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

The gauze slowly lowered, revealing the shadow of the two (glue) together.

When the sun was shining, the ink tilt had been worn. Sitting quietly on the edge of the soft bed, the slender fingers slid across Nai stranger's cheek, then bowed down and stamped a shallow kiss on Nai stranger's lips.

Long, puffy lashes twinkle gently, and a pair of dark, bright eyes appear in front of the ink. Thinking about last night's seeds, I couldn't help but make Nai stranger's face blush and softly call out: “Glass. ”

“Ha...” Seeing as Nai stranged, Ink Tilt couldn't resist a gentle bite on his lip before reluctantly moving away.

Naiyu noticed at this time that the ink was already worn, and his eyes were so dark, "Glass, are you leaving now? ”

“Well, there seems to be movement over there.” The ink poured softly.

“Well... be careful.” At this time Nai strangers are like ordinary mortals, making the smile on the corner of Ink's lips more intense.

Opening the door, Yue Yao quickly greeted him, "Princess. ”

“But is there movement there?” Earlier this morning, Ink Glass heard Yueyao walking around the door in a hurry, wondering if it had anything to do with coldness.

“Back to the princess, slave incompetent.” Yue Yao Putong knelt down again, "the servants sent to spy on Miss Leng Mei's whereabouts are unknown. ”

The smelling ink glazed eyes were so heavy, so cold, there were ghosts.

“Where is she now?” Ink dumps asked.

On her knees, Yue Yao kowtowed her head and replied respectfully: “In the early morning, I saw Miss Cold Out of the house and sent someone to follow her. However, only the person who followed him this time was afraid that his life would be saved. ”

The ink peeled and left quickly after dropping the phrase "guard the house”.

Yue Yao Yi followed the ink glass together, but the helpless ink glass left too quickly and blinked and disappeared. This made Yue Yao feel emotional again, “The princess's martial arts are getting more refined, I'm afraid she won't need me in the future, too. No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no ”

Thinking about it, Yue Yao's face showed determination.

Besides, Ink leaned out of the house, and she flashed into an unmanned alley. After seeing the left and right, she closed her eyes and changed her hands back and forth, muttering to herself.

Soon, the ink slammed open its eyes again, and its eyes turned sharply south (shooting).

In order not to be eye-catching, the ink glass was subjected to stealth as usual, followed by a rapid movement towards the south.

Halfway through, Ink smelled a hint of blood, his eyebrows flickered, temporarily stopped chasing the cold, but followed the bloody smell to find the past.

In a remote corner, something wrapped in a linen bag was thrown around the corner. Silk bloodstains came out of the inside, ink poured forward, hands gently waved up, bag of grey smoke extinguished. Then (exposed) the person inside, the face is completely non-existent, bloodstained, can only determine the identity of this person by embroidering a “protective” word from the corner of the person's eyes.

Mockingjaw wants to be the one who sent Yue Yao to spy on the chilling!

If I hadn't seen it with my own eyes, Ink Pills would never have believed that coldness would be cruel.

A golden red light swept through the ink-dyed pupils and a cold look south - chilly, the king wants to see what you really want?! How dare you move dirt on this zombie king's head?

I saw a tiny glimmer of gold and left here. But before the ink dumped away, the ink dumped a fireball technique, burning down the victim's body. The glass just wants her to rest, not rot here.

As such, ink dip has been tracking the spell, tracking the chill with the breath left by the chill.

At last, as the sky darkened, Ink Glass saw the demon's red shadow in front of her and followed her behind.

Looking around, he looked cautiously and stopped in front of a big tree.

She closed her eyes and gently read a spell in her mouth. Surprisingly, after a cold nostalgia, the tree burst into the roots of the clouds and suddenly “burst” and slowly opened.

Afterwards, she walked in cold. In order to find out what kind of medicine this cold gourd was selling, it was certainly impossible for Ink to let go of this opportunity. She followed the cold and chased in.

Just after the ink poured into the tree, the tree door slowly summed up. The ink poured out a slight sigh of breath and whispered - so risky, it almost didn't come in.

When the glass glanced up again, it was found that there was still a cold figure in front of it, leaving only a lonely, dark corridor in front of the glass, stretching to the unknown place.

Isn't that an illusion? The ink-tiltered eyebrows slightly crept up, and although the tree did look huge, she came in from the bottom. If it were to extend into the tree, there would never be such a long walkway.

Then there is only one possibility: illusion formation. There's a phantom formation here.

Ink is inexorably a little annoyed, just rushed in, forgot to think about this possibility (sex). Now think about it, for fear that the cold is actually deliberately luring yourself here.

She had long found herself suspicious of her, which was why she was so indifferent to killing the people watching her, one by one, and in such a cruel way that she had not destroyed the remains.

The purpose is for the ink to be discovered, and the purpose is to introduce the ink to this illusion array. If that's the case, the ink is afraid to let her go.

Even though the cold knew that it might blame itself, the ink dumps were irrelevant.

Return your thoughts and carefully measure the surrounding area. This corridor is only one person's width, and every metre a moonstone illuminates the surrounding area.

Ink poured slowly one step forward, she did not know enough about phantom arrays, she only knew that any array of laws had its weaknesses, just find the weaknesses in the array and break them.

Just like the last time, they were stuck on their way here, passing a mountain, and they couldn't get out. And the weakness at the time was that round of the sun, as long as it was broken.

So what the ink is going to do now is take a closer look around, browse everywhere with your mind, and just find the weakness of the formation.

But it looks like it's a wreck, because Inkglass stayed here for so long, and no attack came.

But the ink still doesn't have time to spend here, and she doesn't know whether to look at herself cold outside in the cold, or whether she has something else to do. If she only wanted to use this moment to trap her, and she did something else important, Indra would be reluctant to see such a result.

Moonstone's faint afterglow lightly illuminates that tiny spot, and the ink slides past and takes away a shadow.

The more the ink poured down the corridor, the more impatient my heart became. Everywhere around her, she didn't even notice a glimmer of bloom. Instead, her heart became more and more unstable, and her eyebrows were a little impatient.

I don't know how long I've been walking like this, looking up at it, and it's still a dark corridor where I can't see the exit. The ink poured in his eyes and punched him in the side wall with his hands up.

“Boom” sounded, leaving traces of ink-tiltered fists on the wall. Slightly frowned, she picked up a moonstone from the ground and placed it next to the wall she had just smashed, with a deep mark on the wall as if talking about what the ink had just done.

The harder the ink looks - this illusion is so realistic, even her random punch is clearly printed on the wall, and it's not automatically healed.

The last time they were in a phantom array, they hit something, and it went right back to normal, because the phantom array itself was set up. And at this moment, it's not healing.

And looking at the moonstone in your hand, you're shining a weak light in your hand. Even this moonstone can be held in her hand, so... did she enter the phantom formation?!

Hard to speculate before is wrong, in fact she did not enter the phantom array. And indeed, this is just a corridor.

Perhaps Cold fled through this corridor while he was stunned when he first came in!?

The more the ink poured, the more likely it was, the more she couldn't care less, so she rushed forward, rushing forward at her fastest speed.

So, after a long time, when the ink gasp stopped, I looked up in front, and it was still a dark corridor with no exit.

There is a sense of horror and gloom.

The ink pour was almost insane, and the feeling at the bottom of my heart was getting worse and worse, almost catching the mumps.

According to theory, Inkglass's mind has been relatively calm, but since entering here, an unknown feeling of irritability has gradually spread in my mind. What's going on?!

Ink couldn't even think of it, so she hit the wall next to her with an angry punch. It's just... where the fist touches, it seems to have a tingling sensation of silk.

Looking up, the ink was even more astonished - isn't this where she just punched? What, how did she get back here?

Ink Tilt, she promised she would never go back, she was a runner. But what about the marks on this wall, even the shape she just waved, the fine stones are the same.

What's going on?!

Suddenly an idea emerged in Ink Tilt's head, which made Ink Tilt shock cold sweat, and if so, he could have really almost gotten himself into a cold plan.