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

Don't know when Sandwich will be back.

He looked at the scene in the house.

Opening

“You killed innocent people again. ”

Follow another line.

“Painting soft, don't forget what you promised.

Now, you should go where you belong.

Don't blame me for using tough tactics if you continue to do nothing wrong. ”

Words after words.

Sandwich doesn't care what's really going on.

All he wants now is for Su Smoke to kill Painting Soft so he can do his thing.

The painting gently touched its weak, boneless hands and nodded.

“I'm coming with you. ”

She said, she went outside.

Painting softly walks in the front, Su Yan, Su Qiang, Sangzhou walks in the back.

The song was whispered softly in the painting.

Live in your own world and follow the trail to the grave.

After a tea kung fu.

A walker came to the grave.

The painting stared softly at his grave.

Reach out and touch it.

At this point, Sandwich said,

“Miss Su Yan, aren't you going to do it?

The girl has mercy on her soul. Have you ever thought about the people she killed? ”

Just saying.

At this point, the painting softly laughed.

“To kill me?

But I don't want to die now. ”

She suddenly turned around and attacked.

A bang.

A flame-contaminated dagger stabbed into the painting's soft body.

Sandy grabbed the dagger with a face that was no longer concealed.

“I've been delayed a long time for you.

You should die, too. ”

Speech down, dagger harder.

Soft painting just feels burned all over the body, and usually every bone femur comes with a tingle.

Dressed in white, fall back.

Eventually, it didn't land on the ground.

Su Yan hugged her.

The painting shivered with tenderness.

She laughed.

“You're a good man. ”

The weak voice shook the word.

Su Smoke didn't talk.

Why did you catch her?

It's nothing.

I just don't want her to fall on the floor.

Like the woman who was.

Like dirty things, bodies are dumped on one side.

The painting stared softly at Su Yan. I don't know who I was looking at through Su Yan.

Dumb voice with despair

“I've never been truly loved in my life, and I never thought I'd end up with this sin, so I met you. ”

She reached out and touched her little thumb.

Harder bye.

She put that little thumb, trembling in Su Yan's hand.

That little thumb is fading.

Eventually turned into a white bone whistle.

The painting softly spit out a bite of blood and grabbed Su Yan's clothes.

“If someone tries to hurt you one day, you blow it.

Hope it can, can help you. ”

It took her three years to condense.

She hated everybody, and she really wanted to ruin everything.

But on the contrary, after knowing the truth.

I didn't want to do that.

Probably because she doesn't live well.

That's how God plays tricks.

I just want the afterlife, ah, she doesn't want the afterlife.

I'm tired of this life.

Next to it, Sandy's attention has nothing to do with this.

Just look around.

Seems to be looking for something.

Shout as you look.

“Where's the door? Where the hell is the door? ”

Only with the door can the door be opened with the key.

But where the hell is this door?

Look at Su Smoke.

“The keys to the gates of Hell. ”

She's getting weaker and weaker.

Trying to reach out and touch.

Just can't reach it anymore.

Su Yan took down the jar and handed it to her.

The painting grabbed Su Yan's hand softly. The next second, he stabbed himself in the heart.