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

The wind and dust spirits opened their eyes and it was not the endless darkness that was reflected in the curtains, but the light he had long awaited. The wind and dust spirits are somewhat incredible, what happened this night, why suddenly their eyes are clear. Ming's own eyeballs were dug out by ink. For the rest of his life, the wind and dust spirit dared not expect to see the sun again.

I didn't expect to have another day to restore the light.

Suddenly the wind and dust seemed to think of something, overhead, saw the ink leaning quietly on his side, only that his face, which should have been white and red, was now full of pale and not a little bloody.

There was a glimmer of disgust between the eyebrows of the Dusty Spirit. Did she want to knock herself out and do it?

Oh..., I laughed at myself, the wind and dust spirits lifted the duvet over my body, and the afterglow glanced at me, the wind and dust shocked, but overnight, the whiplash marks on my body miraculously disappeared.

Look at the pale ink. Is that her? The wind and dust were full of questions, but how could she help herself and how could she possibly have such amazing abilities?

The whole Mo Tian dynasty knows that these six princesses are stupidly dumb and are princesses who will never do anything. But how do you explain everything you see? My eyes, my wounds, all healed overnight.

“Blood... blood...”

A whisper awakened the wind and dust spirit from meditation, he clung forward, covering his weak shoulders, without previous disgust. Instead, such contact allowed the wind and dust spirit's inner heart to sweep a starting point, “Ink, what are you talking about? ”

The ink poured first to heal the wounds on the wind and dust spirits has used a lot of magic. Then, in order to cure the wind and dust spirit's eyes, it consumes almost all of its powers. Moreover, since the attachment of the six princesses, Ink Pills has apparently felt that his powers seem to be restricted, and he cannot carry out spells as he always did, as he pleases and as he always comes from. Normally, healing wounds is something that will never make the ink glass faint from muscle exhaustion.

Now the glass just feels hungry and very hungry. She urgently needs “food” to replenish her body and energy. For thousands of years, there has been only one type of food. That is fresh blood. Although it is not required to be human blood, the more pure blood is her favorite, and the smell emanates from the wind and dust spirits, which is exactly what she likes...

Besides, the smell is close by.

“I, I want... blood. ”

Come on, the hands of the ink spirits hooked the neck of the wind and dust spirits, the wind and dust spirits were careless, pressed on the ink spills, the women's unique softness came from the chest, the wind and dust spirits' faces unnaturally flashed red, all said that in the early morning, man's desire was the strongest. She can't wait to see herself before she opens her eyes?

The wind and dust spiritual surface is a little tangled, both anticipating and afraid, but still obedient to lie down on the ink, motionless.

“Hiss ~ ~" did not have the (warm) ambiguous motion imagined by the Dusty Spirit, but suddenly the neck was like the pain of being bitten by the dentures. The Dusty Spirit grabbed his lips tightly and swallowed the painful sound into his stomach. This pain is nothing to the Dust Spirit.