Monopolize the favor of paranoid gods

Under the long black curly hair, there are layers of thick robes, just like the extremely complicated and complicated fabrics that appear in games and round paintings. Song Zhixun can see the layers of clothes with the naked eye. How thick it is.

"Take off your clothes and let me have a look." Song Zhixun asked aloud, but Rui didn't mean to answer him at all, just stood there quietly, staring at Song Zhixun quietly with red pupils, with a slight smile on his lips , but his eyes only had a cool look.

"Didn't you hear me?" Song Zhixun gritted his teeth, regardless of whether the other party was willing to go straight up, stretched out his hand and tore Rui's shirt.

"Do you know what you're doing? My queen?" Rui reached out and grabbed Song Zhixun's wrist, "You can understand that as a queen, she would forcefully pick off the clothes of a god who should be a husband, which means what?"

"Oh? Then shouldn't His Royal Highness, who is supposed to perform his duties as a husband, be happy to see the result instead of preventing me from taking off your clothes now?" Song Zhixun naturally wouldn't show weakness, and he also understood, one by one. One by one said what to do, but none of them succeeded.

Rui stared into Song Zhixun's eyes. As a human being, Song Zhixun had the courage to look directly at himself, didn't he understand?When he looks at himself, he looks at life.

A person who lives in the moment, what he can see in his eyes is what he is looking at himself. Song Zhixun is more calm about his own life than he sees life.

Rui let go of his hand, Song Zhixun, who had succeeded, would definitely not let go of the opportunity, and directly tore Rui's skirt with force.

When Song Zhixun saw that the inside was wrapped in layers of heavy clothes, Song Zhixun opened his eyes slightly and was speechless.

"I am the god of life. I am in charge of life. Life must have a carrier." Rui's voice was somewhat demonic. His voice was low and deep, with a hoarse accent. Song Zhixun always thought it was his unique "As the god of life, I am naturally the carrier of life. Among the three gods, only I have a body."

Song Zhixun had seen the plump and beautiful muscular lines of Gong's body in revealing clothes, and also seen Rast's peaceful and slightly thin figure, but Song Zhixun only noticed the sharp body now.

This person, while gorgeous and beautiful, is too thin.

Song Zhixun's opened collar is almost completely skinny, and you can see the ribs protruding out of the skin. He is a god, and he can use the strength unique to gods to make others notice his strength and thickness. The clothes wrapped around his body, he looked handsome, evil, and powerful.

"Gods don't die." Rui looked down at Song Zhixun, his queen of gods, full of satisfaction, unbelievable, "I won't die, but the human body needs energy to maintain it, and I can't destroy it." life, then even if it acts on me, it is a little bit of satisfaction for my distaste for life."

Song Zhixun suddenly understood why the knight was so anxious to let him come here.

Song Zhixun raised his head and looked at Rui's face. It was very good-looking, and it was extremely in line with human aesthetics, but he deliberately abused himself as a living being. Rui's body seemed so fragile that it could be easily broken, just like the one on the side of the road. The dry wood that has been deprived of its life by the palace will crack at the touch of a dry one.

God cannot die...but once there is life, the pain that can be experienced is indispensable.

Song Zhixun looked at the huge wild boar and narrowed his eyes: "Didn't you say that you can find all the seasonings? Look for it now. I have to make this pig today, or I have to do it if I don't!"

Song Zhixun looked at the fat pig with big ears, as if he was already watching a delicious dinner, Rui didn't say anything more, but closed his eyes, the breeze blew by, and the god standing there had disappeared.

Song Zhixun stood alone in front of the huge pig, thought for a while and opened his usual social networking site. He had heard Yuan Hei's proposal and learned about the live broadcast method for a while.

"This is already the last sum of money." Song Zhixun sighed, and used the last little balance in the card to buy a simple promotion for his live broadcast room. Seeing that the balance had become single digits, Song Zhixun was heartbroken Grinding the molars.

"Knight, come and help me hold it." Song Zhixun handed over the camera to the knight standing in the temple looking out, and took a deep breath, "Now start processing the precious ingredients. I really want to deal with such a big ingredient." I don't know how to start, if there are friends who know, they must correct my mistakes! Love you!"

Song Zhixun didn't know what to do with the pork, but after all, it couldn't be eaten anywhere, right?

Song Zhixun turned on another communicator and began to inquire about where pork might be eaten.

"... Are pigs basically edible?" Song Zhixun looked at the pig and fell into a strange silence.

—Look what I see?A beautiful wild anchor!

—Is his face real?Who pinched it?It's kind of unreal to look pretty.

——Anchor Anchor talk, let us hear whether your voice sounds good or not.

Song Zhixun glanced sideways at the live broadcast room. The number of people grew slowly under the promotion effect. No matter how you say it, his face should be attractive.

"Whether my face is real or fake, can't you tell?" Song Zhixun was facing the camera, "Use technology to analyze it yourself, or how do you want me to prove it?"

Song Zhixun hates live broadcasts, he hates flattering anyone, and he hates showing his face to eat.

So even if I wanted to do the hardest work at the beginning, I gave up the way of live broadcasting, which has always been a quick way to make money.

——This anchor is a bit fierce?But the sound is really great.

——The milk is fierce, the milk is fierce and super cute.

——The anchor smiled, we will give you a gift!

Song Zhixun kept looking at the people who entered the live broadcast room. Although food does not exist as a public food, at least there should be a considerable number of chef practitioners trying to observe it. Chefs are naturally certified as a luxury industry. If you are lucky, you should be able to catch a senior chef.

——Don’t just look at people, look at what’s behind the anchor?

——Am I not mistaken? It should be a pig?Dead pig?What is the origin of the anchor?How can you have such a large piece of precious ingredients?

Someone finally spotted the blind spot?Song Zhixun looked at the huge fat pig, a little anxious, hurry up, the real chef hidden among countless eyes!

——Anchor, I kindly advise you to download the broadcast, if you continue to broadcast, you will have to go to jail.

Song Zhixun's eyes darkened, and he pursed his lips in silence.