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

Only when it comes to the realm of the Abyss.

She stopped instead.

The realm of the abyss is like a world of its own.

As she stepped in, she could see the often evil people wandering the streets.

People like Su Yan who are not in the abyss magic are here, but attract a lot of attention.

Su Yan kept walking forward.

When you truly want to enter the Palace of the Magic.

Standing outside, stopping instead.

She wore clothes.

Lift and loosen, loosen and hold.

Su Qiu glanced at Su Cigarette and then opened his mouth

“If you're not in a hurry, sit down and have a cup of tea. ”

Su Xiang nodded almost immediately after hearing Su Qiu's proposal.

“Hmm."

Outside this magic palace is a tea shop.

Sit down and bring some tea.

Su Smoke held the tea bowl and drank it in one bite.

Red picked up a snack on the table.

Eat while you whisper and bite Su's ear.

“Are you nervous about cigarettes? It's like when I started school, I was nervous. ”

Su Qiu dragged the dessert and fed it piece by piece to Xiaohong's mouth.

There's no ups and downs in the voice.

“I remember you advanced a hundred years ago. ”

As soon as I brought it up, Red bit the snack.

Nah.

“Morphological instability. ”

After that, Xiaohong is afraid of embarrassment.

I'm in a hurry to add another word.

“The morphological illusion of our Snake Nation is unstable. ”

Hundreds of years ago, Xiaohong's body could have turned into a seventeen-eight-year-old.

It's been a few days.

Chewed a black, autumnal fruit and hit it back that night.

In the next hundred years, Comrade Xiaohong never looked like a 17-year-old.

Every day, he turned around in front of Su Qiu in this fat and slippery way.

After saying this, Xiaohong feared that Su Qiang would continue to ask.

I immediately stuffed a lot of snacks in my mouth.

Until

“Mm-hmm.”

I couldn't say anything, so I stopped.

What's with all the tea and cigarettes?

Well, I don't care about gossip cigarettes behind people's backs, listening to people.

The two demonic grandfathers sitting next to them drinking tea seemed very interested in the matter of the demonic priesthood a few days later.

“We honored the Lord for many years. The Young Lord died a thousand years ago, and the Lord did not appear, as if he were not our own. ”

One of the grandfathers sighed as he spoke.

No one seems to be whispering for their lesser lord.

Talk to the other man.

“Exactly.

The lord said a long time ago to retreat.

Just really back off clean.

But there is no lesser lord.

I haven't smelled it for years.

Young master died and came back to life, that's what our young master can do. ”

Suddenly, the two masters took care of the young master as their own son.

There's a man next to me who can't hear you anymore.

“You two don't know shit. This is our predecessor, the Lord, the wise and the divine.

Were our lords sealed and devoured for many years before today?

Young masters are young, and if they want to take responsibility, they have to go through the ordeal.

Nowadays the Young Lord, after death, now succeeds, that will surely make our abyss magic grow! ”

The conversation is getting louder and louder. Somebody can't help it.

“Hey, is it true that our incoming lord was a young lord?

Didn't he die?

Still died in front of so many people.

My soul is flying!

How can you be resurrected without a soul?

Even if we respect the Lord, it's unlikely, right? ”

Someone immediately rebutted it.

“You know shit!

We have a boy in our family who works in the palace. We've seen him before.

That look is definitely Young Master. ”