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

Su Yan was also left to hold him.

Keep your head down.

“The man seems to know the underworld, too. ”

Your domain's eyelids are moving.

“Little one needs to help me. ”

He said something.

Su Smoke nodded

“Okay, how can I help? ”

“To kill him, but not him. ”

Su Yan, listen, blink.

The realm of kingdom is raised.

“Leave him alone. ”

Su Yan asked

“If I kill him, will you die too? ”

Your domain smiles.

“Xingxu. ”

She reached out and grabbed his arm and pressed it against his pulse.

Jung-dong eyebrows.

“How come I don't know, sweetheart? ”

Su Yan, look at him.

“Weakness, signs of serious injury. ”

Eight words fell, Jung-kun didn't speak, just a strong hug of Su Yan.

Drop your eyes low.

Su smoked his lips and didn't say anything at the end.

How badly did he hurt his soul?

Even a district usurper could not be killed.

Xiaohua couldn't help but sigh after listening to King's domain.

Tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk.

Not only could the little wife do it, but she also made a pretty rough request and looked very honest.

Su Smoke looked up. It was almost noon.

Before Sandy returned to her body, Jung-kun went back to the house to sleep again.

On the other side, the painting is soft and the food is ready.

Su Qiu and Xiaohong found it.

Little red tits screaming across the fence right there.

“Cigarettes!! Cigarettes!! ”

As soon as Su Smoke looked up, she saw Xiaohong wearing something that she didn't know was a bed sheet or a coat.

Waving his little hand to say hello to Su Yan.

Su Zheng stood next to Xiaohong and never spoke.

Su Yan looked at the two of them.

I hadn't noticed before.

Now look closely.

Looks like Su Zheng is getting taller.

Used to look like a 13-year-old or something.

Now, at least sixteen.

And there's a change in face.

The lines are even more obvious, with the young man pounding in the air.

Uh, well, there's no rush, just watching as if you're on your way to the god of the cold.

Look at Red again.

And a little bit different.

Looks like... a lot of fat faces.

Have you eaten too much?

Why do you feel fat on one side?

At this time, Xiaohong opened the fence and wandered in like he was entering his own home.

Good thing the shirt was longer and covered its tail.

Everything else looks good except the walking posture is a little weird.

At this point, the sound of the painting in the kitchen came.

“Dinner's ready. ”

Red's eyes lit up.

“Eat! Eat! ”

It raised its hand high to show its happiness.

As soon as it was lifted, Su Zheng pushed it down.

“I remember you just finished eating a roasted rabbit when you came. ”

Red lowered his head and touched his belly.

A drum.

Little red beep, whisper, whisper.

“I can still eat. ”

So, the last meal was divided into two tables.

One table is Su Yan, Xiaohong, and Su Qiang.

Eat in the yard.

One table is a painting of Qian 'er and the man, eating in the house.

This division is arranged softly.

With what happened last night, Qian and the man don't want anything right now, they want these people to finish their meals and get out of here.

Do not disturb them to live a clean life.

As for Sandwich.

He woke up and left.

I don't know where he went.

Xiaohong smelled this sprayed meal.

A butt sitting there staring straight at it.