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

The ink leaned firmly against her eyebrows and looked around at the layout of her bed, which really didn't seem to be her room.

She looked around the room and saw three men lying on a table not far from her bed, crooked and oblique.

Ink glazing closed his eyes, thinking back about what happened last night, but there was a glimmer of pain on his head. I only remembered myself and Lord Wang came to a place like “Wan, Huaguo”, and then...

A golden shadow appeared in the head of ink - Little Gold?!

She covered her head, and now her mind was chaotic, and she couldn't remember when she was hugging, holding the man, going up, sleeping.

But looking at the look of men's grievances, coupled with their own, frightening, physical, and hidden pain, I think it must have happened last night!

Ink dumps are not the kind of people who don't admit to doing things, take a sigh of sigh, fruit is really alcoholic, messy, last name, you are absolutely right.

“What's your name?” Ink leaned up in his clothes and asked the man.

The man beside him was humbled: "The lady can call me"! ”

“Well," the ink tipped her head slightly, then took an ingot of gold from her arms and threw it to her, “redeem herself, find a woman and marry her! ”

He glanced at the ink glass with amazement. He did not expect the ink glass to be so generous. He held the ingot gold and could not look back for a long time.

After wearing the ink, she glanced at the three men who were still lying on the table and on the ground, one of whom, in his golden coat, let her park for just one second, but only for one second.

She shook her head mocking herself. Kim was already a fairy. How could she be here? You must be dreaming!

Oh... who would have thought zombies could have dreamed.

As the ink lifted its legs and pushed open the door, Phoenix, dressed in a golden robe on the table, shuddered slightly on her shoulders, but soon returned to normal, still pretending to sleep.

“Ma'am." She sat up from the couch, hugging the quilt in front of the moon Hun, covering the spring light of Nacha, Shisei, and opened her mouth to summon the ink.

The ink stopped, turning in confusion, staring down, whispering: “What is it?! ”

“Ma'am.” She wrapped herself in a quilt, wrapped herself, lived in her body, and then rose from her couch, and ran toward the ink. In the stunned gaze of the ink, he grabbed the inked calf, and the voice begged with a hint: “Please, Ma'am, help me for my service, for your one wan. ”

“How?” The ink poured out a faint opening.

Though he thought that Inkglass had just given himself an ingot of gold so brilliantly, it might still be a bit good and pleasant for him, but he did not expect Inkglass to speak in such a cold tone, temporarily corrupted. After touching the unhappy look of ink, the eyes immediately said, "Please help me get out of here, I really don't want to stay here any longer. ”

“I... I've been poor since my childhood, and my father died early, and my mother was a gambler.” I fell into deep memories, showing fear from the inside out. "Since I was a kid, my mother would beat me up with the bamboo pole and chou of my clothes in my yard every time she lost the bet. ”

“The other day, she went gambling again and again, and I hid in the corner of the wall, and I knew that it was wind, blood, rain that was about to greet me. In the middle of the night, she came back, but she wasn't the only one, she was a few women.” I continued, “When I knew I was going to sell me to Wan, Huayou, I was not sad, but a little happy. It seemed to me at the time that life would be wonderful if I left her. ”

Speaking of which, he did not reveal a light-hearted appearance, but rather made a slight mockery, “I had no idea that this was another hell. I don't answer, customer, old, bao beat me until I'm obeyed. ”

He looked up at the ink, and Qingxiu's face was covered with tears, "You, you're my first guest, I... I want you to help me get me out of here, okay? That ingot gold will definitely end up in the hands of old bao, I still can't even redeem shen!!! ”

Honestly, it's fake for Ink to hear that he doesn't suffer here, but even if he shu himself out, can a weak man survive here? It will inevitably fall into another kaleidoscope!

If Ink Pills wants to help him shu, he will definitely help him thoroughly.

Seeing the ink pour half-witted, I thought the ink pour didn't want to say yes, didn't want to help myself. His eyes slowly dimmed and his hands slowly lowered holding the inked calf, his mute voice carrying a hint of despair, "Well, maybe that's what my life should be. ”

He slowly stood up with his shen, body and quilt wrapped around him and turned around to go back to Chuang and put on his clothes.

“I promise you.” Inkglass finally pitied him. After all, he was unwillingly drunk himself...

Hey... drinking errors, drinking errors!

When he heard the words of Ink Tilt's promise, he turned around incredibly and looked at Ink Tilt, “Are you serious? ”

“Mm-hmm.” The ink tipped slightly.

“Ahhh - great, great.” The happy hand danced and the quilt of the guo dwelling, shang, and the loose hand gradually slipped down. The young man's fine shen and ti appeared so blushed in front of the ink glass.

The ink poured quickly over the voice, which was somewhat embarrassing: “Go and put your clothes on first. ”

He also felt strange how the ink glass suddenly turned over and suddenly noticed a cold wind entering the body. He looked down and then the ink glass heard another scream.

The ink poured up my hand and my headache touched my forehead - hey... it turns out I'm a child. Are you a cow eating grass?!

Due to the fact that the ink poured against their backs and the blushing clothes on their sides, they did not notice that the fake phoenix quenching lying on the table was staring at them with a cold gaze. He did not know when to climb, climb, ink poured, chuang, nor did he know why he wanted to lie. But it's certainly not as simple as he says.

Dressed, he felt a gaze staring at himself. He looked back, and besides the ink still leaning against him, there were three drunk companions, no one else.

My eyebrows picked it out, and I looked back and dressed myself up - I would definitely make a difference, I would never live that hard life again, I would have to live better than everyone else.

Half a buzz, behind the ink, a shy sound, but unable to hide the excitement, “Miss, I've changed. ”

“Mm-hmm.” The moisture, red and long faded on her inky face, she glanced back at the wearing of her eyes and slightly turned her head.

But the occasional glamour between the eyebrows adds a lot to his overall score.

As soon as Bao saw the ink coming out, he hurriedly left the matter at hand and greeted the ink with a fake smile on his bright face. "Miss, are you satisfied last night?! ”

“Mm-hmm.” Instead of looking at her, Ink glazed at the squeak behind her and whispered, “This man, me, I want it, you bid! ”

“Miss means…”

Ink glazed her eyebrows slightly and seemed a little unhappy. She was not a talker, not to mention a patient explainer, "I'm going to help him redeem himself and say the price. ”

Old Bao looked at the ink glass with surprise, and looked behind the ink glass, but kept his head down. It was estimated that he had never seen any lady looking for,,, huan,,, work,, le, would just need one, ye, to redeem and shen for others.

But the oil slipped like hers, and since it reacted very quickly, it won't kill at this time, more so when.

The smile on Bao's face grew deeper and deeper, but he pretended to be an unsatisfactory, twisted look. "Miss, you know, it's the head and cards in our kaleidoscope, and it's a chu, too?! My..."

“Speak for the price.” The impatience of the ink interrupted the old words.

“Yes, yes, yes.” Of course, Bap saw the discomfort of the ink, “he said. ”

Afraid that Ink Pills might feel overpriced, Old and Xiao added at the end, “Last night the lady drank the wine, and last night the men's money. ”

With a shock behind the ink, he didn't expect this old, bao would be so black. The price of selling and entering the 10,000 flower palace was only 50 taels of silver, and now it is 100 times higher.

He is now somewhat worried, afraid that Ink Pills will feel overpriced and will not redeem himself for him. If he doesn't, he really wants to kill old people and bao's heart.

“Here." Anyone who knew that ink dumped was not repaid, did not feel unhappy or doubtful, took a dozen paper tickets out of their arms and threw them at old, bao.

Ink dumps are not half as popular with people who are dying for money.

Watching the ink pour so happily took out such a large amount of money, Xi's old and bao's face was almost paralyzed with laughter. He couldn't help but say to the ink pour: “Oh, what a blessing! I'm so happy to find such a good place to stay. ”

The invisible diameter of the ink glazed straight ahead, his heart was about to jump out of excitement as he rushed behind the ink glazed. He knew the ink was rich, but he didn't expect her to be rich enough to take 5,000 taels of silver and not blink. See if you're really looking for the right person.

As Ink Dumpling and Ink Dumpling walked out the door, the old man and Ink Dumpling still shouted, "Miss, please come back next time! ”