Quick Transmigration Female Lead: Male God, Never Stopping

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The woman in front of her and Luo’s heart were judged as two people. Her eyes seemed to be like a demon in hell, and she swallowed her bit by bit.

"My sister, who is so bad, is so miserable. I am in my hands today. What do you think of me?" Luo slammed his lips and smiled, but his eyes were cold and even... killing.

"You... you are crazy! I am dead here. Do you think you don't have to be buried?" Lu Qingqiu moved backwards and looked around in confusion.

"Don't you just say it? You have to tell you. That's why I am dead and horizontal, and it is also dead. It is better to pull you back, and we have a companion on Huangquan Road."

"No--" Lu Qingqiu shouted in a loud voice, shivering and said: "You don't come over, don't come over..."

"Hey, hey-"

In the next second, Luo Dust heard the footsteps coming from a distance. She picked up the short knife in her hand and did not hesitate to make a knife toward her white and delicate arms. The blood suddenly came out.

"master……"

The gimmick behind her was shocked. She wanted to go forward to see her wound, but she was stopped.

"No problem." She threw the short knife to Lu Qingqiu's side: "You don't want to talk for a while."

"Yes, the master!"

Lu Qingqiu saw her move completely without shaking her face. Although she had helped her father to do a lot of things, she was the first time she met such a horrible person.

Without any hesitation, he used a knife to draw on his arm.

"Qingqiu, Qingqiu-"

It was not until Lu Yuan’s low and majestic sounds, Lu Qingqiu seemed to have shrugged.

Like a frightened bird, madly pounced on Lu Yuan’s arms.

"Oh...hey..." Her tears stayed for a moment, and the rain of tears took the pear flower: "Hey, you have to be the daughter of the daughter! This...this person she wants to kill me."

"How can Lu girl talk to reverse the right and wrong?" Luo Ding's original faint face, at this moment, cast a layer of grievances. Slightly coveted, glanced at his wounds: "Do you have a dagger to hurt me first, can't I resist?"

Lu Yuan glanced at the wound on his arm and frowned.

Probably also at this moment, Lu Qingqiu realized that from the beginning to the end, Luo Chen took out the short knife and didn't want to kill her, but wanted...

"No-" Lu Qingqiu shook his head desperately: "Not like this, you lie! You are obviously..."

"What do I obviously mean?" Luo Dust's scorpion was slightly converged, and his mouth was sketched with a smile. "You shouldn't want to explain that I am scratching myself with a short knife!"

"You are yourself... you scratched yourself!"

"Then why don't you hold your own neck?"

In the next second, Du Jiusheng was cold and eager, looking at the wound on her arm, striding to her side, taking off the Jinpai at her waist and carefully bandaging her.

Lu Yuan was deep and sinking, and his eyebrows were tightly screaming: "Nine Kings, this thing is not right in the autumn. She used to be arrogant in the government. I didn't expect to make such a ridiculous thing today."

“Hey!” Lu Qingqiu yelled: “I didn’t hurt her at all, it’s clear that she wants to kill me! Why are you...”

"Shut up!" Lu Yuan yelled: "This is the back garden. You are not right when you come here. I will let you wait in the front yard. Why are you coming over?"