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

He must have sensed something to kill him.

Xuan is also becoming more and more certain.

Ultimately, he decided to end up like a flower!

If Xuan also sees that there is no Su Cigarette around the flower and the flower is not tilted a day earlier.

Not only does he not have to die, he can easily kill the man he dreamed of killing.

Bias.

Not today.

Standing opposite each other is no longer a silly little beauty.

Instead, it was a memory restored that frightened the people of the river and the lake.

Pfft.

Xuan also lifted his arm and held it there.

One hand went through his chest and his heart stopped beating instantly.

Tick, tick, tick, tick, tick, tick, tick, tickle, tickle, tickle, tickle, tickle, tickle, tickle, tickle, tickle, tickle, tickle, tickle, tickle, tickle, tickle, tickle, tickle, tickle, tickle, tickle.

He looked at his hands.

And look at his cigarette.

This is the first time he's had a little regret killing someone.

Because he knew he couldn't keep it from her.

After that, don't pretend to be amnesia and let her hug him.

There was a scream all around.

The house doesn't know when it's going to be clean.

He was the only one left with Su Yan.

Su Qiu stood at the door.

He didn't step into the house.

Red.

“Hissing, hissing? ”

Does that guy hurt cigarettes?

Su Jiao

“Don't know."

He said he didn't know, but he didn't come forward.

It's probably the trust that crosses so many worlds.

Every time someone cares about cigarettes, they don't hurt her.

And she's strong enough.

Su Qiu can stand here patiently and wait for the people in the house to come up with a result.

Xuan also fell to the ground.

Blood stayed on the ground.

Together with the blood falling from Su Qiu's fingertips, the bright red liquid flows across the foot.

Su Smoke looked at the flowers.

“You restored your memory."

The flowers didn't respond.

Mm-hmm.

In the conversation room, I don't know why, flowers have a feeling of frustration.

It's like something's missing.

He likes her to hold him.

But the one holding his hand, it had dripped.

She made a noise.

“Flowerless? ”

She asked for the exit as if it were a confirmation.

He answered.

Mm-hmm.

I've never felt bad about my name before.

Now, he kind of wants to change his name.

Change to a name that no one else has ever heard of.

So that cigarettes don't hear about him from anybody else.

Just when the two of them are quiet.

A figure flew in.

It's a shadow.

On his knees.

“My subordinates pay tribute to the Episcopal Church. ”

The shadow is a little excited right now.

After all, his episcopal memory has finally returned.

Never do anything foolish like that again that his subordinates don't see.

These people dare to put saffron on the head of the bishop while the bishop is stupid.

Now, he wants to see who dares!

Flowers with no leaning eyelids droop low.

Dark lashes twitch.

He stood there for a while.

Still silent.

Cigarettes won't keep him.

He's not the fool who cries.

He made a noise.

“Go back.”

After that, his figure flashed.

No one saw how he had left.

It just felt like a gust of wind had passed and people had disappeared.

Su Yan stood there, looking down at Xuanya, who had died.

Hana couldn't help but make a sound.

“Host, why don't you stop Lord Male? ”

“He's going back sooner or later. ”

Su Yan answered lightly.

I knew he was leaving sooner or later, so I didn't stop him.

Hana couldn't help it.

“Well, host, you can't let him go because the male master restores his memory. ”