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

Little Flower's Angry

“Huh, bad guy! ”

As he spoke, he bit a little cake.

One of them tattoo uncles laughed.

“Kids, don't say that. How could Uncle be a bad guy? ”

Another attachment, bending over and reaching out,

“Come on, get in your uncle's arms. ”

Little flowers, eyes wide, tears.

“What are you doing?! ”

Dairy, no killing power at all.

One of the tattoo guys made a noise.

“Kid, give me your bag and we'll make it easy on you. ”

Xiaohua hugged her bag,

“No!”

His face still hurts.

I don't have any money, I have to get pinched.

He doesn't want to go!!

One of them was laughing, not laughing.

“A disobedient little friend is to be punished. ”

The kirin on his chest, as he walked, followed suit.

Su Xiaomeng, who was drinking milk, noticed.

Then skip your mouth.

It doesn't want anyone to spend it on you at all.

And it's not pretty at all.

One of them was mean, trying to scare the kids.

“Tell you what! If you don't obey me, I'll sell you to the mountains. Be honest with me! Give me something of value!! ”

Su Zheng listened to this, but his attention was turned to Xiaohong, and to these two rather disgruntled people.

He dumped his bag on his shoulder. It was cold and clear.

“Hand over what's valuable to you both. ”

Speaking down, the two men looked at each other and laughed hahahahahaha.

“What kind of kid is this? Are you stupid to read? ”

Voice down.

Just a click.

I saw the blonde in the white robe, holding the milk jar in her hand and turning her eyes into a long strip of iron.

They looked at each other.

Su Xiaomeng walked over, a serious book with children's sounds

“The Kirin painting on you is wrong. ”

The big man raised his hand to arrest Su Xiaomeng.

“What do you kids know?! ”

He didn't finish, and suddenly a lion-like tail slammed on the man's face.

After taking two steps back, Su Xiaomeng was released.

The big man next to him has looked straight at it.

So, what is it?

With tails?

Shocked, incredible in the eyes of the big man.

Su Zhao walked over.

He's tall, especially when he's not talking.

Even with some intolerances, the eyebrows will attract attention.

Su Qiu grabbed the bag and dumped it.

Hit another big man in the head.

He's slow.

“If you don't pay me, I'll beat you up. ”

Turning a blind eye, one of the big men was pushed to the ground by Su.

Five minutes later.

An alley entrance.

Seems, quite quiet.

Until the first drop of blood broke out the corner.

Look inside.

Just found two big men lying on the ground.

I don't know if the pain is comatose or dead.

Just a dark-haired blonde in a white robe.

Holding a long strip of milk jar in his hand, he drew something on the bodies of those two big men.

That one, that one, looks really serious.

At first glance, I thought it was a child's heart, a very happy picture.

It's just that every time the kid drew a picture, the big man had a bloody mouth, and he kept blood outside.

Happy doesn't know.

Just look at it. Terror is certain.

Su Xiaomeng finally painted the antlers of the elk on the kirin of those two people.