Chapter 1012

But unexpectedly, Edward broke his plan.

The answer to the angel.

The whole heart of the devil is fermenting and expanding. The beating heart, like human beings, seems to have something coming out of the ground.

He's under the angel's clean and pure eyes.

He showed his black horns and wings.

It's gorgeous and beautiful.

The little angel was staring at himself. There was no fear of resistance in his eyes.

The devil's heart fell.

He bowed his head and kissed the angel's soft lips and asked, "is your brother good-looking?"

Su porcelain has been used to the demon this intimate action, she nodded.

Different from the white and holy wings of heaven, the devil's wings, including horns, are black, evil but beautiful, with the power to bewitch people.

"Good looking."

The devil lowered his head and licked his lower fangs at an angle invisible to the angel.

He laughed.

"My brother wants to grow up quickly, so that we can wrap porcelain in it."

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Edward went home. When he came home, the devil took his hand and said, "I really hate you. Do you want to stay?"

Edward Muru was frightened: "no, No

He swallowed and looked at the lovely angel.

The heart of grief thought.

His cousin is so bad that the little angel doesn't know what he really looks like. He can only gently remind him that his cousin is not like the little angel in his mind.

But this sentence was not put in the heart of the money jar, and when she thought of it, it was time for her to sew again with the devil.

Soviet porcelain was very distressed.

She sat on the bed a little dazed, and a few white feathers fell off beside her.

System: "whelp, how did you lose your hair? Ah, ah, ah, what pressure do you have? Tell Dad, is this devil bullying you? "

Su porcelain lowered her head, picked up her feathers, and pursed her lips slightly: "it's OK, just took off a few."

But the next day.

The essence of the money pot is depilated again.

She was a little aggrieved to pick up their own hair, stretched out a small hand, embrace the devil: "brother, am I sick?"

While holding the angel, the devil said, "no, it's your hair removal period."

The angels in heaven have a chance to be reborn.

It's hair removal, and then new feathers grow, so it's not affected by the other angels in heaven.

When the little angel grows new feathers, he can go back to heaven.

But Soviet porcelain didn't know.

The devil knew that he looked at the ignorant little angel, picked her up and coaxed in his ear: "good, porcelain is not afraid, brother accompany you."

Su porcelain cleverly nodded. The devil was half a head higher than her. The other party held her, and she held each other's neck easily.

Soft pasted in the past, whispered: "will I always lose hair? Is it ugly? "

The devil touched the angel's head: "no, you are the most lovely and beautiful angel my brother has ever seen."

The hair fell off for days.

Although a little feather grew one after another, Su porcelain would see the feather on the bed every day after waking up, and then the devil put it away.

She was sitting on the bed, not knowing why, her cheeks were a little hot.

Su porcelain didn't care what the devil did with these feathers. In her eyes, these feathers were all dropped, and they must have been taken and thrown away.

And the devil collected all these feathers in a box, and he licked his fangs.

The dark red eyes look a bit gorgeous.

Drop your eyes.

The corners of the lips raised a little smile.

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