Quick Transmigration Female Lead: Male God, Never Stopping

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“Is it impressed with me’s stunned look?” Luo sneered, screaming, and slammed into his deep scorpion.

In fact, when she said this sentence, she used a mocking tone, half mocked herself, and half mocked the night.

She doesn't know what she is ridiculing, perhaps because the beginning of the story is not so good.

"No! It's very imposing." For a long time, the ink night smirked, and there was a touch of light on the bottom of his eyes: "I didn't expect such a small body to have such a great power."

"So don't be a kid, I am not." Luo Dian Chen looked at him very seriously: "It is not a child."

The ink night looked at her for a long time, and finally said: "Peach blossoms are sent to the princess three days later, but not much."

"The latter I can promise you." Luo dusted and lifted his head, and his mouth raised a faint smile: "The former can't."

"What does the princess mean?"

"Tomorrow." Luo whispered his eyes and shivered: "Mo Gongzi can send Fengxiang to different flavors of fruit wine every day, then one day should be enough."

He frowned and didn't speak.

Luo Dust continued: "You will return to me tomorrow."

He frowned, and then said: "Okay."

Early in the morning, she got up early, had a very good appetite, and ate twice as much breakfast as usual.

The ladies stood on the side and filled with joy: "The princess's looks are so good, and we are especially happy to be slaves."

Luo Dust laughed softly: "Just your mouth is sweet."

"Probably the Royal Highness of the Princess was arrogant yesterday. The gas that had settled in Dantian was released, and the spirit came up."

Luo Ding Chen heard the words: Miss sisters, you are this is the cultivation of the fairy face!

"But I heard that! After the seven-year-old went back yesterday, I asked Feng Ying to complain. It is said that I lived to this age for the first time in front of the younger generation."

"The younger generation? She said that she can export." Another palace girl answered: "We are slaves in the palace, no matter how young or old, the princess is the master, and what humiliation comes from."

"Isn't it? What kind of slaves do you have?"

......

Luo slammed the cold and sighed: "She didn't even give me the qualification to be a slave. The little slaves in our shimmering temple are beautiful and cute."

But to make sense, this person named Qiyi is also arrogant, knowing that he is the only princess in the present day, and dare to make such a time in front of her.

It seems that this Feng Linger is very indulgent to her on weekdays, otherwise there will be no such rules.

That is the case, she actually wants to be a phoenix child in this world, what is it like?

Before that, she had to drink a peach blossom that belongs to her.

In the evening, the ink night came as the appointment, holding a small altar peach wine and two cups in his hand.

The refreshing peach blossom instantly awakened her taste. She slowly walked up and sneered and said: "It seems that the ink son is a wine-making genius. This peach blossom must be very good."

She was about to reach out and take it, but the other hand took it back.

Due to the height difference, Luo Dust can not get it even if he picks up his toes.

In the next second, she was somewhat negative: "Is it really interesting to have an ink son? This peach blossom delivery has been sent, and I am not willing to give it."

In the night, she looked at her childish look, and her right hand sighed, and couldn't help but hook her nose: "Remember the latter that you promised me."

The sound fell, he handed a pot of peach blossom wine to her, with a touch of indescribable faint pets.

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