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

Look, obviously the same shell.

It's just that the spirits in it are so different that they are treated so differently.

That's if you say the same thing against this shell.

It is not expected that the host would mind replacing the plum with the plum.

Until he was about to walk to the grave, Su Smoke lagged behind Sangduo.

She looked at the pimple flashing and pulled it out.

Then I heard a little flower.

“Host, do you feel differently about yourself? ”

Su Yan answered seriously.

“No.”

Xiaohua was heartbroken and felt that the host had been biased by the monarch.

“Host, where do you think you treat Lord Jung-dong the same way as everyone else? ”

Su Yan thought about it for a while.

“Follow your heart. ”

Now it's Xiaohua's turn to be silent.

At the end of the day, I can only say one thing.

“As long as you're happy, host. ”

This time, Su Yan loaded it up again, it was silent.

In this way, you can safely walk with Mulberry to the grave.

By the time they reach the graves, the sun will set and the sky will be darkened.

This dark sky, walking in piles of graves.

Think about it and panic.

But look at Su Smoke.

Flat and comfortable.

Nothing at all is like walking in a grave pile.

Until the sound of the sandwich

“Well, that's probably the painting of the soft grave. ”

Then, Su Smoke saw the wooden grave.

Suddenly, a cold wind struck.

Hidden, laughter coming out of the darkness in the distance.

“The two of you are here, the young lady has not been greeted, and we look forward to forgiving you. ”

Talking, in the dark, out of a woman.

With a white coat and a good face, he slowly came with an oil paper umbrella.

The woman held a white handkerchief and covered her lips, smiling kindly and beautifully.

Had it not been, it would have been better if we had met in such an environment.

Only when the woman glanced at Su Yan, the smile on her face stifled for a moment.

Apparently, yes.

Su Cigarette opening

“You're painting soft. ”

Soon, the look on the woman's face recovered and she threw the handkerchief in her hand.

Fingers gently touched the face.

This face is completely different from the last time Su Smoke saw it.

The last time I saw it, it was a more demonic face.

Although it is also white, the last time I saw it, the white clothes were blatant and had a seductive taste.

And this time, it seems purer.

The painting closes your eyes softly and seems to be enjoying it very much.

Follow me. Open up.

“I don't want to fight you today.

I like this leather bag so much that I don't want to replace it with anyone else. ”

After that, open your eyes and look at Su Smoke.

“I know I can't beat you, but you can't kill me.

If it's true, you're the only one who's gonna die. ”

After that, the painting smiled softly.

Looks happy.

When the voice fell, the sandwich next to him suddenly struck.

Towards the painting soft attack.

Su Yan stood there and didn't move.

This sandwich is really helping her.

From the first time we met.

He seemed to have some plans.

A lot of generosity took her into his house.

Also unnamed with Su Yanzhi to grab the painting softly.

He said to avenge the villagers.

Su Yan doesn't believe it.

In the eyes of this sandwich, there is not a bit of kindness.

He can't do such things for the great exorcism of the devil.

He's got a plan.

And what she's trying to figure out is most likely something on her own.

Otherwise, Sandy wouldn't have invited her into the house.