The Corpse Ruler Confuses the World, All Seven Husbands Are Devils

The wind and dust spirits threw off the hand of the ink and backed away, accidentally touching the screen behind them and falling down with the screen.

The wind and dust spirits that close their eyes are somewhat desperate. If, behind them, there are millions of cliffs, how good it would be, they do not have to live in such humiliation in the world.

For a long time, the wind and dust spirits did not feel the cold on the ground, but fell into a warm embrace.

“You just don't care about yourself?” There was a sudden sound of implicit anger over his head, and the wind dust conditions reflected up his head, but appeared in front of him except black or black, nothing.

The wind and dust spirits darkly retracted their eyes, rose up, disengaged from the embrace of ink and distant in tone, “What about me, it's none of your business. ”

When Ink saw him like this, he did not breathe a single breath. Despite the struggle of the wind and dust spirit, he lifted the wind and dust spirit and threw him into bed. He said harshly: "Take off your clothes.” These humans really don't know how to be polite. Even though he cares so much about him, he always looks like he doesn't know you at all. Can't be too good for this kind of person!!!

Because of the throwing of ink, the back came with a sore stream, the wind and dust spirits bite their lips, eyebrows tight, huh, I thought she understood pity, turns out it was just a wish of her own.

Glass stood beside the bed, watching the wind and dust spirit take off the clothes one by one, deep eyes gradually filled with silk anger, only to see men's original white and delicate skin with visible whiplashes, several places had begun to rot.

“Who is it?” Indra withstood anger, and there was such a heartbroken maniac among humans. He looked like a wind and dust spirit when he was only eighteen or nine years old. He was also a child, and he actually had such a heavy hand.

The Dusty Spirit laughed at himself, "Who is it? Oh... Ink, do you really or fake not knowing, or are you unhappy if you don't unravel my scar? ”

Ink leaned down to close the wind dust ears, her hands touched the man's white neck, the place was smelling food, the ink leaned slightly eyes, the throat swallowed irregularly... but now there was more important to do.

“Remember, I don't have to act in front of you humans. ”

Wet breath haunts the cheeks of the wind and dust spirits. Before the wind and dust spirits can react, they feel a slight pain in the neck and then fall into darkness.

In a gentle, ink-tilted motion, gently place the fainted soul on the bed, close your eyes, and the palms of your hands congeal with gold, gently touching these whiplashes to restore the complexion to its original whiteness and finesse.

For a long time, the ink poured back into the palm of the hand and the glossy forehead was covered with starting point beads. What's wrong with me? Why is it so hard to use a little magic that you already feel a little out of your mind because it's attached to this mortal body? The ink is a little unknown, so.

Look up into the eyes of the black hole of the wind and dust spirits and sigh, just let me repay the debt for the old ink dump! Perhaps this is also the test of the Jade Emperor for me.

The glass lifts the wind and dust spirits and sits facing each other on the tray leg. The golden Qi swept around the two of them, lifting their long ink hair and dancing gently.

The ink closed its eyes and put its hands on the chest of the Dusty Spirit, filling the man with constant golden breath.