Quick Transmigration Female Lead: Male God, Never Stopping

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There are 3,000 people in the harem of Jiali, the women who sink the geese, and the women who have closed the moon, but they also have everything.

Pray is not the kind of person who will win the wife of the court, except for the white apricot.

Even if he knew that she had already had a child in her belly, she still insisted on taking Bai Xing as a blind man.

Of course, this thing can't be done on the surface, but it is quietly carried out in secret.

Although the border war is tense, but because the country is a big country, even if it is normal, there will be no danger to life.

But this time is different, the reason is to let Luo Yuanxuan have no return.

There is a dead city between the praying country and Rongguo. The city is the ruins left by a war 100 years ago.

The reason why it is called the city of death is because everyone in the city died in that year.

Nothing to survive.

There are rumors from the people that it is said that everyone in this city is poisoned and how cruel it is.

Pray for the dispatch of Luo Yuanxuan to lead Luo Jiajun to the border and fight with Rong Guo.

Although the praying is strong, the country is stronger.

Although Luo Jiajun was brave and good at fighting, but the reinforcements did not come, they could only keep going backwards.

Finally, he was attacked on all sides and trapped in the dead city.

And the reinforcements still don’t come...

In fact, I didn’t come at all, but I didn’t intend to let Luo Yuanxuan go back alive.

He loves white apricots, and he has almost reached a point where he can't extricate himself.

The more white apricot is rebellious, the more he loves it. That is probably a kind of love deep into the bone marrow.

Therefore, he will make such unrighteous things to his own courtiers.

In the end, Luo Yuanxuan died in the dead city as he intended.

The entire Luojia army was destroyed, and no one was still alive.

Bai Xing was crying in the palace, and the three feet were white and wrapped around the beam. He planned to go to Huangquan with Luo Yuanxuan.

Fortunately, I arrived in the church and broke the day with a sword.

"White apricot, Luojiamenmen are no longer there. The child in your stomach is the only connection with him in this world. You want to think clearly." The face is cold and frosty, but the heart is like a needle. Pain.

He had to say such words to retain her life, how much he should love him.

Love is as crazy as you are, like a madman.

"Why, why, why-" Bai Xingqi fell to the ground, screaming and screaming, tears falling silently.

She is just a little woman, just a woman who wants to love her husband and keep her life.

This life, in her world, is satisfied except satisfaction.

She is glad that her pleasing men are also happy with themselves. They are married, they love each other, and she is pregnant.

If not that night, everything is so beautiful...

Pray for the lower body, the eyebrows gently said: "Because you love you, love you like a madman."

In the end, Bai Xing still did not find short-sightedness. The praying is correct. The child in her stomach is the only contact between her and Luo Yuanxuan yin and yang.

This child is innocent, she can't die, and she is not qualified to decide his life and death.

After the white apricot was taken as a scorpion, the person in the palace called her an apricot, and the palace she lived in was praying for her to recreate it and named it the apricot palace.

Not only that, but the praying also changed the book in the palace, and on a certain day, I was pleased with Bai Xing.

Her child could not be born out of thin air, and he did not want any rumors and arguments in the palace.

In this way, the original Lord was born.

She inherited the beauty of the white apricots and became the most beautiful princess in the country.

These years of prayer are good for white apricots, and that kind of good is good in the bones.

Even the folks have long been rumored that today's holy land is 3,000, only take a scoop.