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

When Su Yan touched the black cloth, he felt a little wet.

It's just too dark to see clearly.

Then, attention is drawn to the image in front of you.

It's a teenage girl.

Dressed in black.

Barefoot and white ankles.

The ankle was tattooed, complex, and mysterious.

The girl's hair spread out and squatted in the corner.

She's the only one in a big prison.

Girls' light and gentle accents continue.

It wasn't until after a while that I noticed the presence of Su Cigarette.

She raised her head.

Show a fair face.

No, not fair.

It's miserable.

The kind of white with no blood, like a dead man.

The young girl looked at Su Smoke with big eyes and sophisticated looks.

Her lips were like red roses, bright and scary.

She squatted there, staring at Su Smoke, curious and naive.

If there's anything else to remember, I'm afraid it's those eyes.

A pitch of black, a gray loss.

When Su Yan saw her first glance, the first feeling in her heart was that she was immortal.

The girl crooked her head and focused on Su Smoke's wound.

Follow me. Open up.

“Hello."

Su Smoke nodded

“Hello.”

The girl whispered softly.

Stand up from the corner.

Follow me, drum your mouth, point behind Su Yan.

“Looks like someone's coming to kill you. ”

After that, four black robes appeared behind Su Yan.

Grip the sickle tightly.

Quite a kill.

Su Smoke turned around.

Girl in jail. Be nice.

“The plumage on your head, I'm afraid, is the only thing that can hurt them. ”

The black dress rested on the floor, and the girl stood in the middle of the prison like a blooming, delicate rose.

After a cup of tea.

Boom!

Su Yan knocked down the last immortal.

It can't be killed, but it doesn't have the ability to fight back.

Before Su Yan asked, he heard the people behind him again.

“Ah, boring. ”

A faint, boring and impatient voice.

Su Cigarette turned around.

And you see, with that woman's foot at the center, the black vines are pulling up, staggering, changing.

A black throne is formed, with thorns, corrupt and dark.

The woman sat on the throne.

Su Yan looked at her and just felt that under this intense stimulation, her lips, more red.

Women's boredom, white calves swinging

“You stay here, don't go. ”

That's what she said.

Pale, like she said, that's what people should do.

Su Yan looked at it and thought it looked familiar.

I can't tell you where I've seen it.

And the person across the street obviously felt the same way.

Just listen to the woman.

“Have we met? Why do you feel so familiar? ”

Women muttering.

Su Yan also calmed down.

Two people looking at each other.

It is not known when Su Smoke's blood dropped on the ground and flowed into the prison.

Touched that black thorn.

Su Yan's eyes suddenly glowed with gold.

It's a sign of God.

And the guy across the street, his face turned grey and green at the fastest possible speed.

Whole face, no blood.

The only black eyes also turned grey and white.

She sat on that thorny throne.

Two people, look at each other.

Then the man sitting on the thorn laughed.

The girl was shaking her calves.

“It's you."

She mumbled.

Su Smoke didn't talk.

The girl sits on that throne.

Keep your head down and wiggle your gray white fingers.

Black hair dripped down and covered her face.