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

The ink dumps did not expect the men not only not to flee, but also to follow the instructions of the ink dumps and not to rush towards themselves. Are they all stupid?

“Are you crazy? ”

They pushed the glass backwards and backwards for a few steps, yelling at these blouses, no, the whole man! But they kept their eyes wide open and their hands straight and poured towards the ink.

Ink spilled, in that case, don't blame me for being rude to you men! Her waist flexed backwards, avoiding a man's poison claw, followed by an ink-tilted right leg to kick the man out. And the back footsteps wandered lightly among the men, passing by, his palms hitting the men without stopping.

Soon, the inky man, the pets, lay on the ground, curled together, indicating that they were suffering from the pain brought to them by their bodies.

The ink dumps are kind of merciful to my men. It's just pure energy that hits them, it's useless.

Munchkin saw this, and she flashed a strong color on her face and smashed the vase next to her from behind the ink. Ink turned around, holding her wrist down with one hand, and a ridiculous curve appeared at the corner of her mouth, "What, you want to sneak up again? ”

“Who are you?” Munchkin wanted to free her hand, helpless, the black man's hand in front of her was like that steel, clamping her tight, so that she could not move a penny! But from the mouthfeel of the black people in front of them, they should know each other. Just... who is it?

“Humph...” Ink poured coldly, not answering her question, but kicking her directly in the knee with her foot. Ink snorted and knelt to the ground.

When she was treated like this, Ink struggled to climb up, but Ink's feet stomped hard on her calf on the ground.

“Ah-” Ink couldn't help the pain and screamed out, “Who are you and why are you doing this to me? ”

“I told you I was here for Skywalker," he said, "the strength under the ink glass feet has deepened a bit,“ the people you killed, they're beside me begging me, let me kill you! ”

“I... I don't believe in ghosts.” That's what Ink said on her mouth, but her glittering eyes betrayed her true thoughts!

“Oh, really?” Ink glazed eyes squint slightly, "some of them put on your shoulder and said to me," let me chop your shoulder off. Some are touching your face and saying to me, let me cut your face with a knife and a knife. Just like you did to them! ”

Munchkin's other spare hand kept waving, patting himself on the shoulder and face, trying to snap those ghost hands off, “No, no. Don't listen to them, you say. I'll give you as much silver as you want. ”

Munchkin was really a little scared, remembering the men who had cut their hands off and stamped them to death, and she was scared. She doesn't want no hands, no feet, no disfigurement.

“What, scared now?” Touch the ink from your arms towards a sharp blade and gently move the sharp end against the inky face.

Munchkin stared at the blade without blinking, afraid it would cut itself, “As long as you didn't hurt me, everything… everything is fine. ”

“Do you still kill people?” The ink poured around the inky neck, looking at the snowy skin, the ink poured out of the slightest interest. Because inky blood smells a stink that makes her disgust, even if it's packaged sophisticated, it doesn't hide the fact that she rots inside.

Munchkin shook his head in a hurry, but realizing that shaking his head might tear his face apart, hurriedly changed to shaking his hand, “No, no, never... never kill again! ”

At the end of the conversation, Ink felt a pain coming from the back of his neck, and the back of his eyes was dark and fainted.

The glass clapped its hands and quickly covered its nose. It stinks. Her blood is so dirty that it stinks. Zombies have the strongest sensitivity to blood, and the more pure the blood smells, the more dirty the blood stinks.

Looking at the man lying on the ground with his eyes, Mockingjay frowned again, "You're not leaving? ”

The men didn't smell it.

Ink dumps really don't -- she doesn't understand how Ink dumps them, why are they still so desperate to stay here?

Seeing as they didn't want to leave, the ink couldn't. After all, she couldn't put a knife around their neck and let them leave! People are aspiring.

She came here to avenge Ink's slapping at her. Second, to escape the clouds.

His brother died in such a humiliating manner that his birth must have been very sad. Moreover, Mo Qin continues to be happy safely and without any punishment. It must have been hard on him.

That would explain why he had just gone to him himself, and why he had not been able to see himself in closed doors.

Ink dumped herself thinking that things must be as she thought they would be. She cautioned Ink dumped herself, believing that Ink dumped herself in the future would not do anything harmful to God!

But just the next day, what happened made the ink spill go away.

As the wedding period between Ink Glass and Phoenix is approaching, Feng Qing Yigo's dust and soul is self-absorbed. He saw that the ink dump was biased against the phoenix purge. Although he did not know why the ink dump was biased against the phoenix purge, the two men were about to enter into marriage. He did not want his brother-in-law to marry him and be subjected to the white eyes and the bullying of the slaves.

It was enough that he had suffered, and he did not want Feng Qing to live the same life as he had. Therefore, the spoil and love of the wife's owner are especially important.

Early in the morning, he knocked on the door of the ink glass with his sleepy phoenix and walked straight in, ignoring people's unusual eyes.

“Wife owner.” The wind and dust spirits shouted at the ink lying on the soft couch.

At this time, the ink leaned closed eyes, long ink hair casually scattered on the soft couch, pure white with slightly transparent coat was not fastened, revealing a shiny white shoulder, making the face of the wind and dust spirits rose red, even the sleeping phoenix clear sleep was swept away, shyly low head. But still can't resist you, confusion, from time to time lift your eyes and look at the ink.

The ink tipped over, pointing its body towards the wind and dust spirits, and they lifted a tiny blindfold, “Dust and dust, what is it? ”

Due to the motion of the ink tipping over, the coat slipped off a little again, a pair of peaks shouted out, the ears of both people were shy and red.

It seemed to notice something wrong between the two. With their eyes, Ink Tilt glazed down and looked at himself. The old face, which was not red for a long time, also had some hair and tang at this time. Hurry up and pull the clothes together and tighten. But the slightly transparent coat still makes the two of them look reddish. Think about the fragrance and yan from time to time.

“Dust spirits. ”

Ink dumped the sound again, the wind and dust spirits just reacted and quickly knelt down. “My wife, my lord, forgive me... I...”

“It's cold on the ground, get up and talk.” The ink poured the caress, and after tossing it back last night, he got a little sleepy and dragged his coat to sleep.

The wind and dust spirits are a little touched, it seems that the wife still cares about him. As the slave maids say, the wife has turned to the two rulers. It was the slave maids who heard the words, and the wind and dust spirit couldn't hold on. They pulled Feng Qing over.

“Wife lord, in a few days you and your brother will be married. But there are some clothes to clean up. The clothes and jewellery for the day of the wedding have not been set up. Can you invite the wife to see them together?” The wind and dust spirits were a little frightened when they said these words, fearing that the ink poured down one of his sins.

Didn't she execute even her sweetest Otematsu that day?

“Um, okay.” Ink Tilt said yes without thinking. She couldn't bear to see the wind and dust spirits disappoint.

“Really?” The wind and dust spirit asked with surprise. After seeing the ink glass nod with certainty, she lifted Phoenix's clear hands and shook them, revealing joy.

Feng Qing is naturally also happy. Since the last time she snuck out again and sent someone to teach her three fat women to bully her that night, she didn't know until she came back. Ink Tin sent people to look for herself. The emotion was a little depressing, because after that, Inkglass sent someone to strengthen the guard and let himself no longer find a blank stop to sneak out.

After holding him for so many days, he held him back. I've always wanted to fly out!

Although this time out with ink, you just have to find an empty stop to slip away along the way. That's why he agreed that the Dust Spirit was pulling himself for ink.

When Feng Qing left the house with Ink Dust and Glass, he also made a gruesome face at the guards guarding the gate - how about, if you don't let me out, Grandpa has a way out! Hmmm...

On the sedan.

Sitting beside her, Ink Dust Spirit and Phoenix cleared the curtains next to her and looked out onto the street.

Ever since I married Ink Dust Spirit, I haven't been out of town since the last feast at the Palace. I used to practice at home all day when I was in the middle of novelty, and I never went out to play.

This time out, I was happy to see all kinds of little things and jugglers on the street. I can't help but talk to Phoenix about it.

“Princess.” Yue Yao's voice came from outside the sedan.

“What is it?” Ink glazed her eyes open and her lips gently opened.

“There are too many pedestrians on the road for the sedan to move forward.” Yue Yao continued without saying anything.

The ink poured down and asked the wind and dust spirit and Feng Qing Qing: “Would you like to walk down the sedan? ”

The two nodded in a hurry, and they were willing.

Walking is more conducive to slipping away - Phoenix steals delight from itself. And what the Dusty Spirit wants is to look at those little things up close.

There was no objection from the two of them, and Inkglass took the lead in getting out of the sedan.