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

Su Yan looked up.

It was only at this time that it was noticed that this was not the only crash.

The inner courtyard of the house, full of dead people.

Miscellaneous servants, servants, guards, then into the inner hall.

Probably the owner of the house dressed in fancy.

All dead, without exception.

One, his face was peeled off.

Every one looks terrible.

If you have the guts, you're going to be in shock.

The woman turned to Su Yan Ying for a long time.

“Little girl, Arnie. I don't know...”

The woman hesitated for a moment and seemed embarrassed.

Follow me. The woman looks up.

“I wonder if you can remove your skin and put it on? ”

Be gentle and say something cold.

Su Yan touched his face.

Shake your head.

“No. ”

Su Smoke then pulled out another yellow spell.

Raise your hand, tap, and stick it on the woman's head.

She screamed.

“OK."

However, this is of little use.

It's happier to see women laugh.

Soft opening of painting

“Now that you've done something to me, you're welcome. ”

Hua Long raised his hand and attacked quickly.

She's fast.

It's the speed that ordinary people can't have.

Almost disappeared from Su Xiang's eyes.

The next second, it appeared behind Su Yan.

Listen, the painting is still soft.

“You look just right on me. ”

The voice dropped.

Soft fingers suddenly grew long.

Just close to Su Smoke's face.

Next second, bang!

The painting was crushed to the ground by a force majeure object.

His neck was strangled.

Pain in the abdomen.

It's like being strangled and suffocated the next second.

Look closely.

It was the girl she thought had no resistance.

Painting Soft First was stunned.

Then the finger touched Su Smoke's arm.

Silver bell-like laughter rings again.

“Trying to strangle me? You can try. ”

The voice dropped and clicked.

Su Yan broke her neck.

After strangling, Su Yan loosened his hand and stood up.

Look left and right.

Seems like you shouldn't have strangled him.

Where am I?

Su Yan suddenly suddenly.

The man who crawled out of the door has fallen to the ground.

I don't know if it's life or death.

But even if it were alive, it wouldn't be long.

She walked in.

The more I walk, the weirder it feels.

What's the problem?

She glanced at her hands.

Seems... the body just now called Painting Soft, is cold.

Think about it. It's a little grey.

Not like a living person.

More like a dead man.

Think so.

Suddenly a howl came from behind.

Then, a man in white, with a flesh, but a face with white bones... didn't know what was behind her.

The man attacked, bright red long nails.

This should be the one just lying on the floor called Painting Soft.

The painting attacked softly and quickly.

Next second.

Boom!

The painting was softly kicked on the wall by Su Yan.

Fearing that she would not die, Su Smoke used a little strength.

Kick it out of the yard directly from the walls in the yard.

Su Smoke didn't move.

Just look at that big hole she kicked out of.

Three seconds later.

Again, the painter softly climbed up from the ground.

Stick to Su Smoke.

Boom!

She kicked me out again.

So many times, I don't know how many times.

Every time she comes, Su Smoke kicks harder than before.

One after the other.

Finally, it's dark.

For the last time, the painting never climbed up again.

Su Yan didn't go to see if she was alive or not.