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

The ink leaned towards the ink with a sword, until the sharp blade held against the smooth, white jaw of the ink, lifted up, saw the silk bloodstain seeping out of the ink skin, and proudly continued: “I gave you everything, why are you here to give me a face? Say it! ”

The sword stabbed another point. The pain from the neck told Ink Tin. It was all true. She was actually stabbed by a ridiculous mortal with a sword against her neck. She had not been injured in 10,000 years. She was stabbed by a mortal. Oh... good, good!

“What are you laughing at?” Looking at the ink and looking at her silently smiling, the ink shuddered for no reason, and a bad hunch oil came to life.

Instead of answering her remarks, the glass stretched out a slender finger, dotted on the neck stab, glued a little bright blood stain, stretched out a small tongue and licked it. Well, is that what my blood smells like? There's no such thing as the freshness of the wind and dust.

Thinking of a man as warm as the wind and dust spirit, with two deep black holes on his face, the ink glazed eyes instantly cooled down, stared at the ink tilt, stretched out two thin fingers, then gently floated away the sword, stood up, and poured towards the ink slowly approached, until pushing her to the corner of the wall, there was no way back. She stood single-handedly against the wall, curled with ink, her eyes stained without a hint of temperature, and her body smelled cold.

Like a reaper, she pressed the ink against her breath, and the ink felt like she was going to hell, and the breath of death deeply covered her. She was trembling and afraid to look up at the ink.

Ink leaned her hand and squeezed her delicate chin, lifted it up and tucked it against her cheek. She said softly: "In the future, if you point your sword at me again, you will bear the consequences. ”

The ink tumbled down the wall slowly, falling to the ground, the collar on the back had all been wet by sweat, affixed to the skin, and the concave figure was hidden.

“Oh, right. ”

The ink poured as if it were more terrible than hearing the devil's voice. The frightened eyes looked at the ink poured gently on the chair, and the chestnut went on, not knowing what she was trying to say.

Ink Tilt was very happy to see Ink Tilt's performance now, just now she deliberately released the unique death scent of the zombie, making Ink Tilt feel the horror of death, sure, the effect has been achieved. Her mouth curled gently upwards and she said softly: "My people, anybody moves, kills, nothing, forgiveness. ”

Tao Yu stood outside the door in awe, knocking his hands constantly trembling, the guards of the two groups of men and horses looked at him so cold, Tao Yu wiped the sweat off his lower forehead, his teeth trembled, and his scalp said to the house: “The grand princess, the six princesses, the Kawai election is about to begin. You, you see, it's not time to go down. ”

I waited a long time, and I didn't see a word coming out of it. The sweat on Tao Fu's forehead was not flowing under his young cheeks, his chest collar had been wet, his legs were shaking constantly, and his legs were soaked with unknown liquid, and he could barely sit on the floor. This job is really not done by people. The two ancestors have a bad temper today. How can they even kill the guards? What bad luck am I walking today?

At the time of the outrage against Tianyu, the door opened, the grand princess looked a little pale and took the lead. The maid next to her hurried up and held him, so a solemn voice sounded, “Lead the way ahead. ”