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

Look at this awareness.

Su Zheng reached out and took Su Yan's silver ticket.

Then, honestly, he left the inn with Little Red.

Red.

“Hissing, hissing? ”

Where are we going?

“Buy candy gourd."

Red is excited.

“Hiss, hiss, hiss."

I'd like some cinnamon cake.

“Cigarettes say they eat too much dessert and have insects in their teeth. ”

Red.

“Hiss, hiss, hiss."

I don't have insects in my teeth, and if I do, they'll poison me.

Look, there's such a high awareness.

After Su Zheng heard Xiaohong's words.

Eventually it was decided to buy it a cinnamon cake.

Su Yan left with the shadow.

Xiaohua Xiaohua

“Host, don't forget, you have a branch task ~ ~”

Mm-hmm.

Go back to your original home and see your mother.

About one day's itinerary.

Su Smoke rushed to the demonic palace in the dark of the night.

If it's just a shadow, it won't be long.

After all, he has light merit.

Neha, Su Yan this is fixed low.

That inner kung fu has the equivalent of no.

So much slower.

Su Yan stood in front of the palace door.

Look at the closed pitch-black door.

At the top of that gate, a magic word, arrogant and overwhelming.

Stand at the door. Make a noise.

“Bishop, Miss Su Cigarette is here. ”

Soon after that, there was a noise coming in.

“Come in."

Reach out and push the door open.

And I saw the flowers sitting at the top of the list.

He was wearing a red robe with scattered hair.

On the high chair of the exalted Demon Church.

Just looking over.

Eight red columns support this entire temple.

Marble floors, feet stepped on to make a dazzling sound.

Dark, dull, quiet.

This is the first feeling that comes out of the face.

There's nobody in this Noble Hall. There's nobody left.

Shadowy retreat.

Soon there were only two of them left in the hall.

Flowerless table, nothing.

Just one bowl.

He watched Su Yan for a long time.

Then, lower your head, lift up the bowl and take a sip.

Su Smoke's footsteps didn't stop, stepped on the stairs and walked straight to the flower.

Drop the bowl in your hand.

Look up, no expression on your face.

His dark eyes looked at Su Smoke.

“You can only stay here for three days to get medicine for saving lives. ”

As Su Smoke listened, she looked at what she drank in a flowerless bowl.

She asked.

“What is this? ”

Flowerless

“Rice."

“Why eat this? ”

“Always eating this. ”

He had no expression on his face and was carrying an isolated cold.

He didn't mean it.

It's just he's been like this for so many years.

Su Smoke winks. He's serious.

“Don't you want meatloaf? ”

The flowers are silent.

Su Yan looked at him and said:

“Can get your men to do it. Or go buy it. ”

Look out the door.

“Shadow.”

Brush it, the departed show up quickly, on one knee.

“Bishop. ”

“Go buy meat buns. ”

Shadow stunned.

I repeat it like I'm sure.

“Bishop, you mean meatloaf? ”

The flowers didn't respond.

Mm-hmm.

Although the order was strange, Shadow did it.

He's moving fast.

Less than half an hour later, the three-drawer meat bag appeared in front of the flower.

Soon, Shadow left again.

But as he left, he glanced at Su Xiang standing next to him.

Su Cigarette picks up one of them and passes it to the flawless lip.

“Eat."