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

This dozen is a time.

She didn't know how many undead people fell around her.

Boom, boom.

Invalidity, but not death.

Somehow, the power of these immortals is very different from the immortals that Su Smoke met before.

These undead... are a little weak.

But with so many, almost immediately falling, new immortals will join us again.

One after another.

Nanu sat there, clamping his fingernails.

Look up from time to time.

Your fingernails will then continue to be buttoned with your head down.

And the light in her ankle grew.

She wandered as if she had no clue.

Probably found this rehearsal too boring.

She lifted her fingers.

The immortals disappeared instantly.

Su Yan and the two of her are the only ones left in this big prison.

South opening

“Heard you liked someone? ”

Su Yan is silent.

South 22988

“I heard you worked hard for that guy. ”

Su Yan remains silent.

South 22988; impatient

“Will you stop making these moths all day?

Be honest with your god, what man do you love, what do you fight for? ”

Su Yan is silent again.

Rubbing her eyebrows, her voice was unseen.

“First room on the left."

Su Smoke turned around and walked into the cell.

Almost the moment Su Smoke walked in, Nan closed his eyes and couldn't hold back and fell to the ground.

The thorny throne behind him disappeared.

Nanu leaned against the wall again and looked at the tattoo on his ankle.

His eyelids lifted a little and then closed.

No more talking.

She was excluded from the power of Su Yan.

At the moment Su Smoke appeared, there was nothing painless all over her.

The tattoo on this ankle is a shackle that binds her.

The brighter the tattoo, the more she suffers.

Nan a little regret showed Su Yan the right path.

She should be allowed to suffer where she goes.

Shh.

It's all because of her kindness.

When Su Yan walked into that prison, he couldn't see the south behind him.

It's like entering a space.

Xiaohua is confused

“Host, who is that man? ”

Su Yan thought about it.

“Not very clear. ”

Xiaohua is confused

“Host, she seems to know you very well. ”

Su Yan

Mm-hmm.

Xiaohua said

“Host, why do I feel like you know her well too? ”

Su Yan

“Possible.”

Su Yan's answers were all ambiguous.

Xiaohua was staring.

Keep moving.

Suddenly, the eyes grew brighter.

Su Cigarette's shoulder was also damaged.

Stay until the light is weak.

Su Yan looked up.

A body was seen in front of him.

It was nailed high on a wall.

The body, in white.

Half the flesh is blurred and white bones are exposed.

Half of it is clearly visible and clearly visible.

It's just steel nailed to the bone, nailed to death on that wall.

Surrounded by rumbling sounds.

Whipping, soldering iron.

Likewise, as if thousands of years had gone by day.

Su Smoke looked at her and she was furious.

Keep your head up.

That's the body of your kingdom.

It's true.

There won't be a fake.

Su Smoke felt a little distressed.

It's like being stabbed cold by a pointy needle.

It hurts.

She's not talking.

Stand there and watch.

Behind you, a smile came.

The man was dressed in black and the pattern of the flowers on the other side spread from his neck to his face.

Those eyes, they're deep.

“We meet again, Lord God. ”

That's the tone of speech.

That tone.

Even though he changed another shell, Su Smoke recognized it.

It's the South Plough.

Someone I met outside the underworld gate.