"Also, the flint explosion of the Yeti clan was just an accident, but the patriarch of the Yeti clan robbed Solomon's queen, and the queen cried so sadly, please let me create chaos and let her escape. You and I have been here for so long, and you also know that I am a kind person, of course I will help. ”

The candle flame in the temple was extinguished suddenly, and the only old attendant was surprised and changed his posture to doze off.

Ansbeth said boringly: "You are an angel, what do you sleep on? Be careful not to be assimilated by humans." ”

Sang Yangsha didn't answer, too lazy to argue with his crooked reasoning, but An Shibai wished that he would argue, and said tentatively: "Have you slept?

No one responded······

Ansbeth was so happy that he turned his head, but he thought he was tired of him, and rushed out in a hurry!

"Alas!!" The temple has a strong barrier, and An Shibai can't get out at all with a soul.

The soul didn't feel the pain, but the feeling of being knocked on a crooked head was really bad, and An Shibai was a good young man who loved face, so he had to twist his crooked head back and grit his teeth at the statue high in the hall.

Hmph, wait, as long as I can get out, I won't reveal your true colors!

When the Sui woke up, they felt like someone had removed and reattached every inch of bone, and it was painful and sore. An arm was so strong that it wrapped around her waist and imprisoned her to death. She turned her head sideways, and the square pool was full of flowers that never withered, and the sunlight outside the window was just right, spilling on the pool through the curtains, rippling slightly.

"Are you awake?" the breath was close to his ear, the feeling of a large animal lazy after being satisfied.

"Hmm," she replied blandly, but her head was full of all kinds of novels and television, and she was not the hostess in it, and no one's experience would be exactly the same. She loved the person behind her, and the marriage was married, although it was a sudden marriage.

If she cries and makes a fuss like those heroines, isn't it too hypocritical?

But everything this man brought to her was too fast······

She also fantasized about the scene where her fiancé proposed to her, and she didn't have to kneel, as long as they loved each other and had a good heart.

She even thought about it······ It will be gentle and sweet, not in such a panic.

Artedusty didn't notice the Sui's swaying spirit, the missing piece of his chest was finally tightly integrated with his own blood and bones, and everything about Isha, Changing Boundaries, Michael, and so on was left behind by him.

"Wait for me a while, you were right, it is possible for one-third of the angels in the angelic world to be one-third. Atdusty kissed her cheek tenderly, their hair tangled with each other, splashing ink on each other.

"As soon as Michael dies, your contract will be null and void. ”

"Michael won't die," muttered the Sue, "the position of the Seraph, he'll do well." ”

Atchenxi comforted, "That's fine, trust me." When I fall in love with someone, I tell that person all my good and my bad. Sui, you are my wound and my weakness. ”

But the Sui suddenly became uncomfortable, "Atchenhi····· Arte Dust······ Artedust, I'm in pain······"

Atdusty panicked, he wanted to probe the Sui's body, but she flinched as soon as her hand reached out, and he received the bottom of his eye. "I'll go find Buel!

The Sui looked at him as he almost tripped himself and asked the question he had always asked, "Why can't I feel your approach when I'm around Orlando?" ”