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

As the flower leaned, his leg turned into a snaketail.

The first thing is not the scepter.

Instead, he picked up the petrified cigarette and set it aside.

Then, his eyes darkened, and his body grew gloomy and angry from nowhere.

Swimming step by step toward the scepter.

He reached for the scepter.

Just listen to the scepter make a creepy voice that reveals the serpent's messenger.

Sasha's looks extraordinary in this totally dark sky.

Flowers lean out and hold.

He pulled down a cane that was about to fly over the sky.

And when he held the staff, for some reason it sounded slightly.

Like creating a resonance.

It seemed to wait a long time, finally waiting for its owner, in the hands of the flowers, to tremble slightly.

Followed by those pitch-black patterns on the scepter, trembling.

It started to spread down, like it was alive, onto the flowering arm.

Follow it until it reaches the position of his shoulder blade, and the pitch-black trace looks like a blooming thorn, glittering with gold.

branded on his skin.

So, the contract is generated.

The flowers leaned across the body, suspended in the middle of the air.

Look at the scepter in your hand and pick your eyebrows.

Close your eyes.

Half an hour later.

The smaller the scepter in his hand, the smaller it became until it disappeared into his hands.

The flowers opened their eyes.

Seems different than before.

The gloomy breath dissipated a little before.

Added a... a nice temptation?

He lifted his eyelids and smiled, still the same as before.

But it's tempting.

It's like being drawn, trying to crawl and kiss.

A glance made me feel like I was taking my soul.

He descended slowly from the air, and the people of Snakeman Village were still kneeling.

Even more pious than before.

Snake Village elders have humble voices. Respect.

“My lord, please accept your devout servant. ”

Attitude is completely different from what you were going to kill.

The flowers moved and the cuffs were sorted

“Collecting a bunch of junk as a servant? You think I'm free? ”

The voices fall and leave these more devout and even somewhat fearful villagers alone.

He stepped off the platform and came to the petrified Su smoke.

He stared at her all the time, and there was no sound.

Behind you, the elder hurried.

“My lord, this girl has a way of undoing it and returning to normal. ”

Flowers finally heard the phrase.

Lazy voice.

“Tell me."

Follow me closely, Zhao Lao Lao Dao

“Behind our village is a holy river.

Just soak the girl in the water and the girl will soon recover. ”

Hana listened, took a look at the elder, and then looked at Su Cigarette.

Smiled.

Half a buzz later.

“Lead the way."

“Yes."

The elders stood up on their faces.

Su Yan lifted the stone man.

Follow that elder deep into the village.

Until he walked in and found no holes in it.

Ancient trees hovered and a clear river trickled down.

Green and lush.

The elder pointed to the distance,

“Here it is. ”

As he spoke, there was a villager behind him with a white cloth in his hand.

Come here.

Elder, take this. Keep your head down.

“Petrochemical only needs to be unraveled within an hour, it will be fine, just the clothes worn by the girl will also melt away. ”

The flower leaned his hand and held the white cloth.