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

Just a moment of kung fu.

Suddenly a shadow quickly appeared in front of her.

Followed by a killer gust.

He rushed toward Su Smoke.

Su Zhu's face had no expression. He took a step forward and directly blocked Su Smoke.

Boom!

Fist against sharp edge.

Su Qiang's hands were covered with a layer of ice cream, like an indestructible armor.

Someone across the street was dressed in black, and a doll had a killer face.

That blade seems to have amassed a great deal of hatred.

It's about to be broken.

Fortunately, Su Qiu and his comrades separated as soon as they made contact.

The man in black stood there, his eyes killing him.

Just listen to him sneer.

“How dare you come here? ”

The words of the man in black fell, and behind him came a sound of restraint.

“An Eyes. ”

In the talking room, the man also walked over.

Both of them, Su Smoke recognized.

Anzu, Anzu.

Compared to the rage of Amity, Amity is very gentle.

“Lord God, don't come unharmed. ”

The voice dropped and the guard next to him stared.

Really, is that the god Su Yan??

Su Smoke nodded her head. She asked.

“I want to see you. ”

An eye bites the root of his teeth,

“Lord Lord, what do you want us to do with you?

Knowing that the Young Master was resurrected, ready to do it again, wipe it clean? ”

Su Yan's hand, clad his clothes.

She hasn't changed her face.

Just asking.

“Can't you see him? ”

When he looked at Su Yan's face, he instantly remembered the scene of Young Master's death.

The black wooden hammer was stuck in the young master's heart, and she held the hammer in her hand.

Normal forces cannot kill the Young Master at all. Obviously, this Su smoke has been conspiring for a long time.

From that moment on, Yasuhime hated Su Smoke.

With the love of the young lord, he hurts the young lord with no hesitation.

Hate yourself, too.

I still think this Su Smoke is good, even have the illusion that nothing would happen to her in the Young Master.

Surely, these nine heavenly people don't have a good thing.

Anzu Zi Zhuzhu

“Meet the Young Master?

Have you forgotten that Master Su died in your arms?

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I'm afraid you've come to the wrong place. ”

Ann, talk to him and stop him.

“Anzu, stop it. ”

Anzu revealed his sarcasm and turned his head toward the side.

Ann, this is the gentle way to look at Su Smoke.

“Lord God, it's not that we don't communicate.

You should also remember the splash of the young lord.

Thousands of years have passed, and it is good to have a young master, fortunate to be alive.

However, the Young Master has been practicing for a long time.

Hasn't been switched off.

In case of communication, fear of delaying the recovery of the Young Master, if there is a mistake in the middle, we cannot afford it.

What do you think, Lord Lord? ”

Su Qianjie looked at this tranquility in front of him with no expression.

Sounds gentle and polite.

I'm afraid my heart is also angry with Su Yan.

Su Yan listened to both of them.

Nothing more to say.

I just nodded.

“I'll come back when he's out. ”

He said, turning around and walking, no longer staying.

Su Zheng just stood there.

Look at those two.

He had the same ridicule on his faceless face.

“Even if your soul is skinned with scattered cramps, as long as he survives, he will still come looking for Su Yan. ”

He paused and his voice returned to being undulating on a weekday.

“His soul was scattered and he volunteered.

He didn't blame half of it. Where'd you get that? ”