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

Just what is it?

Su Yan thought about it for a while.

Didn't make any sense.

Stripped a piece of sugar.

Well, the night breeze is high, eating sugar in the graves.

In front of her, another man is fighting an unjust ghost.

The images are really harmonious and beautiful.

I don't know how long it's been.

Su Smoke doesn't know how many sugars he ate.

Just so you know, when the last piece of sugar was eaten in her mouth, the fight went to the end.

The painting was soft-faced and unsweetened.

Caught by the mulberry.

Painting Soft wants to struggle, and I don't know where this sandwich came from.

No matter how soft the painting struggles, this rope is a constant escape.

At this time, Sandra appeared softly in front of Su Yan.

He asked.

“Miss Su Yan, what do you think we should do about this man who is harmless to the people? ”

Su Yan is serious.

“I've never dealt with ghosts. ”

So I don't know what to do.

At this point, the painting is cold.

“I killed all the damn people. ”

When she said that, she had a smile on her face.

That innocent face gradually twisted.

Continuous struggles still seem frustrating.

Sandy said, as if he hadn't heard the painting soft.

“There are many ways to kill ghosts, one of which is with fire.

When quenched to pure fire, this soul can completely dissipate the smoke in the world. ”

Su Yan

“Where can I find pure fire? ”

Sandy smiled and said,

“If the girl needs it, Sandy can get it for you. ”

Su Yan did not answer, but looked at the sky.

Almost there.

She asked.

“Sleep first. ”

Sandy, listen to me.

“What, what? ”

Su Yan

“Aren't you sleepy? ”

Sandy tries to keep a nice smile on her face.

“Miss Su Yan, this is in the grave, are you not afraid? ”

Su Yan shook his head

“Not afraid. ”

She's already sat down.

Lean by a tree.

Next to her is a pile of graves.

Su Yan rubbed his eyebrows and closed his eyes.

Xiaohua heard the host and whispered

“The host sleeps in the graves for the monarchy? ”

Sure enough, the host really likes the monarch very much.

On the other side, mulberry eyes or light or dark.

Emotional complexity.

Tighten your left hand tightly.

Suppresses anxiety in one's heart.

Eventually, he sat down under a tree.

Then close your eyes.

The painting looks softly at these two people. It's amazing.

The last second was still talking about how to kill her.

The next second, all of a sudden, you're ready to go to sleep.

Looking at two people, the painting softened and tried to break free from the shackles.

It just sounded so loud that the rope in my hand still hadn't been broken.

Not only that, I don't know when, but she also had the exact same thing on her feet.

And the man who had just closed his eyes and slept, he opened his eyes and came to her.

The man in red first measured her up and down.

Soon, he shifted his gaze and fell on the woman who fell asleep on the tree.

The sight burns, as if to see something baby.

The painting softly shifted his gaze and just thought the man was sick.

There seems to be something wrong with the mind.

Junjie reached out his finger and poked Su Smoke's cheek.

Su Yan opened his eyes.

Clear eyes.

She didn't fall asleep.

Your domain is laughing.

“Little girl ~ ~”

Su Xiang responded.

Mm-hmm.