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

He answered.

“Yes.”

Then he said another word.

“The benefactor knows about Snake Village? ”

Su Cigarette nodded

“You can see Snakeman Village all the way west. ”

She gave him the words from "The Demon King Coming".

Flowers bowed their heads and looked at her as if she had not spoken.

Dark eyes looked at her like they were trying to see through her.

Su Smoke winks

“What's the matter? ”

Floral lip glow

“The benefactor is beautiful. ”

Su Yan, listen, after a while, he nodded.

“I know I look good. ”

Her frank appearance made the flowers lean and laugh.

Flowers stopped talking and continued to hold Su Smoke.

The word just said by his benefactor was a reminder to him in the book.

The world knows that Snakeman Village lives where the sun sets.

But no one knows how to get into Snakeman's Village.

He used to go through books in the days he lived here.

No book has ever mentioned how to enter Snakeman Village.

But she knew.

When she spoke, she was not hesitant, but rather certain.

Looks like his benefactor knows a lot of things.

Think of it that way, gradually westward.

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How do you get into Snakeman Village?

Chasing the sunset, heading west, thinking about going to Snake Man Village.

Keep walking. Snake Village appears when the sun sets.

Very subtle.

But that's how it was described in The Demon King Coming.

They were pitied by God... presumably in connection with that sacred instrument.

Just as the flowers hugged Su Smoke and slowly headed west.

Far away, he walked step by step barefoot, shaking a bowl with one hand and a wand with one hand.

Ding Ling Ding Ling, the wand shakes and makes a sound.

In this western sandy, grassy place.

The emergence of a monk is surprising.

The monk came towards them both.

The monk's eyes, always looking at the flowers.

Until the two of them are one step away.

Stop.

The flowers laughed slowly.

“Monk, out of the way. ”

The monk seemed intentionally blocked in front of the flowers.

Because if they follow the same route, they'll be far apart and won't crash.

The monk looked at the flowers a little shaky.

After a long time, close your eyes.

“Amitabha Buddha, the host, turns back to shore. ”

Flowers smile lightly, eyebrows drop.

“Where's the shore? Why should I look back? ”

His voice was lazy and he seemed careless compared to the monk's solemn voice.

The monk shook his head and still read Amitabha.

“Master, you are so obsessed, you are insane. If you go alone again, something may happen. ”

Su Yan couldn't help but look at this monk.

Nice eye.

Flowers noticed the action of Su Smoke.

He lifted his eyelids, and his eyes were shadowed against the monks.

“What are you talking about? How can you not understand? ”

Flowers don't bother me at all, I just find this monk nagging annoying.

The monk is still nagging.

“If the benefactor is still obsessed, he may be charred with spirits. Please also think for the sake of the world's people. ”

The flowers laughed.

“Shut up and pull your tongue out. ”

The gloomy air from his body dissipated.

One for darkness and one for sanctity of light.

By contrast, the monk is weaker.

Su Yan looked at it and thought about it. He didn't interfere.

The sound of a little flower in my head.

“Ding-dong, trigger a randomness copy, this master will play a great role in saving the world in the future, ask the host to protect our people. ”