Quick Transmigration Female Lead: Male God, Never Stopping

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Six months ago, he watched the desperate master above the 10,000-person for her, was seriously injured, and jumped into the abyss.

He stood on the tree vine for a long time, until Yan Ruoya left, he did not have the courage to jump.

Perhaps this is the difference between him and the ink white.

He can't do it like that. For love, you can ignore life and death...

He has been in the land of unbounded for half a year. If he is not a spiritual master, he can absorb the essence of the sun and the moon as a supply. He has already starved to death.

Unfortunately, the essence of the sun and the moon is not enough to let him have spells in the unbounded land.

Hey, the degree of retreat is long, and it lasts for half a year.

In the end, I was able to leave this place because the sinister war of the Bay of Proverbs opened the door of enchantment unintentionally.

When he came out, he heard the war and knew that they were still alive.

And one of the things he wants to do most in his heart is to see her.

Just one side...

"It seems that you have spent a lot of time coming out of the unbounded land." Some of the cold eyes looked at the cold winds: "In fact, if you fall into the endless abyss with us, maybe you don't need to use it. It’s been a long time to get out there.”

He does not care about her, the moment of life and death. Anyone has the right to be selfish.

"Ah--" He seemed to be in the middle of the continent, then shook his head and smiled: "It turns out, no wonder-"

No wonder they came out of the unbounded land,

No wonder they teamed up to defeat the Monarch.

No wonder, they have become a natural pair of people singing...

“Dust...” Two steps forward from Jinfeng and looked at her: “Do you remember when we first saw snow?”

Luo’s dusty eyebrows rose slightly, which seemed to be the second year that the original Lord came to the dwelling.

Because of the vacant weather, there was no snow in a hundred years, and she said that she wanted to see snow. From the Jinfeng, she put down all the things in her hands, took her to the dust, and admired a white snow that only belonged to them.

"So?" She was indifferent to her eyes, and it seems that the memories of the past can no longer leave a trace of goodness in her mind.

Maybe there is, but the memories of the original Lord are too tragic, and all hate overshadowed the original love.

"I regret it -" He bit his lip and almost exhausted all the courage to say these four words.

He finally wants to face his own heart.

Unconsciously, as early as a hundred years ago, he has fallen deeply in love with her.

Only when Yan Ruo Yao appeared, he desperately let himself believe that the fate of the past life can be exchanged for the fruit of this life.

He is too obsessed with the people he has read in his previous life, and he missed the people he loved in this life.

It’s him, sorry for her...

"Away from the golden wind, you can know that 'I regret it', the four are ridiculous from the mouth." She looked at her eyes, with a little mist in the light, or somewhere in the original heart. The movement.

With a wave of her right hand, the enchantment of the small mushroom was opened, and the pink petals were gently wrapped around it, and she took it to her arms.

"Dust...I..."

"There is nothing to regret." She interrupted his words directly, taking a deep breath: "Beyond the Jinfeng, I am not the original Luo Ding."

"I know..." He wanted to explain something, but if he was in the throat, he couldn't say anything.

"You listen to me first." She bowed slightly and looked at him. "I don't know if the girl will forgive you, but if it is me, I won't. You don't have to regret it, because she won't come back." -"

Luo did not know that she said that she did not understand Jin Fengming, but she did not understand.

These have nothing to do with her, she just wants to go down as soon as possible.

Because at this moment her mind is full of the white teenager.