

Long fingers were white, as you can see he was pushing hard.

Su Yan glanced at him and looked at his dark eyes.

Very serious.

“You ask, I'll say. But you pull so hard, you just pull the wound, you make the blood flow faster. ”

As he said, he intended to pull his hand away.

But this man, like the tip of a horn, refused to let go.

She gave up pulling his hand.

Bent over and watched as he covered his wound, waiting quietly for him to speak.

And the wound on her neck, still untreated, was still penetrating through the wound, winding down.

A long time later, Yu Wenxu's weak, dull voice was heard.

“Who are you. ”

“Su Yan”

She answered very calmly.

Naturally, he understands why.

She has memories.

She was no longer just the one he had raised with his own hands, and day after day he was stuck crying and screaming all he knew was what to eat.

She is Su Yan, the head of the nine gods.

After tens of thousands of years of experience, he has seen the darkest evil, and now he is the one who is looking for his Lord God fragments.

It's the same person.

But there was no way to make him cry because of the pain in the neck.

The one that needs to be fooled is a blank piece of paper.

But she, it's Su Yan.

To her, it was nothing.

Reach out and remove the blood that runs down your neck.

His dark eyes were sharp, as if to pierce her through.

Su Yan looked at him and was under his scrutiny. There was no panic.

Then slow down.

“I'm a beast, because of what I've been through, I have some memories. ”

There's no way to talk to him about his own business.

The only way to explain this sudden change is with Tao's memories.