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

Xiaohong looked at the mouth that opened a stitch, and, um, it seemed to go in.

It shines brightly on the head.

It was the medallion fragment that was sensed.

Xiaohong was a little nervous. He had his tail dragged by Su.

Still a little uncomfortable, he automatically wrapped his tail around Su Qiang's arm.

Well, I'm relieved.

Su Jiao

“What else are you looking at? Are you coming back? ”

Xiaohong also dared not go after the butterfly, and honestly ran to Su Qiang's side.

“Hiss, hiss, hiss."

King, I want to get into that seam.

Su Zheng glanced at it and then glanced at the half-space split open by a sickle.

The undead are still climbing out of the gap that Xiaohong said.

Su Zheng's voice was indifferent

“If you climb in, I'll rip your head off. ”

In Red's heart, Su Jiao is a man who can do it.

Suddenly a spiritual.

Well, it seems, like, I don't really want to climb in.

The brightness of the sparkling stones on your head is diminishing.

Hidden, battle begins.

South underworld opening

“Up.”

The voices fell, and those immortals who were not fully developed crawled in the direction of Xiaohong.

Su Zheng raised his hand and instantly froze the nearest immortal from them.

It's just this freezing effect that can only give them a few seconds of pause, and soon, it will return to normal again and continue to crawl towards Little Red.

Xiao Hong glared at the snake's eyes and wrapped his tail around Su Qiang's hand harder.

What the hell is this?

Sounds disgusting, whoops, it doesn't really want to bang them.

So much so that Xiaohong's body was so big that he tried to hide behind Su Qiang.

That big tail wrapped around Su Qiang's hand, wrapping harder and harder.

Fear of that thing climbing onto its snake.

South Pluto walked one step at a time towards Su Smoke.

The laughter deepened, and the tattoo marks on his neck were glowing green and bright.

“Su Yan, the head of the Nine Lord's Gods.

I hear that you are no longer God, the chosen Son of the Day, but Lulu. ”

As he spoke in the south, he raised his hand and the sickle raised its head again.

This time, he carried ten percent of his strength.

If it was just a calf test knife, then this time, we're going to die trying to get Su Cigarette.

His eyes squinted and he smiled as if he were running.

“Perfect, you can go with him and live that half-dead life. ”

Boom!

Powerful forces of death erupt, paving the ground and suffocating.

Then, the smile on South Underworld's face was frozen on his face.

Then he looked. Su Smokey's face didn't have any ups and downs.

I didn't even take any weapons.

Just lifted one hand and held the chopped sickle.

That's how it was born.

The power of the Lord God in her hand, it's getting stronger and stronger.

He couldn't open his eyes, and his face flashed with a glimmer.

He hates that power.

Strength is gathering and growing stronger.

Until a sound, bang!!

The two forces burst directly apart.

The South Plough is covered with paraquat, and the flying sandstone is like the end.

On the side of Su Yan, the obvious and powerful force exploded, but it was like a spring flower. I just felt that the trees and flowers around me were more flourishing.

Xiaohua looked stunned.

It remembers that it wasn't like this before when hosts fought with divine force.

Why now, instead of hurting innocents, the host burst out of power nourishes everything.

Well... it looks like a bunch of cows.

Su Yan tattoo wire does not move, opening

“Did you do that to him? ”

The sound of doubt is a sincere question.

The face of the southern plume is full of gloom.

“Yes, I underestimated you. ”