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

Seal Xuan's hands tight.

White Saint laughed.

“Look, you're nervous. Do you believe that? ”

Feng Xuan's body became more and more rigid.

Baisheng pulled out a bag of silver money.

Throw it in front of Feng Xuan.

“Here you go. ”

“Do what? ”

“Thank you for your dedicated service to Su Yan for such a long time. This is your reward.

After all, I can't take care of her all the time. ”

Feng Xuan looked down at the purse.

Pale face with no expression.

Just stiff back.

If you move, you will betray the emotions in your heart.

A long time later, he spoke.

“Do you like the master? ”

White holy with his cuffs.

“Your master is my savior.

Something has to be done for her.

All you have to do is serve, and the rest is me and your master. ”

His eyelashes shivered, his eyelids drooped, and finally he reached out and took the purse.

White Saint first twisted his eyebrows.

Seems like he didn't expect to actually take it.

“I don't get it. Why would she leave someone like you with no guts or temper? ”

And then another sentence.

“Probably, seeing as how pathetic you are, so don't be paranoid.

You don't deserve her. ”

The sound is definite.

The meal is already served.

Breakfast was packed in a tray and was originally sealed to be served.

It was probably the words of Baisheng that struck him and he didn't get up and leave.

Your body sits there stiff.

At this point, you can hear the steps of the stairs.

Su Smoke came down from above.

She hasn't seen Feng Xuan come back for a while.

Afraid something happened to him.

Or come down and check it out.

And as it turned out, I saw him sitting there, stiff.

Keep your head down and don't know what you're thinking.

Su Smoke walked over, wondering

“What's the matter? ”

Feng Xuan raised his head and looked straight at Su Yan.

The pale lips trembled.

“Master. ”

With a low voice, he stood up from his seat and gave Su Smoke a seat.

Su Yan reached out and held him down.

Take a good look at him for a moment.

Pretty healthy, no cough.

Or is he tired of biting her all morning???

Su Yan's attention is all on Xuan.

Just saw a man sitting across from Feng Xuan.

I don't know who's sitting there.

Until the White Holy Speech.

“Thanks again to the Thanksgiving. ”

That's what Su Smoke found out. Oh, it was him.

Opposite Feng Xuan, the moment he listened to the White Holy Speech and called out for grace, his eyes lifted.

The dark eyes looked straight past, and the eyes were indifferent.

But soon, he lowered his head again.

Su Yan thought of that.

“The killing of the Bishop of the Demon Church, now that the dragons are defenseless, is a good time for you to take charge. ”

White Holy Hand Fist

“White Saint understands and worries the benefactor. ”

Su Yan, listen to him. Looks like he has a plan?

Ask.

“How long will it take you to take you to become the Bishop of the Demon Church? ”

White Saint thinks carefully, then speaks.

“If all goes well, one month at the latest. ”

Su Smoke nodded

“Mmm.”

White Holy Hesitation

“I don't know how to thank the benefactor for saving each other three times and now helping him to take the position of Bishop. ”

Su Yan, look at him. Seriously.

“When you become a monastic bishop, you are already rewarded. ”

The voice went down and the white holy eye lit up.

Just about to ask.

Next door, Xuan's coughing.

“Cough, cough, cough, cough."

With a sound, dark long lashes tremble with coughing.

Su Yan's attention was drawn to the past.

Reach out and pat him on the back.

Poured him a bowl of tea along the way.