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

His cold voice succeeded in shattering all of Song Zhen's fantasies.

It caused Song Zheng's body to shake and cradle.

A long time later, the tremor opened.

“Your Highness? ”

Sour and sour.

He looked at her, and after a while, he talked.

“You know very well that the king has no fondness for you. ”

Song Zheng's body trembled even more.

Don't you like it?

Her face was in a moment of trance.

No, she doesn't believe it.

How is that possible?

If you don't like it, why did you send her to the barracks?

Her eyes were red, full of blood, and she kept staring at Ouyang Yu.

A long time later, she spoke.

“If you don't like me, why did you send me to the barracks? ”

Ouyang Yu looked at her.

He does things, never explains.

There is no need to explain either.

Just look at Song Jeong like that.

He said...

“I would have thought you were just giving birth to the wrong daughter. ”

Song Jeong, listen to him.

Like being hit by a weighing hammer.

She understood what he meant.

She understands.

He thought she wanted to kill the enemy with ambition.

So give her the chance.

So he made a choice, without doping off a little child affection.

I really thought she wanted to be a soldier.

Song Zheng understood the idea, tears in his eyes could barely bear to flow out.

She pressed her hand tightly and tried to contain the grief in her heart, seemingly with hope.

“The general has no real feelings for Song Jeong? ”

Ouyang Yu's cold and hard face, no change at all.

“Never. ”

Ouyang Yu's words went down, Song Zhen laughed, with despair.

Close your eyes.

Boom.

Down on the floor.

Ouyang Yu twisted his eyebrows.

Step forward and lift the man.

“Song Jeong? ”

Song Zheng was pale and fainted.

This rainy day in Upper Palace always seems to be the case.

It's sunny and sunny, and it rains like a cloud.

Somewhere in the hall.

Xiaohong is spooning herself and beef with the forehead sauce.

Nero, after half a day of cooking, the sauced beef is still on the plate.

It's holding the spoon, or nothing.

It flashed, snapped, and lost the spoon in its hand.

Reach out your fleshy hand and grab it.

Until, snap.

Chopsticks hit the back of his hand.

Xiaohong is not afraid at all.

Hands are still on the plate.

Until I finally got the sauced beef in my hand and stuffed it in my mouth the next second.

Eat a happy face.

Su Qiu next door, look, talk.

“Where are the chopsticks? ”

Red chewed the sauce and the beef was straight.

“I won't make it. ”

Su Zheng, listen to me. Look at him.

“Wouldn't make chopsticks, proud? ”

Xiaohong was afraid of being scolded by him, which is why he tried to be more honest.

It's milky.

“I'm a snake. Snakes don't make chopsticks. ”

Su Zheng nodded.

“You don't have to learn to use chopsticks to make snake spoons. ”

Xiaohong was eating and the motion was stiff.

Then, he looked up at Su Jiao.

After a long time, Red was a little uncertain.

“You wouldn't do that. ”

After all, it's so good to him.

Still so modest for him.

Little Red Brain made up for a series of good things he did to him.

Su Qiu looked at it because he combed two hairbrushes on his head, plus something to eat in his mouth. His face was drummed.

The more you look at it, the more you look at it, the more you look at it.

He asked.

“If you've lived so long, you can't even use a pair of chopsticks. Why do you have to become an adult? How good is it to keep being a snake? ”

Xiaohong listened to the mumbling

“I'm not going to be a human. I'm going to be a snake. ”

He said, "There's a big time to be a snake on the spot in this building."