Quick Transmigration Female Lead: Male God, Never Stopping

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The bright moonlight came in from the window, and Luo went through the circle of the study room of Jiusheng, and looked surprised.

Nearly ten meters high, surrounded by circles, each layer is stacked with books and books as above.

"Have you been the ones who have received the deaths?" Luo dusted his clothes and lifted his eyes, with a shallow stream of light on his eyes.

I always feel that this man is good and excellent, and there is deep loneliness in the excellent.

"Yeah." Du Jiusheng gently nodded, and a glimmer of shimmering light in the scorpion: "Some evils, some kindness. They thought that when they passed through the world, they would be written off." Actually... this is just the beginning."

Luo smashed a sip of red wine, and there was a faint blush on his cheeks. The lips snarled: "Do you believe in past and present?"

"Believe."

"Do you believe that we have met in other parallel time and space in addition to six hundred years ago?" Luo dusted the dust and lifted it, and the scorpion flashed with shallow streamer.

After a long silence, he blinked and looked at her seriously: "I believe."

Luo Dust washed his nose and looked at him with a satisfied smile: "That's good! Crossing Jiusheng, our encounter is definitely more than six hundred years ago."

"I know." He reflected her figure in the sea's gaze, and stared seriously: "I didn't say it six hundred years ago? Because the princess who saved all the important people." ”

"you……"

"I know you are not her."

His voice was very light, with a touch of gentleness in his calmness. There is no change in the complexion, as light as water, as light as ink.

When he heard the story of six hundred years ago from the night, he knew that the girl standing in front of him was not the princess.

He thought that she was probably the very important person he had calculated in the past.

I want to come. He knew his love robes six hundred years ago. How could he have escaped?

The surrounding air was stunned by the short seven words of Jiusheng, and Luo Ding Chen looked at her like this, and there was no touch in her heart.

Du Jiusheng, he really is still the nine.

Without past identity, without past memories, he still worked so hard towards her, using all kinds of methods, standing firmly beside her.

"Du Jiusheng..." She gently called his name, and there was a faint stream of light in his eyes.

"Yeah." He replied, and the deep scorpion looked at her crimson cheeks, his heart twitching.

The world often said: lonely men and women, a total of one room.

It’s never been known that the dust will never be known. At this moment, it’s so tense.

"There are heavy rains and heavy snow these days." She walked step by step toward him, with a faint smile on her lips: "Night is said because of your sake."

"Today is not." Du Jiusheng looked at the heavy rain outside the window, and the corner of his mouth outlined a very light smile: "The weather forecast says that our city is welcoming two typhoons."

"Is that the case?" Luo smashed his lips and stood in front of him with a difficult smile: "But the recent weather forecast is not very accurate!"

"You..." He squinted and looked at the dust that was close at hand, and the heart '砰砰砰' slammed.

I saw the next second, Luo Dust gently picked up his toes, dropped a kiss on his thin lips, and immediately said: "I want to know what the cherry blossoms are, what the prosperous flowers look like!"