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

None of the thin ones found themselves.

Ever since Su Smoke left, he's been thinking about that woman.

Angry for a moment, angrier for a moment.

So cold and icy.

The doctor said he needed more rest.

But he lay there for three hours without closing his eyes.

Close your eyes and all look like that woman.

Damn it!

Su Yan took a taxi.

The look wasn't very ups and downs, just staring out the window.

Xiaohua, whisper your tits.

“Host, where are you going to sleep? ”

“Go home.”

“Which one? ”

“No. 8 Jinlin Road. ”

When Xiaohua listened to this address, she went back to the little villa where she was staying with Xiaohuan.

“Huh? Didn't the host say to go back to the apartment? ”

“I changed my mind. ”

Su smoked in a clear breath.

Xiaohua

“... a woman can change. ”

I couldn't help but ask what she remembered.

“Host, why do you say the person behind the light rain is Sandu? ”

“Hmm?”

“You ask the challenger who's behind the rain, and you say for sure, it's Sandy. ”

Su Yan gradually remembered.

It was before the restaurant thing.

“Guess. ”

Xiaohua

“ · · · · · · · ”

Excited flames are fading out.

Songdu, one of the nine great gods, is famous for being one person on every side and calling it the perfect substitute.

Ranked sixth among the nine gods.

How much does she look like?

It's like a perfectly replicated mirror.

The tone, the movement, the momentum, the smile, can all do almost 100 percent, no, it's over 100 percent.

The most ironic thing about antiquity is that fake is more authentic than real.

That phrase can be used to describe her.

Her greatest accomplishment was that she had become a wealthy generation who had been drowned by her parents. She stunned herself by playing strip dancing with dayflowers and wine. Three months later, she sent the parents' own children to jail. She inherited all the property of the parents, wasting every day.

When she became the god of God, the matter was told for a long time.

Hana couldn't help but ask.

“Host... are you likely to encounter it in the future? ”

“Maybe. ”

“Xiaohua has a problem. ”

“Ask."

“Tens of thousands of years before the host lived in the Lord God, are you not afraid of her pretending to be you as the Lord God's head? ”

Xiaohua is curious.

After all, Sandy says it has more than 100 percent imitation power.

What if the rest of the Lord God thinks that the Song Dynasty is the head of the Lord God, and the Host never loves to argue, isn't that the end?

Su Smoke lowered his head and looked at the wound on his hand, fading away.

“She can't beat me. ”

Xiaohua is silent.

No matter how it changes, it's the only power that can't change.

Surely its host is the strongest.

Compared to Sandy, it seems awkward to look at the ability to imitate the light rain.

When we talked together, we quickly returned home.

Back home, Su Smoke cooked some noodles.

This afternoon was supposed to be lunch with Takashi.

As a result, he had an accident and had not eaten himself. He went straight to the hospital.

Afterwards, he was exasperated by the flattery of his love and answer.

Angry, but hungry.

She put the painting on the table.

Sitting at the table eating noodles.

Later.

She picked up her phone and called Assistant Zhang.

He had a temper, and so did the accident.

Why did you hit the pier on the bridge?

The person most familiar with Thin Feng's daily routine is still to ask Zhang.