Do Novel Heroine have their Own System?

Su Mobai just wanted to use this method to deliberately make the other party feel entangled.

But after Su Mobai's things were packed, he was about to turn around and leave the other party and still didn't stop himself. His bet eventually failed.

Originally thought that his own existence should also be very important in his heart, but now he completely realized that he had thought too much.

But what is said is that it has been less than a few hours since the two people have just met, how can they suddenly have such a good relationship, so that the other party can talk to themselves casually.

Su Mobai was so angry that he threw a long sword in his hand on the ground fiercely.

The sharp long sword was drawn directly from the scabbard. The moment he turned around, the sword fell directly on his shoulder, if it slid slightly.

Then a bloody knife mark will appear on the opponent's neck. This is no joke, Su Mobai's sword will always be something that does not have eyes!

Obviously, I can feel the strength of this man and he is not calm, his eyes are slightly puffed up, and even the emotions still reveal a little bit of incredible.

But then I saw his painful look and slowly closed his eyes, as if it meant that he was about to break the jar.

"It's up to you. I found that I really don't have any communication with you at all. Yes, if you insist on doing this, I have nothing to do, so I will just let you go."

"I just advise you well, try not to think about some things that are not what you should think, but if you don't listen, don't blame me."

He thought that this guy should be a little temperamental or a little capable, or the knife in his hand should be divided into two by this guy every minute, and it broke with internal force.

Later, I realized that I was thinking too much, because this guy is too rubbish. Judging from his posture, it is simply ridiculous.

Su Mobai didn't bother to care about him so much. He wasn't the kind of crazy demon who killed people without blinking. No matter who he saw, he would just talk about killing. It was too naive.

The sword in Su Mobai's hand swung a circle, and then fell firmly into his scabbard, "I don't bother to talk so much nonsense with you, to communicate with people like you.

"I feel as if it has insulted the air, and of course I dare not disclose this information to someone like you who has no spine."

Su Mobai knew that there was no way to kill, so he deliberately irritated him with such cynicism.

In this way, is it possible to tell 277 self about all the processes?

But no one knew that this guy had already suffered from another face.

The guy who was very enthusiastic just now is starting to become very weird.

I don't want to say anything.

A face was kept all the time, and the mouth seemed to be sewn by a needle, as if he was born dumb.

"Don't keep doing these useless pictures on my body anymore. It's better to focus your mind on other worlds. Seriously, I think it's a waste of time.

The man was already disheartened. Seeing his posture as if he was about to leave, how could Su Mobai tolerate this happening.

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