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

Feng Qing slowly lifted up the wind and dust spirits, stranded the hair for the wind and dust spirits, then quietly stayed aside.

“Extinction.” The Dust Spirit looked at the comic sky and said, “Why do you think people like you fighting for me? ”

Feng Qing, as the wind and dust spirits, looked up to the heavens, softly replied: “Because man * * * * is infinite, there is * * * * *, then there is competition, there is the war of men. ”

“The ancient cloud of man, the beginning of man, xing benevolent. ”

“That's just to trick people like you into doing simple things.” Phoenix cleared the corner of her mouth to outline the curve of ridicule, "If you were me, you'd know where in the world Xing Ben said goodness, some were just profits and uses! ”

Perhaps it was unexpected that Feng Qing would have such a sharp word. The wind and dust spirit turned their eyes to Dao Feng Qing's body, “Qing Qing. ”

Feng Qing's smile on her face blossomed and lit up the dark night, “Brother Dusty Ling, come back with me! Here, not for you. ”

He didn't want the Dusty Spirit to stay here, and he didn't want the Dusty Spirit to really marry Munchkin. Perhaps, deep down in his heart, he expects the wind and dust spirits and ink to have lovers to end up with. Though ink doesn't love him!

The wind and dust spirit looked at Feng Qing's eyes changed and changed, eventually turning his head, "Qing Qing, I promise you. But..."

He glanced at him, “I don't want to let Daddy and Dusty Ming continue to hurt my daddy. ”

“Don't worry, I'm on my own. ”

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“Princess,” Yueyao looked at the sullen ink and said worried, “If the princess doesn't want to go to the four princesses tomorrow, the slave pushed you. ”

Ink glazed at the shower in front of her, wondering what she was thinking.

“Princess, the sky is almost over. The slave went to pick up the king?!” Yue Yao tried to distract Ink Tilt, but Ink Tilt replied that she was still silent.

In that case, Yue Yao took it upon himself to assume that the ink was the default. He hurried out and instructed the slaves to come and pick him up.

Ink is now thinking about the shadow of the wind and dust spirits that have just left, how come it hasn't slowed God down. Even the ink dip doesn't know when to enter the room.

It wasn't until a long time later that Ink Tilt finally felt a little sleepy that she got up and walked over to the couch. Hey... it's really inconvenient to have a pair of human leather bags and get sleepy at night.

As soon as I lifted the quilt, I heard a delicate sound dripping into my inky ear, “Princess, you're going to sleep, I'm waiting for you to work so hard! ”

“What are you doing here?!” The ink poured in surprise, only to see that at this moment the lumps were already lying on their couches, inches and strands.

Lips twitching, eyes crying, “It's hard for the princess to forget, today is the day of the princess's sidehusbands, according to reason, I should serve, serve the princess, go to bed today! ”

This is what Daddy taught him when he was in Kaleidoscope, saying that this way, can make women feel more sorry for themselves.

If you don't say so, ink dumps really forgot a clean one, but even then, ink dumps don't have any interest in the man in front of them.

I was just trying to save him, not think about anything else.

“Yueyao.” Ink curled outward: “Send the monarch back.! ”