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

At night, outside the palace a joyful and peaceful atmosphere, inside the palace, singing and dancing rose flat.

After three tours, the messengers were always in awe of the ink.

Apart from the Furious Dynasty, it seems that there has been an overwhelming change in the interior of their Imperial City, according to neighbours.

The first thing I thought of was the golden moon with the moonlight clouds, and it was because of her that he was forced to leave with the moonlight clouds.

When I think of it, there is a feeling of guilt in Ink's heart.

By then, when everything settles down here, the ink will surely go to the Furious Dynasty to find Gollum back.

Thinking back now, Ink glazed and saw the wind and dust beside the Princess of the Phoenix dynasty. It was just him, but he didn't glance at the ink.

Even congratulations were spoken by the princess of the Fengyang dynasty, who never said a word or two.

Ink poured boringly and got up and walked out the side door. Mu Tianlang wanted to follow, but was dragged away by the cold, "Leave her alone. ”

Tianlang looked at the back of the glass with concern and sat down again.

The ink poured into a small pavilion by a lake pool and sat down. With one hand pouring in her tummy, sometime she seemed to be inseparable, as if she were the only thing in the world that could speak emotionally.

She looked up at the sky and wondered if she could still be a fairy. She did not know how long the road would take.

But in a year or two, she's had all kinds of warmth. This feeling frightened her as well as her expectations.

Scared?! Huh... Since I hurt Nai once before, Ink Glass seems to have forgotten what it feels like to be scared.

Thinking about it, another big sip of wine.

“Why did the Queen leave so many beautiful flowers alone to drink alone here?! ”

No disguised ridicule.

Ink glazed hands held his head and looked up, his dark, bright pupils squinting slightly at the moment.

Wind and dust spirits.

“What are you doing here?” As the horse of the Phoenix dynasty, what is he doing here in the middle of the night?! Does he have a good time knowing she's not around?

“Oh... isn't the palace so big that the queen doesn't even give her neighbor a place to rest? Isn't that a little overbearing?” The Dusty Spirit smiled and walked into the pavilion, sitting directly opposite the ink glass.

The ink faded and glanced back into the bottle, pouring a glass alone, just as she was about to pick up the glass, but not when it had fallen into the hands of the wind and dust spirit.

The Dusty Spirit picked up the glass and swayed it gently for two moments, and the glassy glass penetrated the lines of the wine inside, even magical.

The narrow and beautiful eyes slightly provoked, the colored lips raised an arc, and the brilliant face did not reveal joy and sorrow.

“Is that how you drink yourself every day?” The crisp, flimsy sound gently enters the ears of the ink glass.

The ink smiled slightly, "I drink or not every day, it's none of your business... ”

Shit, after all this time, do you want to show her that his teeth have cleared up?!

“It's really none of my business, and I don't want to.” The wind and dust spirits look through the eyes of the ink and pass away in a blink of an eye. Pick up the glass and send it to your mouth.

However, the glass to the mouth cannot go any further.

'Cause I got caught in the ink.