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

“Well, this regeneration is an ancient spiritual flower, and it's not easy to grow one in this mortal world. The second one is impossible, even in the Immortal Realm, and this regenerative flower is hot. So by now, the guy hasn't used up the regenerative flowers. That is why we have this opportunity.” Naiyu said.

“The cold...” The glass stopped.

Nai rubbed the head of the ink glass gently and said softly: “Don't worry, the cold is safe now. ”

“Um, okay.” The ink tipped up my hand and wiped the blood off my stranger's mouth, "so now that you're taking care of it, I'm going to talk to Cold and see if there's any way you can get back to it as soon as possible. ”

“No.” Nai stranger grabbed Ink's hand and said seriously to Ink's face: “Glass, don't believe in the cold. ”

The rumored glassy hearts are suddenly shocked. If they are wary of coldness, it may be due to their ethnic hostility over the years. But why would Naiju say that?

Seems to see the misgivings on the bottom of the ink, Nai stranger said: “I suspect the cold falls as cold as it is caused by the cold. ”

The ink poured cold on the bottom of her heart, revealing a strong defilement on her face, and she said, "No, it's not cold, it's me. It was that day that I was fascinated by my mind. I almost drained the cold sperm of blood. I caused him to do this. Not cold. ”

“Idiot.” Naiyu rubbed her ink and tilted her hair, "You stopped it in time, I think, the cold should still be perceptible, right? ”

Mockingjay recalled the scene at the time, and the chill did not pass out immediately, but rather said two words to her before she went to sleep.

Seeing as Ink Dinner didn't speak, Naiyu continued, “Although your spiritual energy was extremely expensive that day, it wasn't completely empty, and the cold blood, you sucked most of the time, your body should have gradually recovered, then you are aware. That's why I let go of the cold. ”

“If that were the case, the cold might have just fainted, not the way I saw it. ”

Naiquiri's words shocked the ink, and she never thought there would be another situation like this.

But isn't it cold to be a cold-blooded chief? And the cold is not far away to find the cold, even for the cold, but also to fight the death.

Cold, cold. Can you really do it?

But if what Nai strangers say is true, the cold mind is so deep, it's chilling.

“I get it.” Suddenly Ink Tilt stood up and said to Nai stranger, “stranger, you rest well, the cold things, I make my own decision. ”

Naiyu said something more, moved her lips, didn't say it after all, just nodded with a smile and gave ink to lean out of the door.

As soon as I stepped out of the door, the ink poured out to Yueyao, who had been waiting at the door: “Send someone to keep an eye on the cold, be careful. ”

“Yes." Yue Yao ordered, then went down to arrange the manpower.

Glass looked up at the sky, still the star of the sky, but she was not in the mood for that day's ease, some just heavy.

Thinking of her first man in the dust, the clouds swept away, and the corners of her mouth were filled with a faint smile.

But now she doesn't want to let the free cloud get involved in her affairs, so she can only be cold about the free cloud.

In the next time, Mu Tianlang suddenly became like a different person, and he ran to Nai strange's room with enthusiasm. Of course, Indra never told anyone about the sober things, so Indra also pretended to fall asleep.

On this day, Mu Tianlang came to Nai stranger's room again. As soon as he entered the room, he saw Ink Glass sitting at the table in the room, looking at what book.

“Glass, when did you get here?” He rubbed against the ink glass and asked with enthusiasm.

“Uh... unintentionally.” Inkglass handed over the book in his hand to Mu Tianlang and continued: “But it's strange that two people actually need such flexibility (xing) to practice martial arts. It doesn't look like human martial arts can be practiced! ”

The ink poured and sighed.

He glanced at it and smoked it in the corner of his mouth. He grabbed the album from the ink and stuffed it in his arms.

“Hey, why are you robbing my book?!” The ink-tiltered eyebrows stared at Tianlang and tried to snatch the book from Tianlang's hand.

Mu Tianlang looked down, "Where did you get this picture? ”

“I saw it passing through the garden.” The ink dump was also made a little serious by the look of celestial glasses, answered.

“Do you know what this is?” Mu Tianlang continued.

“Isn't it a book of human martial arts practice?” Ink poured back, but when I saw the look on Tianlang's face, it looked like I understood something and his face turned red.

"You know now?" he said, glaring at the back of the ink, his eyes twitching slightly and his blue eyes glowing warmly. ”

“This kind of album was left in the garden.” The ink poured overhead and said with a little anger.

Smile softly, “Glass... why don't we practice the ‘kung fu’ in there? ”

He found that he was becoming more and more fond of the shy look on Ink's face, like that ripe apple, which he couldn't help but want to bite.

“No.” Ink refused without thinking.

“Why?” Tianlang glanced slightly, with a dangerous breath in his tone, staring at the ink.

“Cough…” Ink's glazed eyes glanced unknowingly toward Nai, lying on a soft bed.

With a smile on his lips, his hands gently covered the slim lumbar limbs of the ink, then pulled towards his xiong (front), so that the body (body) of the ink was firmly attached to himself, his thin lips compacted to the ear of the ink, with a hint of seduction, said: "Is my little glass because of him? ”

Glass raised her hand to push away from Tianlang, but the characteristic smell of man (xing) emanated from Tianlang's body attracted her, and even her hands gradually lost strength. When it was pushed onto Tianlang, it was long ago turned into (yu) refusal.

“If it's because of him, it doesn't have to be. Anyway, he's just like a dead man now.” Tianlang said, his hands had slowly probed (into) the inky shirt (inside) and covered the smooth skin.

“Bang” sounded, covered his head, looked around Zhang, shouting, "Who the hell hit me in the head with something!? ”

Ink smiled without saying a word. On this occasion, she hurried out (chou) to stay away from the sky.

“Glass... did you see who was messing with my stuff!?” Covering his head, he grieved. No wonder the duck flew away like this.

The ink opened its eyes and shook its head with its mouth, indicating that it did not know.

He looked all around the room, and there was only one stranger in the room, besides him and Ink Tin, who fell asleep and did not find the presence of anyone else.

Watching Ink Tingling hold his mouth and smile, Ink Tingling thought it was really Ink Tingling's prank. He reached out and hugged (lived) the lumbar limb of the ink and held it in his arms. He lifted his hand and gently scraped the nose beam of the ink and said, "My little glass, what can I do if you are so naughty!? Why don't you... use your body to compensate for the skinning you just did!? ”

Not really.

Ink tilted his eyes and glanced at a stranger lying beside him on a soft couch. He could carry a black pot for himself.

“What are you looking at that living zombie for? I look so good, look at me.” Tianlang saw the look of the ink glass on Nai stranger's body (on top). He had to sink his face, straighten the ink glass face, and muttered.

As soon as the ink poured back her gaze, she noticeably saw the corner of Nai's stranger lying on the soft couch smoking.

In order for the ink-tiltered mind to be on itself, the glazed lips touch the ink-tiltered cold lips without warning, the flexible tongue (head) opens the ink-tiltered teeth with ease and skill, hooks (up) the powdered (tender) little tongue of ink-tiltered glass, wrapped (around) together.

Suddenly, Tianlang felt what hit his back of the brain, and the intense pain shocked Tianlang's senses for a moment.

He screamed painfully, then his eyes twitched, and his blue eyes were filled with silk, “Glass, you're so naughty. If you're so heavy right now, I won't have to wait. ”

In order to prevent the ink from “sneaking up” on him again, Tianlang single-handedly clamped the hands of the ink, then the other hand directly covered (on) the peak in front of the ink glass (xiong), rubbing (pinching) with (force), the ink glass eating pain sound.

“Look how naughty you are.” The warm breath sprayed on the face of the ink, but his voice had not yet set, and the back of his brain had been hit by something. And even more painful than the previous two times, Tianlang finally got angry.

“Ink, lean, glass. Are you willing to beat the crap out of me?” Tianlang looked angrily at the ink.

But looking at the way the ink was holding its laugh, Tianlang felt something was wrong.

Ink's hands were grabbed by him, and it was theoretically impossible for a third hand to come out and hit him in the back of the head. Who would that be?

Mu Tianlang stood up and looked carefully at everything around him. If someone or a monster were here, he could feel it.

But why doesn't he feel that someone else has entered or left the room or that demon, if he has not reached the realm of the divine indoctrination of the method power, it is...

At last, the eyes of Tianlang fell on Naiwei, lying on a soft bed with her eyes closed tightly.

Although he had previously personally identified that Nai was severely injured, it was almost difficult to wake up. But the only person here besides him and Ink Tin is Nai Niang.

At this time, there is no other speculation but Naiyu.