Quick Transmigration Female Lead: Male God, Never Stopping

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On the way back in the evening, Luo Dingchen appeared to be anxious.

The system gives her the task of the squad seems to be: help the cannon gray phoenix dance to find true love!

The ex-boyfriend who dares to love this cannon fodder is the priest of death. The scene design of this mission is a bit harsh!

The wind on the Jinqiao is very big, and there seems to be a small snow in the sky.

Several of them walked in front, and she and the night spirit walked behind.

"Why do you want to play a career." His voice is very light, but there is a kind of gentleness that can't be heard.

Luo dusted a little side, watching him wearing a white sweater with a soft smile: "Irritation!"

She is not the original owner and can't accurately say why the original owner chose to play the game. Maybe it was because it was fun at first, but it was probably because of Yu Yulin!

"I used to ask the little dance question before." The night-soul soul slowly looked at the opening, seemingly suggesting something, and then said: "She told me because it is very special."

"particular?"

“She said that girls play this game very special.”

Only for a moment, Luo Dingchen seems to only hear the sound of the wind in his ear and his strong heartbeat.

Five seconds later, she twitched her lips and habitually touched her ear: "I think she said it makes a lot of sense!"

Reasonable, now she has a little doubt that she knows her identity.

Oh no, specifically it should be her gender.

So when he returned to the room, he did not go out naked after bathing. This move did not meet the logic of two boys in a room.

Luo dusted half on the bed, and the air was filled with a touch of lemon fragrance.

I don't know if it is blowing the wind or for other reasons. She only feels that her face is slightly hot.

"Do you know what I don't have a room with a fat man?" The night spirit gave her a glass of water on the bed and slowly climbed into the bed.

Luo dusted the cup and held it tightly. His eyebrows trembled: "Is the priest not saying that he will grind his teeth?"

"These are counted." The night's soul and the corner of the mouth outline a beautiful arc: "He will sleepwalk, and the situation of sleepwalking in a strange place is even more serious."

At first, Luo Ding thought that the night of the soul is just talking about it. After all, the two words of sleepwalking in her eyes probably came up in the room at night.

Unexpectedly, the fat man's sleepwalking opened his backpack, took out the scissors inside, and sat in front of other people in the same room, squinting, and said: "Cut, cut, cut off! Cut all the way." !"

Since the priest took the earplugs at the beginning, he did not hear the fat man talking.

It wasn't until the fat scissors began to cut his hair that he suddenly woke up, even with the scream of a screaming ghost.

Ah - lying trough!

Of course, this thing was also the next morning, heard from the mouth of the priest staring at the dark circles.

"Would you like to dream on your own, and then yell at me!" The fat man seemed to be somewhat wronged. After all, the priest described him as too horrible. He could not accept such a self.

"He has absolutely no exaggeration." The night soul sipped a cup of coffee and said: "A few years ago, when you were on the north, you were holding a fruit knife to cut the apple in front of my bed, while cutting and cutting, cutting, cutting Light! All the light is cut!"

"I go! Night Thousand Soul! No wonder you said that you don't have a room with the fat man, dare you know!" The priest looked angry at him and said: "I don't care, I have to room with dust tonight. You are three in one."

"Impossible." He lifted his hand slightly, and a pair of sea-like scorpions with absolute momentum.