Quick Transmigration Female Lead: Male God, Never Stopping

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For Luo Wei, Feng Xiner is always in the first place. So even if Feng Ling's style is so bad, he is willing to leave her in the palace.

But this does not mean that she has any supremacy status. Only then is a pair of pride indulgence, high face, really do not know who gave courage?

"What are you doing!" Luo Yan ordered: "Take her."

"Yes!"

Luo Dust didn't know how it all ended, only knowing that she felt the power of her father for the first time!

There is a kind of grievance that has been experienced in the past, and it is back at this moment!

Luo Dingchen is trying to get up and ‘Auntie flattering’ her father. I didn’t expect Luo Wei to open his mouth first.

When he saw Feng Linger being taken down, he immediately lifted her up: "How! Your father will give you a handsome look!"

Luo slammed a bit, and then chuckled: "You are like this!"

"Yes! Your mother wants me like this!" Luo Yan whispered in her ear: "I feel that Murong is exactly the same as when I was young."

"What's the same?"

"Infatuation!"

"Hey--" Luo Dingmo did not hold back and laughed: "Which people boast like this!"

"When you saw your mother, you never liked anyone! You have to believe in your eyes!" Luo said while still not looking at the ink night standing on the side: "Otherwise you can Asked Mo Gongzi, he was a destiny before he entered the palace!"

The ink-browed eyebrows are scornful, and the deep scorpion has a faint glory. He half-squinted at Murongnan, and after the slender fingertips, the corner of his mouth did not consciously raise a smile: "I don't know who is the Prince of Murong?"

Only for a moment, Murong Nan’s cheeks were pale. He seems to have fallen into an extremely painful memory, and a pair of alums suddenly become dull.

"Flower skirts..." Luo dusted over the side and looked at Murong Nan. He wanted to say nothing but never said anything.

He was a little confused, his eyes trembled, and Luo was very puzzled. He wanted to open his mouth and he opened his mouth first.

"I'm sorry... I'm sorry... I'm sorry..." He said three times in a row, sorry, bowed his hand to Luo, and turned and left.

"Eh--"

Luo Dust wants to stop him, but Murong Nan’s brother shouted.

"Princess, let him calm down alone!" Murong North shook his head and sighed: "I must have known this destiny."

"The fate of the people, but the students are not so accurate." In the night, the courtesy responded: "Because the world is impermanent, as long as there is a variable in life, only the dead can be counted as a life."

"Coughing cough..." Luo Dingqing cleared the scorpion and said: "The original ink-night son is so powerful! A person who can count on the fate of life, even desperate to become a winemaker, is really a cursed..."

"princess……"

The ink night heard the tone of the dusty mouth, with anger and dissatisfaction.

"The gas hasn't disappeared yet!" Luo dusted his hands and hugged his chest: "If you are preparing a good wine, tell me something about the flower dress, maybe the princess will not be angry!"

"Ink night, you are angry with the princess!" Luo Yan looked at him and said: "This is the most precious princess in my family. I am a princess with her mother, you are not allowed to bully her!"

"Frank confession--" Ink night arched: "The weather is too cold, the princess can go back to the temple of light, and then the post will be there."