Quick Transmigration Female Lead: Male God, Never Stopping

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She doesn't eat much, she is always afraid that she will become fat and become unsightly.

When she is too thin, she will eat crazy, even if the stomach hurts, she does not care.

She always keeps herself in the perfect state and presents it to him.

For a long time in this decade, she felt tired, but she kept on sticking.

All the people who harmed her were dead in the past, except for the ink night and Feng Linger.

She had asked Feng Linger where she was, but she did not answer any questions.

He did not want her to see the woman again, he did not want to mention her sadness.

In fact, her sadness has never healed. It was only in a long time that it slowly festered.

In the fifteen years of the ink night, the body of the ink night is not as good as before. The coughing wakes up in the middle of the night, and the face is more and more ugly.

The sachet was always changed every year. Now it is changed every three months. She always smiles and says: "When the peach blossoms are good this summer, I will give one more to my Majesty."

In fact, it is just a continual increase in poison poisons.

In addition, the original owner will decoct him every day, but only put some ingredients in the medicine.

Now she has been able to stand in the ink dynasty, she does not need ink night.

For her, perhaps the night of the ink is the biggest threat to her.

In the sixteenth year of the ink night, he could not get out of bed.

Occasionally like to let her be with her, look deep into the eyes, and then gently touch her head.

He likes to look at her like this, but he knows that he is running out of time.

At the end of the sixteenth year of the night, he was sleeping almost all the time, occasionally opening his eyes and always looking for her voice in a panic.

She is probably a good day, he is going to die.

In the past few days, I have never gone to the curtain to listen to politics, and most of the time I am with her.

Outside the palace, the palace is telling her virtues. It is the blessing of the ink dynasty.

Occasionally, a few words will also be passed to the ears of the ink night.

He always heard that he was always very happy. Even if he can only sit up reluctantly, he will personally give a reward to those who bring these rumors.

When the story comes here, the memory of the original Lord begins to blank.

Luo Dian Dian could not accept the memory of the back, nor did he know how the original Lord died.

But she thought that the ink night should be dead.

After all, the two poisons are mixed together and have already invaded his internal organs.

Death is already an inevitable thing.

[Does the host accept all the memories? Now take you back to the three days before the original death. 】

Original owner?

[The original master and the male lord die at the same time. If you reverse the ending in this time and space, you will get all the experience values. Kaifeng originally belonged to your memory! 】

? !

Will you be so cheap?

[If the host fails, it will enter the second time and space, that is, a thousand years later. 】

......

Luo Dianchen said that he had just accepted such a heavy memory. Suddenly, I have to enter the world myself, and my heart is worried.

The original master's thoughts constantly infected her, giving her a feeling of near suffocation.

Favorability.

[The male owner’s affection for the original owner is 50%. 】

so little?

[After all, it’s more! 】

The system is very euphemistic, but Luo Dust can probably understand.

When the ink night was at the most lonely time, the original master resolutely stood by him; and when the original Lord needed the most help, the ink night was not there.

Some knots are doomed to be solved.

It doesn't matter to life and death, who are they afraid of death?

Luo dusted his eyes and closed his eyes, facing the palace girl next to him: "To dress up for this palace, the palace is going to see the emperor."