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

The more intoxicated and reflexed the ink, the less palatable she felt, the more she could not swallow the breath, and so she did something that did not fit her tens of thousands of years of age.

That is, chase the dove and bake it for the Dusty Spirit!

Thinking about it, Ink nodded satisfactorily, spreading a satisfied smile around the corners of her lips.

She stood up slightly lavishly, shaking and jumping from the tree. Fortunately, he held onto the trunk beside him. Otherwise, the zombie friends used to see him. He must have dropped his eyes. “The king of the hall can fall even if he jumps on a tree. It's a mystery! ”

The ink squeezed its eyes and looked around the lower area. Um, well, nobody noticed.

She's a majestic zombie.

A burp was struck and walked in the direction of a dove. After all, the dove flew slowly forward, sometimes waiting for the ink to spill, seeing her approaching, before getting up and flying again.

The glass bit the root of the bite, this is absolutely chi, the provocative, see that I was reflexed by magic, can not fly, so the girl dared to be so obvious.

Wait till I catch you, pull your fur, fold your wings, see how you fly! Then I'll roast you and feed you to the Dust Spirit!!

The ink poured darkly thinking that the foot was moving faster. Just looking at the ink of the dove chased by the sky, I didn't pay attention and hit a hug.

“Wife lord, weigh yourself down. ”

The glass just felt like the sound of heaven. It seemed like it had not heard such a wonderful sound in a long time. The drunken ink poured immediately behind the pigeon's head, hugging the warm embrace and pushing herself with no regard for how hard the person held her.

“Don't move, don't move.” The ink closed its eyes and smelled a hint of sweetness on the children of those who were embraced by themselves, a flavor only available to humans with extremely pure blood. Unlike the wind and dust spirits, there are a few other scents.

The backward ink pour of magic urgently needs to replenish the blood, not to mention the automatic delivery of this person in front of it, or is it such an excellent product? If you're not sure, it's too violent.

The ink-dyed pupil opened suddenly, crossing a bloodthirsty golden ray, two sharp fangs gradually appeared, exposed to the air, then towards the white neck, bit off.

As it was a centimeter away from its delicious neck, Ink Tilt felt only a pain in the back of his neck, then went dark in front of him and passed out.

Looking at the ink that had been knocked out by herself, the loose clouds dumped the dead holding their ink to the ground. Remove the handkerchief and wipe the spot where the ink was just touched.

“What bad luck. How did you meet this woman? ”

A black figure appeared from the dark. He knelt respectfully on the ground, “Forgive the prince, slave...”

“That's it.” Freedom clouds swing their hands, then point to the ink leak of a coma on the ground, "you know what to do! ”

“Yes." The shadow grabbed the ink off the ground, carried it on his shoulder, leaped lightly, and hid in the dark.

Take a palm with 30% of your internal strength, enough for you to consume for days.

Running clouds wiped her body disgustingly and felt her left shoulder sinking. He looked at the dove rubbing on his shoulder. "It's all your fault that you brought her here, punishing you not to eat for three days! ”