Quick Transmigration Female Lead: Male God, Never Stopping

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The original drumming around the drum suddenly stopped and was quiet.

It seems that I can only hear the sound of the sigh of the wind, accompanied by a touch of eccentricity.

"Xi Niang--" Luo dusted his eyebrows and gently screamed at the window of the sedan chair.

After a few seconds, I did not get a response.

She squinted halfway and felt that the situation was wrong. She quickly took off the Xipa, which was covered on her head, and picked up the curtain.

It was a darkness in the eyes, except for a few Xi Niang and Yu, who had fallen to the ground.

As the house prepared for their wedding, there is no festive decoration, except for the two red lanterns at the door, like an abandoned house.

What is going on? Ink night... Where is it?

"Ah, hahahahahaha--" Just as Luo was in the dust, there was a sharp voice around him.

This sound is familiar, but it is less empty.

Luo dusted his eyes and stared at the woman standing not far away. She was dressed in red, Feng Guan Xia, the red flower on her lips, her face was very raw, but her eyes were very familiar.

"Feng Linger?" Luo dusted his eyes and squinted with a sigh of relief.

Did she regain her soul?

"We are not an enemy -" Feng Linger raised an eyebrow and raised a confident smile at the corner of his mouth: "You are not qualified to be his bride, you are not qualified to be happy..."

"Just by you?" Luo sneered a sneer, his right hand gently waved, exquisite ring a faint golden light.

Feng Linger stunned for a moment, apparently did not expect that Luo Dingmu would inexplicably shine golden light.

But the next second, she shook God, and smiled coldly: "But even if you have any number of works, it is useless."

"Where do you come from the courage to be so confident to yourself?" Luo was so cold and cold, and a pair of clear eyebrows looked at her with a contemptuous look: "That is not a ghost of revenge, but what can be done!"

Feng Linger heard the words, and looked at the winding chord of the sky upside down: "Soon, you will know soon!"

When the sound fell, she began to count down. Luo looked at the corner of her mouth and raised her eyebrows.

"Ten, Nine, Eight, Seven, Six, Five, Four, Three, Two, One..."

"Exchange it! Soul--" I saw Feng Linger unfolding his arms, welcoming the light of the moon and welcoming her new life.

The curse of the devil, as the name suggests, is a curse.

In exchange for the pain of the eternal death, in exchange for the resurrection of the soul, and the rebirth of the soul.

On the tenth day of the curse, you can face the moon and exchange the soul.

"Ha ha ha ha ha ha ---" Feng Linger laughed very loudly, almost exhausted with all his strength and crazy smile.

Luo dusted the hand and stood ready, as long as Feng Linger rushed towards her, she took out the phoenix sword from the portable space and died with her.

As everyone knows, another cool, watery sound interrupted Feng Linger's laughter.

The ink night was almost 咻, and the speed appeared very quickly in front of her, keeping her behind her.

"Do you think that your curse in Yizhuang was really successful that day?" The ink night was slightly dagger, and the faint light in the cold scorpion.

"I am naturally successful!" Feng Linger admired his new body and said: "If I am not successful, how can I repay my soul?"

"If it succeeds, why does your soul exchange fail?" The dark night's gaze is like a sharp sword, staring at Feng Linger.