Quick Transmigration Female Lead: Male God, Never Stopping

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Ten days.

Luo Dust has never seen the ink night in this ten days, and the ink night has never come to her.

He still goes to the Moon Palace every night and every day, and he has never stopped.

Feng Linger always looked at him with gratitude: "You are so kind to me. After a while, the emperor has passed the temper. I went to my sister to ask for help, then..."

She paused and continued: "You yell at me!"

The sound fell, she shyly bowed her head, and her enchanting eyebrows looked forward.

"Do you still remember the dinner of the Mid-Autumn Festival Lanterns?" The expression of the ink night did not change in a slight change. The black and white eyes stared at her, almost completely devour her.

Feng Linger stunned for a moment, and seemed to think of the same question that had been asked in the past.

At that time, because Luo was also dusty, she did not care too much about the problem of ink night. Now when he asked again, she only felt particularly familiar.

"Is it..." She bowed slightly, her eyes flashing with anticipation and looking at him: "Have we seen it?"

Is it the place where they met for the first time?

There are too many men in this world who fall in love with her, but she is so thin, and the people she loves have already died in the battlefield. For those men, she is not at all concerned.

Until the appearance of the ink night, let her rekindle the instigation of her heart.

This man who is similar to Gu Zhao’s seven points is so good to her. She knows that she likes to drink, so she becomes a winemaker.

Even if she was forbidden, all the people who had previously said that love had left her, and he still went desperately every day.

He is better than Gu Zhao to her, so much better...

At the beginning, Gu Zhao was only Feng Xiner in both eyes and mind, but today's ink night is only good for her.

Even if the princess was interested in him, he responded with a particularly cold response.

Finally... finally won once and won the face...

"Oh--" He chuckled twice, faintly shook his head and said: "No. Just heard that others mentioned it. At that time, there was a woman who played a special night dance with a dark night."

"That is me! That is me!" Feng Linger said two times in a row, saying that the corner of his mouth raised his proud smile: "There is no one in Chang'an City who has been dancing in the dark night."

"is it?"

"Yeah! How many people have fallen under my pomegranate skirt because of this dance."

She smiled shallowly, and the ink night no longer responded.

Because there was once a man who fell in love with her because of her dancing.

But in the end, she died on the road to love her.

For Feng Linger, she didn't even know the name of that person. She didn't even remember the person's appearance.

Seeing that the night does not speak, she continues: "When we get married, will I jump to show you good?"

"Okay--" he replied with a smile.

Today is the tenth day. He knows that the romantic woman named Feng Linger can no longer dance in this life.

In fact, Feng Linger has never noticed that his face has become more and more pale and skinny. Whether it is hands or feet, many places have already shown a faint blue-purple color.

She did not find her change at all. She thought that it was the life of these days that made her sad, so the color was so bad.

In fact, she has already been poisoned into the bone marrow, but she does not know.

Yes!

Ink night gave her every poison in the altar, a colorless, odorless, and even a chronic poison that the silver needle could not test.