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

Su Zheng reached out his finger, lit up his head and laughed.

“You've become a human? I see the venom in your mouth has poisoned your brain long ago. ”

Lazy and clumsy and brainless.

How could this be so stupid?

How many centuries has this been?

Just a little bit of crap to teach the hand, every word to teach the back won't teach.

The more Su Zheng wants to be more angry, the more he wants to be angry.

Then he threw his little red tail twice in the air.

Red.

“Hiss, hiss, hiss!! ”

What are you doing? Bad guy!!

Su Zheng threw two times harder and his voice was faint.

“Let me see if I can throw the venom out of your brain and make you smarter. ”

I don't know if the venom is dumped.

The only thing I know is that Little Red is sick.

“Hiss, hiss, hiss, hiss, hiss!"

Su Zheng held it without a face.

Keep it in one place and let it throw up.

Then turn around and go.

When Red threw up, the whole snake was empty.

Little Red in vomiting has only one thought.

It's going to be a human being, and then it's going to be a punch.

Let him throw up!!

Perhaps Comrade Xiao Hong's brain is really not enough, so much so that it forgets that it can grow bigger.

You can use the tip of your tail to lift Su Qiang and turn him around.

And when I thought about it, it was held up again by a cold pair of hands.

Then, a porcelain bowl appeared in front of Red.

Su Jiao

“Drink water."

Xiaohong stuck his head in warm water regardless of 3721.

Finally, the feeling of vomiting fades away.

He drank a belly full of water and drank half of it.

Su Zheng pinched his tail tip and pulled it out of the bowl.

Throw away the porcelain bowl and put Red in your hand.

Red is fighting again.

He threw up snake messengers.

“Hiss, hiss, hiss."

Ignore you, I'll get a cigarette.

It hasn't said a word yet.

It's going to confess, let the cigarette hit him.

Of course it won't say.

The provincial king dragged his tail back and forth to shake it.

Xiaohong climbed down Su Qiang's calf.

Su Qiu didn't leave it alone.

Instead, the attention shifted to the one who stood still and was as obsessed with the back door as a stone.

Are you really a fool?

Su Zheng slipped away his gaze.

Impossible.

It must have been deliberately cheap.

Neha, cigarettes don't piss off this man just because it's so small.

Su Qiang is not Xiaohong.

The head is not set.

She walked through so many worlds with cigarettes and everything she told a system called Xiaohua.

Every world is the same with cigarettes and goes to the end.

And the cigarette smoke is willing to contact this man, and he's still so patient.

Prove that this man is the one who spends his life with cigarettes in this world.

What are the characteristics of this man in so many worlds?

There's... black hearts, love acting, pretending to be pathetic, vicious, indifferent, shameless, deep in the city, and so on.

To attract the attention of cigarettes, you can basically describe them in four words, by any means.

If you use four more words, you're a madman.

I don't know exactly what attracts cigarettes for this man.

Is it because he's so pathetic that he inspires sympathy for cigarettes?

Well, he hasn't figured that out yet.

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And the other side.

Su Yan entered the spring building.

I didn't find the wind in a big circle.

Where did he go?

Until she walked and accidentally heard two strong men talking.

“You said it was bad for the chick to go, you had to hit Grandpa's turf.

Still a baby, sold it tomorrow for a good price. ”