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

Flowers forced her to look up at herself.

His lips were getting deeper and deeper, and his eyes were getting creepy.

“Say it again? Separate ways? ”

Su Yan Lip,

“You can't be so unreasonable. ”

After half a day of anger, she only said one harsh word that was not harsh.

Flowers looked at her and held her in her arms, little by little.

“I don't make sense? I think it makes too much sense to you. ”

Su Yan's lips are getting tighter.

She can't earn without repairs.

Now she's a piece of meat.

Flowers on her head. Stick to her ears.

“Tell me one more time and I'll let you know what the pain is. ”

Su Smoke kept his head down and never spoke.

He took off his robe, wrapped it up, and covered it with nothing.

Pick people up and go back the same way.

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For the next three days, they all lived in villages.

It's just the atmosphere between the two of us, but it's a little different.

They can also talk and communicate, but the atmosphere is completely different.

Su Smoke lowered his head and ate in silence.

She eats very routinely, holding the bowl with one hand and eating with chopsticks.

Flowers are not here, she is alone.

Soon, the door of the house will ring.

“Miss Su Cigarette. ”

It's the voice of Saint Soul.

Su Yan stood up and walked over to open the door.

Saint Jules shows a good smile.

“Miss Su Yan, you're eating. ”

Su Smoke nodded.

Just listen to her.

“Master Hana is eating with the elders. He wants to ask you how you're doing. ”

Su Yan thought about it.

Nod.

“Okay."

Stunning for a moment, he nodded with a smile.

The two of them went outside.

Just listen, St. Judo.

“Thought you weren't going to eat. Looks like you really love flowers, my lord. ”

Su Yan, listen.

“It's okay. ”

Sang-soo was so phrased that he didn't know what to say.

Go that way until the center is empty.

There's a laugh coming from over there.

It turns out that there are not just elders.

The people in the village who can talk are there.

Kind of a small party.

Flowers sit first.

Someone played an instrument, and the girls were dancing in beautiful clothes.

Saint Soul is the Virgin.

Even now the flowers have become their kings.

But Saint Soul still weighs a lot in these people's hearts.

When she came, everyone's eyes were drawn to her.

Sang-soo smiled.

“So we're all dancing.”

As soon as she spoke, someone spoke.

“The Virgin dances a song for the adult, and the adult must be amazed. ”

“Yeah, yeah. ”

A bunch of villagers came to peace.

Sang-soo has fallen short of generosity.

“Sure. ”

She asked Su Cigarette.

“Miss Su Xiang, would you like to join us? ”

Su Yan shook his head

“I can't dance. ”

Sang-soo, smile.

“Then it's ugly. ”

She twisted her waist and danced with the type of dancer.

She did have a nice dance.

At least in this group of girls, it stands out at a glance.

She felt herself stared at just as the crowd was attracted to the dancing position of Holy Soul.

As soon as I looked up, I looked across from the crowd to the flowers.

Su Yan stood there winking.

So, what did he ask people to do with her?

Let her watch the dance?

She stood there and watched as Holy Soft twisted her waist and watched carefully.

The flowers were eye-catching and haunted.

Ever since that day, the flowers haven't been able to hold up.

Is this woman a piece of wood?