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

“Good plan.” The Queen watches with admiration.

From fear to joy, Mo Qin knows that she must have a way to help herself.

Mochin glazed the eyebrows, their meaning is obvious, is to find a replacement ghost, and said that the Feng Dynasty ordered it to frame the Mo Tian Dynasty, so that the Mo Tian Dynasty can exclude its own success and let the Feng Dynasty and the Fugitive Dynasty kill each other.

However, the figure of the free clouds and the phoenix has been in my mind. If that's the case, what about the two of them?

Thinking of this, Ink glazed up and called out, “Queen, son...”

The queen waved her hand and interrupted the next words of the ink, “Glass, go down first! The Empress has a question for you! ”

Ink dumped something to say, but the queen was very impatient, so she got up and left.

“Chi Chen quit. ”

As she walked away, she glanced at the ink and ink, and she clearly saw a little pride in their eyes and a little ridicule in themselves.

Retract your gaze and step out of the hall.

The night at the palace looks extraordinarily cold and uninhabitable. The ink tightened its shirt and the corners of its mouth curved with laughter. I feel cold and even a little lonely at all times. Think that you've been underground by yourself, practiced by yourself for tens of thousands of years, and didn't feel lonely. It is now lonely to walk alone.

But this flavor really keeps the ink out of hand.

“Six princesses, please stay. ”

There was a gentle sound behind her, interrupting the mockery of the ink. Turn around and look at the person you've always been, and the ink-tiltered face sinks a little.

But there was a lot of courtesy to be had, and she gave a courtesy to the people, "Xuanfei. ”

What makes Ink Glass dissatisfied with this place is to salute others and others to themselves.

“Oh... the six princesses are so polite.” Ouyang Hao Xuan smiled shallow, then approached the ink and held the ink in his hands. "Please get up! ”

Ink felt that he had temperate hands over his back, his eyebrows unhappily raised, and he retrieved no trace of his hand. “Xuanfei had nothing to say to Son Shen, and Son Shen withdrew. ”

The ink spilled and wanted to go.

Ouyang Haoxuan didn't make it so easy for Ink to leave. He grabbed Ink's hand, "Glass. ”

That call for sweet soufflé, like that freshly brewed honey, makes it impossible to pull it out. Unfortunately, he did meet a zombie who didn't eat honey.

“Hands, take, drive.” The ink-dyed pupil looked extraordinarily cold at Ouyang Hao Xuan, whose face had sunk again by three points.

Ouyang Hao Xuan had probably never seen the look of ink and glass, so she almost let go of her hand. But he wasn't really one of those little kids, so he still grabbed Ink's hand tightly and didn't let go.

“Glass,” Ouyang Hao Xuan's eyes actually had tears in them, looking at the ink glass in disgust, “are you really so indifferent to me? ”

Some husbands couldn't touch their brains. Since their possession, and this time, we've seen him twice in total. How can we talk about indifference?