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

“Last night, the Third Master invited me and my other two sisters to come into the house and take us to Lord Wind and Dust's room while Madame prepares for today's marriage to Lord Wind and Dust. By the time we arrived, the Dusty Spirit had been poisoned and had been in a coma. ”

Speaking of this, Huifang is already angry, no wonder when he just kicked the car, the sound of the wind and dust spirit is so wrong, I think it must be because he was poisoned last night.

“Who poisoned the love of this palace?” Ink asked loudly.

“It is the poison configured by the Third Master, taken by Lord Feng Du Ming to Lord Feng Du Ling.” Huifang never stopped doing it. In order to be able to live, he revealed everything he knew. "Fengjia has two sons. This dusty dusty dusty dusty dusty dusty dude is the brother of the dusty dusty dusty dusty dusty dusty dusty dude. Perhaps the dusty dusty dusty dusty dusty dusty dude trusts the dusty dusty dusty dusty dude, so he does not hesitate to drink the medicine called the supplementary medicine, which is actually poison. ”

“The Third Master asked the slaves to dispose of the dusty dusty dusty dusty dusty dude who had been poisoned by the coma. The slaves pitied the dusty dusty dusty dusty dusty dude and secretly released him.” Huifang naturally has nothing to say about what they did to Feng Du Spirit. Otherwise, even if Feng Qing and Feng Du Spirit do not kill themselves, the four princesses will not spare her.

“That's not true.” Just as Huifang's voice fell, Ink poured the teacup on his hand and slammed on the floor, splashing a piece of debris. The ministers who came to congratulate naturally resemble individuals, and in this case, they are still not involved. The more you know, the harder it is for your head to protect.

After all, these four princesses once burned down a street!

“Goodbye," the ministers withdrew toward the ink.

When everyone was almost gone, Huifang continued to say: “Today, the princess is not married to the Dusty Prince, but to the son of the Third Master, the Dusty Prince. ”

Rumor has it that Mo is furious and thunderous. He grabbed Daddy's collar before going up and then slammed him to the ground. "Somebody, put this man in the heart of the snake scorpion in the dungeon. And you," Munchkin fingers on the mother of the Dusty Spirit, “the head of your family is so confused, just shut the door and reflect! ”

“Somebody, throw the man who impersonated Mr. Miyagi in jail too. ”

After everything was done, Ink dumped and saw that Ink dumped glass was still inside the hall, "Why haven't you left yet? ”

“Sister naturally has to finish her tea before leaving.” Put down the cup of tea in your hand, "my sister drank it now, naturally leaving. Sister, sister said goodbye. ”

Ink looks at the shadow of the ink leaves, and hates the itch of the teeth - this ink leaves the mind to see its own jokes. It's all the fault of the bloody people. The palace will not spare anyone who harms the wind and dust.

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“Princess,” Yue Yao Xiaobao followed by Ink Duan, “Look at the way the princess just looked, didn't you know it wasn't the wind who married the Fourth Princess long ago... wind dude? ”

Ink glanced at Yueyao, full of confusion, with a slight smile at the corner of his mouth. "From the sound he had just spoken, the palace knew that he was not a wind and dust spirit. ”

“The princess is so familiar with the wind.” Yue Yao smiled and patted her ass. Last night, she patted herself on the leg of a horse. Today she wants to make it up to her.

“So what?” There was a bitter smile in the corner of his mouth, "I didn't know he had suffered so much.

“Yueyao. ”

“Slave in. ”

Ink glazed at the distance and said softly: “On these two days, you must send someone to find the Dust Spirit. He is alone and extremely poisoned. It must be extremely dangerous. You must find him. ”

“Yes, the slave knows. ”

“Dusty Spirit, I hope you're safe.” The ink poured closed its eyes and prayed softly.

She didn't know for herself that sometime she was no different from humans and learned to pray in heaven. Even if she knew that the Jade Emperor had no time for her, she had to hope.

Feng Qingqing patted on the shoulders of the wind and dust spirits who had already shed tears, "If you want to go back to her, go! ”

“No.” After a final glance at the back of the ink, the Dusty Spirit turned around and stopped looking at the ink. He wiped the tears on his face, “I will return with you to the Phoenix dynasty. ”

……

When Ink poured back to the house, he saw Tianlang sitting in the chair of his room without inviting him. As soon as I saw the ink, Tianlang's mouth shut up. “You're all leaving, aren't you going to let me know? ”

After Yue Yao behind the ink, he saw Mu Tianlang as if he was delicate. How dare he stay here and listen to the two men's affectionate curse and hurry to prepare for the ceremony after two days of ink dumping.

“You don't always go quietly either!” The ink glanced coldly at the glance and replied.

She looked at the ink like she was angry. Afraid she misunderstood herself, she quickly explained: "I was trying to find out where the plutonite flowers are! ”

“Coagulated flowers?” Mu Tianlang said that, instead of calling the ink glass to mind, it was difficult for the two of them to retreat from the so-called coagulation flowers, if they hadn't appeared in a timely fashion.

When I saw the ink, I couldn't help but think, "Isn't that right? I spent a lot of time trying to get the plume. ”

“I heard that this plume has the effect of condensing, improving repair, and breaking through bottlenecks, so I thought about the unstable breath in your body, so that's why it's so hard to think about it, so that it can make you...”

“Stop it.” The ink poured up his hand and covered his mouth, touching his heart, "Lang, thank you for everything you've done for me. But I'd rather you take care of yourself than my fix. You have a great future. Someday, you'll fix it. There's really no need to waste so much on me. It's a waste of your talent. ”

Mu Tianlang held Ink Glass's hand tightly in his palm. He looked at Ink Glass with his eyes and left behind his constant lucidity, injustice and scripture. He said with deep affection: "Glass, in my heart, you are far more important than my life. ”

No one has said this to her in the last 10,000 years, and her orbit is inexorably wet.

“Yoo-hoo, you little wolf are upsetting my glass again!” There was a slight noise at the door that fell into the ears of both of them.

He's staring at the stranger at the door with his eyes full of red and red - this shit is bothering him again to create the atmosphere so easily, damn it.