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

Flowers hug her like a treasure.

I can't let go.

Keep looking at her and kissing her every other time.

Until outside this cabin, there was a loud noise.

“Amitabha Buddha. ”

Flowers tend to drool.

Not for a while.

He walked out the door wearing the black gown with the gold thread.

After his hair spread and the affair, the whole person seemed extraordinarily lazy.

And he laughed,

“Monk, it's you. ”

We met at the Village of the Snake Man.

This is the same monk who spoke to the benefactor tonight.

The monk read it again.

“Amitabha Buddha. ”

Talking room, again.

“Master, let the arts and crafts live. ”

Flowers.

“What is the monk saying? How can I not understand? ”

The monk sighed softly.

“The benefactor doesn't care about the arts and crafts. Don't you even care about the girl? ”

There was no change in the surface of the flowers.

He's waiting for the monk to go on.

monk

“I'm sure the giver found something unique about the girl, too. She can see what's happening to you, and the details always seem strange to the giver. ”

The voice dropped and the flowers moved.

The monk continues.

“She's an outsider, with a mission. ”

Somehow, I just felt the gloomy smell of the flowers getting stronger.

The monk, as if he hadn't noticed, continued.

“With a mission, it must be done, and if it cannot be done, she will pay the price.

Did the master ever listen to her talk about what she insisted on doing? ”

The colour of the flowers is getting dull.

Word for word.

“Old monk, I think you're looking for death. ”

The voice fell, and a strong spirit attacked the monk.

Straight hit him.

Boom!

The monk spit blood and flew out.

Down in the woods next to it.

Because the sky is still a little dim, I can't see if the people there are dead or alive.

Flowers lean on the steps of the cabin.

The complexion is ugly.

Emotions swelled in my eyes.

Outsiders??

No wonder it's all clear.

He lowered his head.

Stand in front of the cabin.

A long time later, when the first sun came up in the morning.

He was born a ghost.

“Somebody!"

Soon, Snow Wolf's figure knelt before him.

“The demon king, please. ”

The sun is getting brighter.

The whole Green Mountain pie is extraordinarily bright.

· · · · · ·

Su Smoke woke up from the cabin.

It's been a loud afternoon.

She looked out into the sky, stunned.

Come on, get out of bed fast.

The man who fell asleep with his eyes closed next to him pulled them back into bed.

Then he held him tight.

He opened his eyes and hugged Su Xiang.

“Where are you going in such a hurry? ”

The sound is slow, not slow.

Su Yan struggled.

“I'll go check it out. ”

“To see what? Look at the remains of the Green Mountain disciples? ”

Su Yan stunned.

She lowered her head and looked at the flowers.

The words stopped and eventually fell back into his arms and hugged him.

A long time later, she made a sound.

“Flowering”

“Benefactor? ”

Su Yan hesitated for a while, still didn't say.

Slow swallowing.

“Nothing.”

“Since the benefactor has nothing to say, the flower asks the benefactor a question. ”

Mm-hmm.

“The flowers did not match the wishes of the benefactor. Kill the Green Mountain faction people. Is the benefactor dying? ”

Su Smoke, look up.

“You...”

Her gaze was against his.

It's a little faint talking, too.

“How do you know? ”