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

It looks great.

Drop your eyelids low and dark eyelashes are long and curly.

A sandy mole in the corner of his eye, like crying blood.

The lips are pink, glaring and stunning.

Su Smoke paused.

The man's eyes lifted.

It's not a peach eye.

At first glance, it feels quite innocent.

Makes people feel pure and beautiful.

This face, she knows herself.

The domain itself.

He didn't say anything, just leaned in Su Yan's arms, so look at her.

Half a buzz, just one sentence.

“What's the matter? Cigarettes?”

Su Cigarette stopped.

She looked around.

The fog is covered, head down.

It's like stepping in shallow water, the water's sweeping.

Clearly look out for her face.

She asked.

“Who are you? ”

The people next to me smiled.

“Cigarettes, it's me. ”

Su Smoke didn't speak, just lifted his hand and strangled the person's neck.

She looked at him. Seriously.

“If you don't, I'll strangle you. ”

As soon as Su smoker pressed hard, the man coughed.

A bite of blood coughed out.

Su smoked his hands loose.

And suddenly I saw that person with a strange smile.

Fingers turned grey and white, nails hard and straight toward Su Cigarette Spike.

Rapid thunder is no match for ear protection.

The distance between them is again close.

There's no time to resist.

Spike.

The nail was inserted into Su Smoke's shoulder blade.

Su Smokey's face hasn't changed much. Raise your hand.

Flip over.

He held his hands against his head and pulled them out through the falling force.

Boom.

The body fell down.

It hasn't changed into its original form.

Still looks like a monarch.

Poured it over there, causing Su Smoke to slightly frown.

She knows he's fake.

But I still don't want to see it.

Move your gaze.

Covered his wound.

Xiaohua shouts

“Host, you're hurt! ”

Su Xiang responded.

“Nothing, not serious. ”

Hana was heartbroken and confused.

“Host, why are you still soft on him, knowing that he is not your lord? ”

Blood streamed down his shoulder blades and wet his shirt.

She pressed, moving on.

“Just guessing, there's a 10 percent chance it's him. ”

After all, she held him all the time.

I didn't realize it had been changed.

I'm afraid I'm not only hallucinating, I'm also hallucinating.

That's why she let go when she saw him spit blood.

Xiaohua, whisper, beep.

“If this is Red, the host must have beaten it to death. ”

Hosts always believe in themselves.

Only when you meet the monarch will you think so much, you will have so much uncertainty, afraid to hurt him.

Su Smoke covered the wound and continued to walk forward.

There's a white spot ahead.

Hidden, heard a slight grunt.

Gradual image transition.

Zhou was in the dark, and she came to a prison.

Walking down the prison corridor, you can smell the bloody humidity coming out of your face.

Every prison is empty, with only one candle burning.

The candlelight shook, a little dim.

The further you go, the more obvious the song is.

The voice was light and it seemed that the singer was in a good mood.

Just in this environment.

If you listen to this little tune, you'll look a little pervasive.

Until Su Yan walked to the deepest part of the prison.

There's no way forward.

A giant black cloth blocked a prison door in front of it.

You can tell she's close to the sound of singing.

Su Smoke looked around.

Finally, raise your hand.

Wearing the black cloth, he pulled one down.

Shout out.

The black cloth intersects the wind to make a sound.