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

Xiaohua wanted to ask why he poisoned you.

The host helped her.

Well, revenge.

Hmm.

The voice just dropped. Su Smoke said something.

“It was Qian and the man who tried to poison us. ”

She stood at the door, not loud enough, but enough for everyone in the house and Xiaohua to hear.

Xiaohua is confused

“Why? ”

The two people in the house, they all look the same.

Painting Soft didn't say anything and still eats what's in his bowl.

Su Cigarette opening

“We know too much. Instead of letting us go, let's kill them all. ”

Anyway, one painting got soft.

There's no difference between dying one and dying two or three.

Qian was shaking and staring at Su Yan.

“What does this have to do with you?

If you hadn't asked the bottom, you wouldn't have done it!! ”

It was just a voice drop, and Qian felt her heart ache.

Puffing, spitting blood out.

A moment of angina, she died painfully and fell to the table.

She's a little incredible.

She didn't eat a bite of the dish on the table.

On the other side, the man also reacted, twitching his face and turning blue.

Draw slowly and put down the chopsticks in your hand.

Look up at those two.

She laughed.

Silver bell-like laughter, so beautiful.

It's just that the scene doesn't look right.

Soft opening of painting

“When I died, you gave me a ride.

Now it's time for me to give you a lift. ”

She grabbed the wine and spilled it on the ground.

Wine comes into contact with the ground and makes a nourishing noise.

Drawing Qian's eyes wide open

“Wine... toxic."

Soft opening of painting

“The people I trust the most, the ones I love the most, should go to hell with me.

Otherwise, I'm not at ease. ”

Keep your eyes open while the men linger.

“You, who are you? ”

Painting softly stood up and wiggled her cuffs.

Suddenly, the painting's soft face turned into a skeleton.

She cracked open her mouth and her voice was hoarse.

“Officer, don't you recognize me? ”

The voice fell, and the man's body shivered and fell to the ground in shock.

Shivering, full of fear.

“Paint, paint, paint.”

The painting moves one step at a time.

Lift your feet and step on his body.

“In honor of the mislove of the official, don't do it for three years. You can still recognize the look of the painting. ”

Saying, drawing soft feet hard.

Puffing, the man bled out again.

Down, no sound.

On the other side of the painting Qian Qian, his heart was covered, his face was blue, and he shivered back.

I never thought about it when I hurt her, but one day her cousin would come to the door.

Painting Zoe confirmed that the man was dead and then targeted Qian again.

She walked over.

Reach out.

A hand pinched Qian's face.

The nails pierced Qian's skin.

Blood dripping out.

Soft opening of painting

“Our sisters play, don't worry, you'll live well.

After all, you're so disgusting, I don't want to see you again on Yellow Springs Road. ”

Speaking, Qian was afraid to scream.

A face was scratched.

He was covered in blood and fainted.

After all this, the painting softened my clothes.

Stand up.

By the time he looked at Su Smoke, the skull's face had returned to normal.

Pure goodness.

No tearing of hearts and lungs.

No betrayed despair.

It's just an understatement that killed those two people.

I avenged myself.

That's it, painting a lifetime of softness, closing.