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

Suddenly, her eyes became bright and full of desire. The ink leaves her unnaturally frowning. The usual ink leaks, shouldn't they have jumped together long ago? Besides, the chilling breath that emanated from her left Ink with no reason to fear.

Pushing his hands off the man lying on his back, but at this point, the man is at the top of his joy and can't bear to leave.

Ink leaned tirelessly and raised his hand to pick up the sword placed on the table, a man stabbed to the ground, blood red dropped along the sword, the man opened his eyes, it was hard to imagine why he was suddenly stabbed to death by a gentle grand princess. Nevertheless, he had not had the opportunity to ask questions in his life.

Munchkin disgusted the man on his body, and the maid next to him immediately handed him the jimpa and gently wiped the munchkin on his bloody palm.

The three men next to him suddenly responded, falling to the ground, trembling on their legs, looking toward the rays, full of terror.

Tao Yue was also really frightened. Although the grand princess usually had a temper, she also beat people, but this has never happened today. In the course of “sports”, she stabbed her to death with a sword!

A drop of cold sweat drips from the raging forehead, and the rest of the light looks at the ink leaning next to the door, just glancing at the upper ink, such as the cold ice irrigation, from the inside to the outside, cooling thoroughly.

“Grand princess…” Nonetheless, Tao Fei said with a trembling smile to Ink.

“You don't have to worry about this, I'll take care of it.” Ink dumps are still arrogant and trekking, "now, take them and get out of here. ”

“Yes, yes," Tao Yao dragged the already dead man with three men as relieved as a burden and quickly left.

Munchkin's escort and maid, as well as Yueyao, took the door and stood at the door, guarding their master.

The ink poured her clothes up, then carefully measured the ink poured across from her, to see that she was still a faint figure, like a fairy who had fallen from the earth, fresh and unruly.

Mo dumped his head, fairy? Oh... how is it possible that she's this grass bag, just her own bug, just flavored to kiss her own ass. Let her go east. She won't dare go west. How could she be a fairy?

“Six!” Ink leads the way and doesn't speak well.

Ink sat on the chair with a golden ring on his hand, lowered his eyebrows, and did not look at her, screaming softly: "Sister. ”

Ink leaned her eyebrows, her face hidden with anger, “Six sister can't even remember the most basic courtesy, although she knows you are stupid? ”

“Oh, what does that sister say about being a mustard?” The ink poured slowly lifted his eyes and his narrow, feminine eyes stared slightly at the ink, without a hint of temperature.

The ink poured by the ink was stunned by the attitude of the moment, then slowed down by God, angry by the heart, grabbing the sword of blood on the table, pointing to the ink poured, "Ink poured, what do you think you are? You're nothing more than a bastard than an ordinary maid. If I hadn't always protected you, you think you could have your own mansion? If I hadn't spoken well for you in front of Her Majesty, would you have safely embraced all kinds of beautiful men? ”