Quick Transmigration Female Lead: Male God, Never Stopping

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Luo Ding Chen can feel the person leaning on her body sinking and slowly slept.

No, it should be dead...

The snow outside the window floated in a little bit, with a touch of cool, with a touch of chill.

She lowered her head and gently hugged the ink night.

I don't know what to say, I don't know if I should cry or calm down. A blank mind, slowly introduced into the system's system sound.

[Because the host's first space failed, it is now possible to choose whether to enter the second space. 】

"Ok."

The sound of the system is heavy and not as fun as it used to be. It also knows that she is in a bad mood.

[Time-space conversion At this time of the day, the host can handle the next thing. 】

After the death of the night, the whole country mourned.

The entire ink dynasty was her power. She recommended several ministers and assisted the emperor.

That is the smallest scorpion of the ink night, and the only remaining scorpion.

She brought the coat of the night of the ink to the shimmering temple, and placed the two pots of his favorite peach blossoms in front of him. Everything seemed so quiet.

The women under the palace did not know what she wanted to do, but the close-knit father of the ink night knew one or two.

"Fangcai slaves see the Queen's maiden and find someone to get some fire oil..." He paused, his wrinkled face looked at her with an old look: "You only hope that the mother is good, all things are Take the goddess as the first. The slaves have seen so many people, and they have never seen such an infatuated person like His Majesty."

Luo smashed his lips and nodded faintly: "I know."

"So the goddess is even more impossible..." He sighed softly: "The goddess... you have to live well for your majesty."

She was not talking, walking in the direction of the crown, sitting cross-legged, closing her eyes and slowly opening her eyes: "Go on!"

"..." only heard a deep sigh, and the father-in-law slowly retreated.

She opened a pot of wine and took a sip of it. The air was filled with a touch of peach blossom, which made people a little intoxicated.

"Then I will see you after a thousand years, I don't know if you will remember me."

She took another sip and took a pot of fire oil and a fire tongue from the delicate box.

"I hope that the scenery there is good-looking, I hope that the story there is moving, I hope... there is no sadness."

I saw her close her eyes, blowing the tongue, and loosening her fingertips, slowly dropping it.

Only for a moment, the surrounding moments burst into flames. She gently picked up her collar and hugged her chest, waiting for the shuttle in time and space.

The entire palace instantly fell into another boiling, but she seemed to have disappeared.

‘Shiguang Temple’, what a nice name. So where do you start from where to start? There is no such time, then the ending of the story is fixed.

Countless noisy voices rang in the ears, and it seemed that some people kept rushing in, the fire was very big, and they lost their eyes.

"I don't care about each other, can you start from scratch?"

Even if she came, she was the woman. Then, in the past, love and hate, then use death to let it vanish.

No one is wrong, whether it is the ink night or the original owner. The fault is fate. They meet at the wrong time. After all, they will not end well.

Then, after a thousand years, at least let them meet at the right time.

[叮 - Congratulations on the successful entry of the host into the second time and space, the male owner does not have the memory of the previous life, and the host has all the memories. 】

time?

[Luo Dynasty 28 years winter. 】