Quick Transmigration Female Lead: Male God, Never Stopping

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"Remember that at that time, the Southern King wanted to give the Prince of the Nazis a nap!" Luo Ding gently licked his lips, making a look of arrogance.

I still remember that Yan Yanyan, who stood in a row at the time, looked at Nan Yiyu with an admirable look.

At that moment, his white fluttering, his face as light as water looks so good.

Now, she is about to become the only righteous boy in this boy.

"Yeah!" Nan Yi sang, and his mouth outlined a smile: "Don't you just take you home?"

"At that time, His Royal Highness Prince feared that there was no such plan!" Luo dusted and smiled, standing in front of the Tianling flower array, the chills that the holy water exudes seemed to be able to pass through the cloak and clothes directly into her heart.

Nan Yizhen looked at her so focused look, and a beautiful glimmer of flashing light shone in the beautiful voice: "What?"

Luo smashed his eyes and gently shook his head and said: "Nothing, just think that this Tianling flower array is very magnificent, and I can't help but sigh."

At that time, she stood too far and did not fully see the way the witches called the Tianling flower array. When such a grand scene appeared in front of her eyes, she really shocked her.

"I tell you a story!" He leaned over and looked at her clear watery eyes: "A very touching story."

"Story?" Luo asked a moment and then asked: "Do you want to tell the story of four hundred years ago? I have heard of it, it is indeed a..."

"No-" He shook his head and interrupted the words of Luo, and sighed softly: "It is a story from ten years ago."

"A decade ago?" Luo smashed his fingers and counted himself.

Was she not exactly five years old ten years ago?

I still remember that the memory of the original owner before the age of five was completely absent, drifting for four years outside, and entering the country at the age of nine.

After three years of stifling, the twelve-year-old became the leader among the cold and dark guards. In the next three years, they were born and died for Mu Han Che, and each time they returned with injuries, they wrapped each other for wounds.

Until... the death of the late ink...

When such a desolate memory suddenly appeared in her mind, she suddenly felt that her emotions were inexplicably fluctuating, and her eyes unconsciously had a mist.

Nan Yizhen just wanted to talk about the story. She saw her touch and stopped directly. Her right hand slowly lifted up and touched her eyes. Some nervous asked: "What happened?"

"No." Luo dusted his eyes and closed his eyes, feeling the warmth of his palm.

I saw her eyebrows tremble and took a deep breath: "I just want to brew my emotions and listen to your touching stories!"

"Don't cry -" His smile looked at her with a touch of helplessness: "If you cry, I can't say it."

"Good!" She blinked slowly and nodded seriously.

The story of Nan Yizhen is not long, but it sounds a faint sadness.

Ten years ago, an eight-year-old boy went to Tianxuefeng alone to find a medicinal material. He did not know that he had encountered an avalanche and was trapped in the mountains for ten days.

The ten days are the darkest ten days of a teenager's life. There is no water, no food, and in a white snow mountain, waiting for the passing of life.

And just as he was almost desperate, a girl wearing a white long skirt and carrying a clear jade lamp appeared on top of her head.

A large blockbuster of snow fell, and she leaned against the moonlight and took the clear jade lamp to the dark hole. "Is there anyone?"