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

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

'Cause I got caught in the ink.

The wind and dust spirits glanced at the ink and pulled their hands against their mouths again, still holding the thread. After a few times like this, the wind and dust spirits got angry.

“Let go. ”

“This is the wine I poured. ”

White faces are drinking-dyed with a touch of peach red, adding a touch of colour to the moonlight.

“Let go. ”

“This is what I poured.” Once again, ink dumps reiterate one side, and the expression is incredibly serious and serious.

If the wind and dust spirit didn't dare to confront Ink Glass like this before, she could drink it for her. But now, after looking at the men next to the ink, whom he had never met, his heart seemed to be stuck in a breath, and he couldn't resist.

“Not loose. ”

Shit, he fucked her, didn't he?

Ink glazed heavily, his other hand held the waist limb of the wind and dust spirit, looking at the person in his arms, Ink glazed open his mouth and smiled, “You won't let me drink it myself!? ”

The wind and dust spirits had already regretted the silk when the ink peeled down, but then the ink peeled against his waist, and the regret was filled with anger and grievance.

“Ink, you let go of me. ”

If she wants to hold him, should he give her a hug? Though there is so little expectation in his heart, he, he is not the former soul of the wind and dust, let her not want it. Hmmm...

But no matter how the Dust Spirit struggles, it can't break the embrace of ink.

“You, if you don't let go, I'll scream.” The wind and dust rushed, and he regretted it after he said it.

What if, if she's really loose, what's he gonna do? Leave!?

Didn't he come here just to see her?

Just as the wind and dust spirits were thinking, suddenly he felt his lips covered with a soft rub. Cold and cold, but with unwarranted hegemony. Makes the wind and dust spirits feel incredibly familiar, which frightens him a little.

Afraid of it all or dreams, there will always be a day to wake up.

He closed his eyes and enjoyed the cold warmth coming from the ink.

At a moment when the wind and dust fainted, the corner of the ink-tilk glass mouth rose slightly, and the cloudy eyes flashed a sly color. The remaining hand grabbed the glass in the hands of the Dusty Spirit and drank it down.

“Ink, you...”

The face of the wind and dust spirited by the ink shows a blossoming colour due to anger, adding a touch of colour.

Ink licked the leftover drops of liquor at the corner of his lip, squinting his eyes, staring at his wind and dust spirit, grinning at the corner of his mouth, lifting his hand and squeezing the face of the wind and dust spirit, said: "Well... you seem a little cuter in this dream. It used to be cold and faint, ignoring me. ”

The look on your mouth is especially cute, but the silk in that tone complains about the rhythm!?

And what does she mean by "you in this dream”? Did she dream of herself more than once?

Thinking of this, the heart of the Dusty Spirit suddenly beats violently. Something seems to break out of the shell again.

For so long, I miss love, it's all falling apart, the Dusty Spirit takes the initiative to embrace the lumbar limbs of Ink Tilt, “Do you like me? ”

The ink poured first and laughed, "You're more proactive than usual in your dreams today. I don't like you! ”

I don't like it.

The Dusty Spirit's head was blown away. What did she just say? She said she didn't like him! He made love to himself again, didn't he?

………

Just as the Wind and Dust Spirit wanted to let go, the ink poured backwards and held him, and a clear, low voice passed into the ear of the Wind and Dust Spirit.

“I don't like you, but I love you. ”

“Dust Spirit, stay with me and don't leave me, okay? ”

Half a noise, the ink poured over his shoulder as he fell asleep, hidden to hear a sound, "Okay. ”

……

The next morning, the ink poured slowly awakened.

She rubbed her swollen temple, got up, and when she was ready to get up, her hands seemed to touch a smooth skin.

The ink turned its head and looked over, shocked instantly.

She rubbed her eyes and determined that the dream before her was not a real person. After that, the zombie king of the hall, the king of the hall stood up and even took two steps back.

pointing to the man lying on his bed, "You, you, you...”

“Me, me, me. What's wrong?” The man on the bed raised his head and his white and tender skin appeared in front of the ink.

“How did you end up in my bed? ”

The ink poured was the zombie who was experiencing the big wind wave, and she quickly settled down, her face recovered as usual and her mouth was faint.

But the slightly red face betrayed her true mood at this moment.

“Did the Queen forget about last night?” The smile on the face of the Dusty Spirit grew deeper. It's so cute when it comes to ink.

“What is it?” She doesn't remember.

“Isn't it the Queen who forgets something so important?” Feng Du Ling's face gradually became a little unhappy.

Important?!

The glassy gaze toward the wind and dust spirits, the sight touching the beautiful face of the wind and dust spirits, the white neck and the delicate clavicle, none of it penetrated what happened last night.

The atmosphere in the room does not seem to have dissipated.

Mo glazed at Feng Du Ling for three seconds and said, “In that case, then you will be mine. Don't go back to the Phoenix dynasty to do the so-called horse, I am absolutely forbidden. ”

Rumor has it that the wind and dust have beamed down.

“Are you… so hard not to doubt me?” The Dusty Spirit looked at the ink with dismay.

Ink leaned her lips and smiled, "Even if you just lied to me, you can't regret it now. You're my wife now, and you can't run away. ”

Somehow, the wind and dust spirit suddenly had the feeling of being sold.

He's the one who wants to tease her. Why is it the other way around?

Ink poured out her clothes and continued to the wind and dust spirits: “I went to the upper realm first, and the concubine stayed in my bedroom. If you want to go out and find your so-called princess, don't bother. You can't find her! ”

Speaking, a slight smile appeared on the corner of the lip of the ink, and the tone of voice was not allowed to beak. Until the ink poured away for a long time, the wind and dust spirits slowed God down and he was put under house arrest by ink poured?!

But why is there a slight delight in it?! So much so that he was addicted to ink?!

Messengers from all over the country bid farewell.

With an indifferent and alienating smile on her face, Ink said some of the words Li Jing taught her.

“Queen, did you see the horse in the palace?” The Princess of the Phoenix dynasty looked anxious, as can be seen from the blue eagle beneath her beautiful eyes, she must have searched all night last night.

It just prevented this from being the Mo Tian dynasty, didn't dare to preach. Today is the day of her return. If she can't find the Dust Spirit yet, how can she tell her brother when she returns?

Though Feng Du Spirit is her nominal horse, Feng Du Spirit's faint and dusty figure has long been deeply engraved in her heart.

Ever since the party last night, the Dusty Spirit said he went out for a breeze, he hasn't gone back.

She really regrets it. How could she let him go out alone for a breeze? She should be with him.

“Horse?” Ink glazed her eyebrows slightly and looked at the Princess of the Phoenix dynasty.

“Back to the queen, exactly. ”

Ink glazed low, fingers gently over the gold ring on his hand, careless opening: “The princess can't even watch the horse, and also ask in front of the imperial hall, the hall is the place of the council, isn't the princess a little too much? ”

One word blushes the face of the Princess of the Phoenix dynasty.

After a pause, Ink Tin continued: “Perhaps your country's horse returned early. ”

The indifferent attitude, however, is the tone of the beak, so that the Princess of the Phoenix dynasty will not have the courage to object at all.

Thinking about it doesn't rule it out.

Mindful of this, she threw her fist at the ink and apologized, then withdrew.

Standing next to the glass of ink, Yue Yao sweats coldly. She saw the wind and dust dust dude in the queen's bedroom last night with her own eyes, and hasn't left for the night.

What happened during the night Yue Yao dared not say, but definitely did not return home early, as the queen said.

Her Majesty, I admire her for being so good at lying right now.

After sending out the messengers, the ink was also tired and came to the dormitory on a sedan.

The wind and dust spirits were already dressed up and sat with their eyes stunned by the bed, not knowing what to think.

Mockingjay waved his hand, indicating that the waitress slaves around him retreated before slowly walking closer to the wind and dust spirit.

Looking at the living in front of him, the ink glazed over a smile, white fingers through the ink of the wind and dust spirits, smooth as silk.

“Think about what? ”

The wind and dust soul heard the ink leaning, Nane raised her head, and her beautiful eyes looked at the ink leaning for a long time, and her thin defamatory lips moved, “Gone? ”

Of course, Mozilla knew that the Dust Spirit was asking the Princess of the Phoenix Dynasty if she had left.

But listen, it's still a little hard on me.

The laughter beneath her eyes gradually wandered, recovering as usual, with a faint opening, "Well, let's go. ”

“Oh.”

After all, the wind and dust spirits are down there again, not knowing what to think.

She sat beside him, playing with the inky hair of the Dusty Spirit.

“Glass.”

“Hmm?”

“Do you mind?” The Dusty Spirit thought about it, or Noah spoke. Not at all like in the morning.

Ink slammed his hand and hung that indifferent, alienating smile on his face, "Mind what? ”

The wind and dust soul's eyes dimmed, "I... I used to. ”

The sight fell on the exposed arm of the wind and dust spirits, on which the original vermilion mole disappeared sometime. The eyes on the bottom of the eyes shook slightly and then retracted their eyes.

“Never mind." Mo dumped the pity on the cheek of the Dusty Spirit, continuing: “At first, it was my fault, it was none of your business. ”