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

Yue Yao was becoming more and more impressed with her master. She was fortunate that she had made the right choice and looked into Ink's eyes, full of pride. However, she had a question in her heart, "The Princess. ”

“Hmm?”

“Why did you stab the Grand Princess in the left eye? ”

Ink glanced at the already comatose cold, eyebrows raised, with a bit of weight on his face, but answered Yueyao's question, "Because I'm going to show her the look when people laugh at her, wouldn't that be better? ”

Yue Yao suddenly became enlightened and his heart became more obedient. The princess was definitely deeper than she thought. How tall! The doubts dissipated, and Yue Yao returned to the princess's house with Ink Glass.

“Put him on my bed, and then you go out. ”

Didn't the princess just avenge the wind? Difficult to see this man again? But he's still hurt! Yue Yao stared at the face of the ink and hung a question mark.

Ink leaned helplessly on his forehead, but he was also lazy to explain. After driving Yue Yao out of the door, he stood in front of the bed and carefully weighed the cold. Originally red demonic eyes closed tightly, long, slightly curly eyelashes shivered slightly, and the otherwise snowy skin appeared slightly pale.

Why did the ink spill bring him back because of his beauty? Of course not. Inkglass felt demonic on him, and from the moment he first appeared, Inkglass felt strong demonic. It's just that this fairy seems to have been badly wounded, that's why she was caught by a bunch of humans!

“What are you laughing at?” As soon as his eyes opened cold, he saw ink pouring at him with a smile, which in cold view was a mockery.

Glass bent down, stopped less than an inch from the cold, exhaled gas spit on the cold cheek, said faintly: “I laughed at the uselessness of this fairy, it was caught by a group of mortals and sold into the green lou to be a duck! Ha-ha-ha! ”

Before the cold raged, the ink poured away, smiling at him and asking, "Tell me, what is your purpose in the mortal world? ”

Nima, what purpose could a king have had in the world, if it hadn't been for that goddamn slang, how could I have fallen into the hands of those humble human beings? Wait, how did she know I was a fairy?

Cold, evil red eyes stared closely at the ink glass, just wanted to sit up, but unexpectedly involved the wound on his body, the pain of the prick on his shoulder made him unable to hold back and fall on the bed, his eyebrows tight, tightly grabbed the already white lips, dripping cold sweat all over his forehead.

Ink glazed eyebrows flashed a little, walked to the bed to crouch, raised his hand over the cold shoulder sword wound, the true gold qi gathered between her palms, not long later, the sword wound recovered as it had been, cold can even feel the wound in the body is gradually recovering.

The excessively drained ink tumbled onto the bed with a little sweat bead on her pale little face.

Cold eyes squinting, some incredible, why is this woman so capable? Cold enough to regain strength, he pinched Ink's delicate chin with one hand, and his dark red eyes gazed at her, "Who the hell are you? ”

“Is that how you treat the saviors who saved your life?” The weak voice is filled with a little anger, the ink glass is a little annoying, what kind of fairy is this? How dare you! It's not me. You're already dead!

Thanks for the reward, mua.!!