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

“Man sucks the blood of a demon, he becomes a demon.” Cold and deliberate to scare ink, but cold words just fell, he felt the pain of silk bones coming from his neck.

The cold felt the rapid loss of blood and spiritual power in his body, then fainted in front of him, holding his hand on the bed to prevent him from falling from weakness.

“Mm-hmm... it tastes good.” The ink rubbed the blood on the corner of his mouth, marveling.

The cold looks at the ink like a stranger, "Are you a zombie? ”

“You only know?” Ink dumped a big white eye into the cold, looking a little reluctantly at the cold.

What a stupid fox, like Tianlang knew it.

But, by the way, this fox smells really good. The blood is pure, sweet and even more than the taste of celestial blood. Of course, by far, the best blood tasted by the ink has been wind and dust.

And after consuming the cold blood, the wounds that had previously been reversed in the body have disappeared, and even the spiritual power in the body is hidden in the upward trend.

Suddenly, the ink seemed to understand something.

She grabbed the cold hand and had a delight in her eyes that could not be covered up.

She understands. She understands. The Jade Emperor asked her to find the seven qing6;yu, which means the seven people who represent joy, anger, sorrow, fear, love, evil and desire respectively.

Together, according to Naiju and Go-ju, Go-ju is one of them. And the ink poured into the blood of Gollum can also feel this full of power, so the cold before her is that so can the heavenly lantern, and the free clouds, the wind and dust spirit. They're the seven people they're looking for, five of them.

To think that here, the ink poured in the excited hand dance, did not in any way put the cold in front of the eyes.

Cold watched his hands gradually tend to become like furry claws, then touched his neck, a faint trace of what had just happened, a pair of red red red eyes gradually sunk down, his hands will pinch the neck of ink glass, cold voice: “Whether you are a zombie or a human, this king can bite the king, you are the first person. ”

“And then what?” Ink glazed eyebrows and stared unhappily at the cold. The bite he had just bitten was a punishment for keeping the candle fire in his room at will.

But now, the ink glimpses a cold hand strangled around his neck, and a bloodthirsty smear in his eyes.

She is not afraid of the cold in front of her now that the cold, blood-soaked ink spills are two people long ago and the “Power of the Handless Chicken” ink spills just now.

“Either die or... marry this king.” Speaking of which, there was a blush on the cold face here.

The ink tip did not notice the cold colour of the god, and the ink stained eyes flashed with ridicule, "You mean to kill me? ”

Of course not.

The cold almost came out, but think about it, if you say so, you might look like you're upside down. So he sat upright, facing Ink Tin, and said, “The king has taken you for a while. ”

“Take me?” Is this going to kill her or not? Ink leans confused. This fox is strange. He's not a Taoist. He wants to take her?

The coldness of the rumor strangely lowered his head and nodded shyly, “Hmm. ”

Damn it, this fox is so bold, I don't know how to take her. He still sees her as the woman with the power of the unbound chicken.

“Humph...” The ink poured cold hum, learning the way it was before the cold, slim fingers covered the cold neck, gradually locked, cold voice: “Just because you still want to take me? ”

The cold was obviously unexpected that the ink glass would behave like this, his eyes stagnated, “You...”

Is she really in love?

“How about me?” The ink leaned cold, “the palace told you," if you want to take me in, see if you can do this? ”

“Good work?” The cold also recovered before condensation, he hummed softly, "rumors have it that the zombie clan is mysterious and feeds on blood, which is the coldest thing in the world. Oh... I didn't think..."

Slightly pick your eyebrows and wait for the cold to continue.

“I had no idea you were such a zombie.” Cold and cold, suddenly he pressed the ink against his shen with a thunder that could not cover his ears, "If you so requested, the king would not fail to satisfy you. Let's see if the king has the ability to do this. ”

“You... spread out.” The corner of the glass mouth pulled out a few times. That's not what she meant at all, okay? This fox's ability to understand is too abstract, okay?

“If you don't spread out, I...”

Before the ink is finished, a soft tongue slips gently into the cold mouth of the ink glass, wrapping and wrapping the ink tongue together, slowly allowing suction.

The ink poured was just crazy. How could this fox have so much energy? She sucked a lot of his blood, okay? How could he still have the strength?

“Well... you...” The hand that the ink leaned against the cold neck slipped behind him, instinctively hugging him.

Her move allowed her cold eyes to squeeze and her eyes to slip away with a faint smile.

The hand slipped into the shirt, which had just unraveled, and the wide palm gently rubbed and rubbed against the smooth skin of the ink.

Then slowly upwards, reaching behind the ink glass, tied her behind her belly, her pockets gently untied. When the ink glass thought he still had the next step, the cold corner of his mouth smiled with a smile, loosened the ink-tiltered cherry tongue, put his belly and pockets on the tip of his nose, and gently sniffed. "It smells so good on you," she said. ”

“Cough...” Ink Tilt is dying of her own saliva, will she say that she just accidentally drowned in a cold kiss?!

The heavenly kiss carries a kind of hegemony, the wind and dust spirit kiss carries a shameful tenderness, the golden guy doesn't talk, and the cold kiss, gently carries possession, letting the ink pour into the indulgence, don't want to come out.

Hearing the chilly belt twitch, a red faint appeared on the white face of the ink, then he leaned over and quickly snatched the red, belly and helmet from the chilly hand. "I didn't expect this fox of yours to be so active. ”

“Haven't seen a woman in too long? Is that why you're so impatient?” The ink spills are what some people are. In a moment, they recover their original color, and the words mock the cold belt.

Cold didn't care. The smile on her lips grew deeper and deeper. "Since I met you, I've been thinking about you. Other women are not in the mood to see you. ”

This self-derision with confession makes the ink inexorable.

“Then why didn't you say goodbye?” Did Ink Think about her when she saw him and Tianlang behind Ink at the Palace banquet before? And make her room look like a chicken coop. At least she's the Zombie King for a long time.

When she's a three-year-old, is she so easily deceived?

Cold enough to know why she hadn't seen the woman in front of her a few times, but her words and actions and smiles were deeply imprinted in her mind. She was jealous, angry, shy, delicate, etc., every expression, every deity, every move made him crave it.

He even felt that he had been around for so long that he tried to cultivate himself so that one day he could meet the woman in front of him.

He exists for her.

Although this statement is somewhat exaggerated, that's what the cold hearts really think at the moment.

“Are you jealous?” Cold grinned and raised the corner of his mouth close to the ink glazing eyes, stopping an inch from the ink glazing, eyes like rubies staring deep into the ink glazing.

Ink reached out and pushed the cold away, the warm, obscure atmosphere swept away, and she said, "Who's jealous, I'm angry, angry, you know? ”

“Tianlang returned at least, but you?” The ink poured somehow, and the ghost made the word out lousy.

“If that's what you're doing, it's really my fault. That day, after the Battle of Heavenly Lantern, I messed up your room, afraid you'd get angry, and then we were on a beam outside the princess's house. But I didn't want to be discovered by Mo Tianlang, who sealed all the spiritual power in me before I could. I can't even speak. ”

Cold and grievous, Inkyrus remembered that at the Palace Banquet, Cold and grudgingly looked at himself, but didn't say a word. Mu Tianlang, really... I don't know if the ink is funny or funny.

“Then the ink poured ready to lighten me up, and it was Mu Tianlan who saved me. Later we went back to the Dark Forest together, threatened me with a snow fox in my family to give him before he could unwrap my spiritual seal. I said yes if I couldn't help myself.” Cold as it sounds here, his eyes swept away.

Speaking of which, the ink is probably clear, "Is that the snowy fox? ”

“Exactly.” Cold continues: “Snowy foxes are a very rare vein of my people, and there are a handful of them in the family. So Tianlang is trying to break the pulse of our family, and the mother's snow fox is even less pathetic, but she is not the mother. ”

The cold thought of what Tianlang looked like at the time made his teeth tickle.

Cough... the corner of the ink pouring mouth smoked, which actually suits the nature of the celestial glasses.

“Chilling is the most knowledgeable thing in our family, she went to Tianlang by herself. But Tianlang did not cherish it at all and killed her.” The cold surrounds this fierce slaughter.

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