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

I don't know what it's all about.

It's been tried many times.

But neither.

And every night, Su Qiu dragged him to the moonlight.

Well, he doesn't want any moonlight right now, he just wants to grab butterflies.

After listening to it, Su Zheng's attention turned to Xiaohong's tail again.

If you think about it.

Shaping is just a little bit of a cultivation.

This shipment is a little too hard to shape.

Is there anything wrong with that?

Think about it.

Su Zheng looked at Xiaohong's tail and remembered something.

Behind its tail, there was a misswallowed piece of medallion.

Xingxiu, is this the thing that's holding it back?

Think so.

Su Zheng looked at Xiaohong.

He just squeezed his face so hard that his right face was so red and drummed up.

It's like a piece of sugar in your mouth.

Reach out and rub it twice.

Su Qiang was cold.

As soon as it touches Xiaohong, Xiaohong feels cool and comfortable.

Not long ago, Su Zheng took his hand.

Little red tits, big mouth.

“Put it on ice again. ”

Su Zheng looked at it with enthusiasm.

Reach, tap.

A slap hit the drummed red face.

Little Red silenced three seconds later.

“You! Bad man!! Huh!”

Then, Red covered his drummed face, shaking his tail and running off to get angry.

As for Su Cigarette.

After noon, I had a wild meal.

He stood under the tree.

Why is that?

Because Zoe left.

Xiaohua hesitated

“Host, did Zoe decode it herself?

Is she not coming back? ”

Su Yan shook his head

“Don't know."

Xiaohua said

“Host, you look good with me, Host, do you want to stick me in your head?? ”

Su Yan seems to be right to listen to this.

Xiaohua is now in that flower's jar on the other side, and it says I'm also the jar.

But listen to it, stick it in your head, and the more you listen, the weirder it gets.

Sandwich next to Su Smoke can't laugh anymore at this time.

From time to time, he looks at the distance, then turns around and looks at Su Yan.

It's so loud, Sandy. I can't help it.

“Miss Su Smoke, what if the evil is unwarranted? ”

Su Yan, look at him.

“What do you think? ”

mulberry opening

“She was a soul, and I think she should be sent to the right place in time. ”

Su Yan

“I don't know where she is. ”

Sandwich trimmed his shirt and opened it.

“She must be going back to the grave, where we can wait for her. ”

Su Yan finished listening and looked at him suspiciously.

“You seem to know her well. ”

Sandwich stunned, then hung a smile on his face again and opened

“Miss Su Yan has thought too much, Song is merely inferring. ”

Su Smoke didn't talk.

Sandy made up for it.

“After all, that soul has nowhere else to go but the grave. ”

After these remarks, Su Yan and Sangzhou returned to the grave again.

Wait there for one afternoon.

As the sun was about to set, the painting softened back.

She held on to a round paper umbrella, full of things.

At this time, the painting was tied together in a soft and hard way, directly in front of the sandwich next to it.

He asked.

“Sin, it's time for you to go back where you belong. ”

Sandy looked at Su Yan and seemed to be waiting for her to do it.

“Miss Sue? You won't do it? ”

The painting softened and fell to the floor.

Lost soul.

I don't know what I saw on this trip.