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

As soon as the ink poured out of the palace, I saw a warm stream pouring out of my heart as I eagerly waited outside the palace for my Yue Yao.

“Yueyao. ”

The opening of the glass gently summoned the sound, but did not want to shout out not only a low voice, but also like being blocked by a throat tube, dull and sour.

Yue Yao glanced at the tall face of the ink and was surprised, tears turned in his eyes. "Princess, how did you... become like this? ”

When Yue Yao said this, Ink Tin only remembered that his face was injured. Raise your hand and touch your face to feel the intense pain coming from your face. Ink Glass doesn't want to tell you what just happened. After all, that's not too shameless. No!

She smiled, "It's okay, let's go! ”

The lifting of the corner of the mouth caused pain on the face, and the painful ink leaked straight into the breath. In order not to let Yueyao worry, she walked forward quickly, not letting Yueyao see her wound, “Hurry up and go home. I... I'm sleepy ~! ”

Yue Yao looked at the clumsy act of ink and was heartbroken and a little moved. Wiped the tears off the corner of his eyes and quickly followed.

The woman of the honorable kingdom is bleeding without tears!

I don't know if it's the reason the sedan rocks around or if I'm really sleepy. Ink dumps feel dizzy, not only that, but also rolls, burns, rolls and burns on the body.

I can't even lift a hint of magic when I want to use my powers to sober myself up a little, but I can't help myself. The power in your body is like exhaustion, and now you are like a mortal.

She thought: she must have tortured herself for a day, she was beaten many times, and she used her powers again, so that she overspent her energy, thus creating hardship.

Hey... it's really troublesome to be human.

The ink poured and leaned against the soft couch in the sedan, closed his eyes and fell asleep.

After a while, Ink sat up agitated, unzipped his coat and fanned his hands hard.

It's hot. It's hot.

Yue Yao outside the sedan heard a noise and asked outside the sedan, “Princess, are you all right? ”

“No, it's okay.” The ink felt like it was getting hot, swallowing saliva, making the dry throat a little bit more comfortable, "how long? ”

“Back to the princess, soon.!” Yue Yaochu heard the impatience of the ink glass, thought that there were other wounds on the ink glass and needed to be bandaged quickly. The waitresses were also anxious to lift the sedan, and the waitresses were moving a little faster at their feet.

Not long later, Ink Tilt couldn't help but ask, "Are you there? Are you there? ”

“Back to the princess, soon. ”

The ink poured really couldn't hold, lifted the curtain, looked a few steps away from the princess house, hurriedly jumped off the sedan and flew into the princess house.

Yue Yao and the maids opened their mouths and looked at the back of the ink. Yue Yao wanted to take back the princess and other wounds, because from that flexible back, it could be seen that she had no other wounds. The princess is like this... I can't hold it anymore. Congratulations!

The ink poured quickly into the house and ran towards a small pond of his own impression.

I hadn't run to the pond yet, but I saw a pavilion first. One person in the pavilion is holding a pot of wine and drinking it "smoothly”.

The glossy white neck glowed with the silver glow of the moon and the fragrance that drowned her.

The ink poured step by step towards the pavilion, closed his eyes and smelled the smell and walked in.

“What are you doing here? ”

The distant and cold sound sobered the ink glass from the delicious “food" fragrance a little bit, of course, just a little. Soon the body will heat up uncontrollably dry, and the larynx will dry like a spray (fire).

At this point, the man in front pushed the ink and wanted to leave.

Grabbing him with a glass backhand, his hands were cold and cold, like a cold spring of water, which could quench the scorching heat on her, making her feel comfortable and constantly wanting to get close. So in the process of pulling, only a "hiss” was heard, and his collar was torn open with ink!

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