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

Later, we found a flower called the flower on the other side, listening to the flower, which is the key to opening the underworld.

I didn't have time to ask, and then I wore it here.

Think of that flower on the other side.

She looked at the beak.

This beak head, demonic, magnificent, it's like she saw the exact miniaturized version of the other shore in space.

She reached out and touched the hammer head.

The lines above are clear.

Lifelike.

A long time later, she asked.

“Hana, do you know where this is? ”

“Host, Xiaohua doesn't know either. ”

Little Flower took a break, followed by another.

“But Xiaohua didn't have time to say that there was something else in that mysterious gift bag. ”

“What is it? ”

“A hand tag. ”

“Read."

“Flowers on the other side, flowers on Hell's Road.

If you want to get to the underworld, you need flowers on the other bank. ”

After reading, Xiaohua Dao

“Host, this is the only sentence on the original hand tag.

But the host hit the woman named Painting Soft.

Words appeared on the hand tag again. ”

“What word? ”

“Send the dead soul to where it belongs, to the gates of the underworld, until the soul returns. ”

Su Yan finished listening, she bowed her head and looked at the snake man on the ground.

Opening

“Red, look at the color of its blood. ”

Red heard that.

Look at the blood?

Follow, Red raised the person high with his tail.

The next second, when he shouted, he fell to the ground.

The snake man bled out of his head.

Little red tits.

“Host, red. ”

Su Yan, finish reading. Open up.

“It's alive. ”

Xiaohong nodded and answered.

“Yeah, I'm still breathing. ”

Xiaohong thought about giving Su Qiang his orders before he went to bed.

Ask him to listen to Su Yan.

Don't mess around.

Cigarettes are all right.

In the absence of Su Qiang, Xiaohong tried to change his image, which was useless except for his thick skin.

It also wants to be as intelligent as Su Qiu.

Send the dead soul where it belongs.

The gateway to the underworld, awaiting the return of the soul.

The late soul was talking about the painting.

So we're gonna get her out of here and go where she belongs?

Where should a soul go?

Go to hell.

Think so.

Su Yan went outside.

Little Red's lost.

Hurry up and talk.

“Cigarettes, where are you going? ”

“Go find something. ”

“Oh, so, what about this snake? ”

“Take it with you, too, when he wakes up and asks about it. ”

“Okay!”

Red grabbed the snake man's tail and dragged him out.

As for whether to worry about his safety from being knocked out or something.

This is completely out of Red's consideration.

I'm sorry, Red Snake was born.

Because of the thickness of the skin.

Very few injuries.

Red can't understand that rubbing twice on the ground can hurt and bleed.

So I care.

One hour later.

The sky is dark.

Today's moon is big and round.

The light moonlight lay on the ground, clearly illuminating Su Yan's path forward.

Then, after Su Xiaohong finally couldn't help but talk.

“Cigarette, he seems to be losing his breath. What should we do? ”

Little Red didn't want to talk.

I just think the snake smell is getting weaker and weaker. It seems like if I don't say it again, this job is going to be ruined.

Su Smoke stopped.

Look back.

Eyes first fell on the snake man.

Attention was then drawn to the winding bloodstain.

Along the way, the snake man bled all the way.