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

One hour later.

Su Yan looked at the man who fed her water with a cup of tea.

Probably never fed anyone so clumsy.

A soldier is lowering his head to pack the dishes.

He tried to keep his attention off the bed.

But the image of the king holding a grown man and feeding water there slowly wandered through his mind.

Since when does the king like men?

The soldier packed his things while grieving.

Just like a man. The problem is that man's hostage.

Besides, it doesn't look like he enjoys it very much.

Soldiers have extraordinary thoughts.

I'm afraid whoever sees this image in front of him will have to play inside.

Of course, these Xuan Junyu don't know.

He is now immersed in the pleasure of feeding.

Well, she's such a good girl.

He could have liked her a little more.

As he thought about it, he stared at Su Yan with a burning eye.

Su Yan tried very hard to ignore it.

But the man suddenly threw the teapot on the ground with his hand.

I put it on my eyes.

He asked.

“The last time you were your own king, couldn't help but feel depressed? ”

Su Yan suddenly, the last time you kissed him?

We're talking here.

The guards outside heard the broken voice of the teapot inside and all burst into the main account in a flash.

“Your Highness!! ”

“Your Highness!! ”

Everyone thought something had happened to their prince.

You know, the hostage in the king's tent is not a normal man.

The last time His Majesty was abducted, it was a disgrace in their hearts.

This time it can be concluded that such a thing cannot happen.

Soldiers pull knives.

Then, he was born to witness the image of their king, holding the one called Su Cigarette, not letting go, and taking advantage of the cheap.

The whole place was quiet.

Xuanjunyu's face is ugly.

“Why don't you get out? ”

Hurrah, the generals ran fast when they poured in.

When this goes out, the generals run faster!

The fact that their king broke his sleeve became a nail to the iron plate.

Less than a day passed through the entire barracks.

It's just gossip.

Passed on, inevitably distorted.

So many versions.

Someone said...

“Hey, you all know about our prince's sleeve breaker? ”

“I heard that His Majesty was forcing the hostage, and the generals broke in and disturbed him. ”

“You said our prince didn't think about it long ago?

You didn't mean to go with that guy, did you?

Then we can find a reason to get people here. ”

“Hmm??

You seem to be right about this analysis.

It's a little fake for the thousands of armies to take the prince. ”

“Exactly.”

Some say so.

“Hey, did the king bend his hostage? ”

“It's not safe to be a hostage now. Alas.”

“When the hostage arrived, I heard that the king's eyes were different. ”

“Tsk, tsk, tsk. His Majesty has been thinking about people for a long time. ”

There's a better version.

“Heard our prince... is that the one below? ”

“Really? ”

“Shh! Don't pass it on. It'll be in the king's ear. We'll take it. ”

“Right, right, right. ”

Of course, for these things, Su Yan's side is completely unaffected.

Since she came to the barracks, she has never left Xuan Junyu's tent.

And Xuan Junyu spent 80 percent of her time with her in the tent.