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

Except that after entering the mountains of the Shaitan, they were silent for three days.

By the fourth day, there were no more than a hundred people who had suffered heavy losses.

The rest of them all died on the hills of the Shaitan.

Since then, no one has said anything about crusading against Satanism.

Between the rivers and lakes, it calmed down in a strange confrontation.

Two years ago, there were rumours that flower-free wounds had healed to death.

The rumor came out that people didn't believe it at first.

Flowerless, seriously injured?

Who could have seriously injured him with such deep strength?

Soon, however, the rumor grew stronger.

Some even tried to attack the rudder of the Demon Church, and although the battle was fierce, it finally succeeded in attacking it.

Gradually, people began to believe that.

Flowers die, even if they live, they are not far from death.

This is not the case. Over the past two years, the struggle between the people of Jianghu and the Demonic Church has intensified.

Without the idyllic teachings of the devil, all of a sudden, people are exasperated.

All these years, the people of the rivers and lakes have been too miserable to be bullied.

They need to vent.

Nonetheless, it's only a small scale, bullying the rudder of the Demon Church.

As for the total rudder of the Demon Church, they are still watching.

In other words, they need an excuse to be angry and a leader to teach the devil distress.

The wind tells Su Yan a tale of flowers.

When the wind was over, she looked at Su Yan, who listened carefully.

“Don't tell me you've never heard of this. ”

Su Yan

“Heard some. ”

The wind held up a glass of wine and took a sip.

A tongue.

“Flowerless. I want to see what he looks like. ”

Speaking, the wind sighed.

After that, the wind shook its own head.

“Never mind, when I see that guy, I'm afraid I'll die. ”

Mumble with wine in one hand.

“But it's been almost 20 years since we heard about him, right? ”

“Then this year... even if he were alive, he'd be a 40-50 year old man. Forget it, it's gone. ”

They were there talking word for word.

All of a sudden, Su Ju's voice came up the stairs.

“Sister, come and see...“

Half the way, suddenly there was another sound coming from the stairs.

“Cigarettes”

The voice of grievance and joy.

Then he saw a beautiful man running down the stairs in his unclothed clothes.

The next second a man knocks Su Cigarette down.

Oh, Su Smoke didn't pour.

One hand stood up to the power of a man rushing in.

Hold people steadily in your arms.

Beautiful man. Eyelash tremor.

“Thought cigarettes were gonna dump me. ”

He looked sad when he said it.

Su smoke is calm.

“I just came down for dinner. ”

Beautiful man nods his head.

Carry on holding her with both hands, not caring about the public at large, and not getting dressed properly.

Most importantly, it's still such a humiliating move to be held by a woman.

In this world, even the idea of the inferiority of men and women exists.

Though the perception is slightly lower than that of the people and the rich families.

But there is.

So suddenly I saw this man lying in the arms of a woman, looking delightful to her.

It attracted a lot of contemptuous gaze.

Hana, look at this scene. Keep your voice down.

“Host, how do you do?"

Su Yan

“Hmm?”

“The hegemonic president and the petite wife. ”

Su Smoke looked at the flowers in his arms.

Well, she didn't want to.

But obviously, this guy in his arms enjoyed it.

Su Yan felt that his added health value rarely fought the enemy. Eighty percent of it was used to hold him.