Quick Transmigration Female Lead: Male God, Never Stopping

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I did not know that the original Lord not only inherited the beauty of her mother, but also inherited the brave and good war of his father.

The original owner of the battlefield seems to be no longer the little girl who is blowing butterflies in the back garden of the palace.

She is very talented. Although she never used swords to make swords, she learned very fast.

After wearing a armor, the twinkling voices changed.

It became deserted and became a decision.

She wants to use her own way to make the power of praying above the church more and more expanding.

She knows that she is sorry to pray for the Prince, and even sorry for her father.

But she doesn't know why, just like being out of heart, desperately, desperately trying to be with him.

The battlefield is not the palace, eight months of smoke, when she came back, it was not the same as it used to be.

The skin of the white pheasant is slightly dark, and the body is no longer white jade, and there are wounds.

But the pair of scorpions, still look bright, she looked at the night, the eyes seemed to have light.

At this time, the other side of the night, standing next to the woman - the daughter of the prime minister Song Zhizhi.

Known as the second beauty of the praying country, praying for the night with her, all in a white dress, it looks so like.

This is the first time that the original owner has bowed his head and has a feeling of being unconfident about his appearance.

But she didn't know, even if the skin was not white, even if it was hurt.

She still looks good, it is a good look that Song Zhizhi will never be able to.

That night, she waited until Song Zhizhi left the palace before entering the palace of the night.

She looked at him with a reddish eye and shouted: "Three brothers."

"It’s good to come back." The praying night touched her head: "I will marry the branches in a few days, so I have the power of the prime minister."

When the original Lord heard this sentence, he felt a sigh of his head and unconsciously stepped back.

When she entered the palace today, she felt that there was something wrong between praying for the night and Song Zhizhi. Now, the hunch that I want to come to a woman is still very accurate.

"I still need a city, I can surpass the Prince, are you willing to take it for me?"

She was silent for a long while: "I am willing."

When she left the night palace, he asked her another question. This time she did not hesitate.

"Do you believe me?"

"I believe."

It was already a year after the original master took the city and returned to the palace.

At that time, the praying night has already smashed the Song branch for the Prince.

Her face was a little awkward and her body was much more scarred.

It is not as easy to take down this city, and the king of Rong Guo’s new kingship is extraordinarily clever. This city can be taken down. It is purely the use of the 10th floor of the praying country.

Has not killed a thousand, but has lost eight hundred.

The original main march has been fighting for so many years, knowing that this is an extremely uneconomical sale, but she has no choice.

This war must win, even if she sacrifices many of her dead, she can't lose.

Because she wants to go back to him, but unfortunately he is standing next to another person.

When the original Lord returned to Beijing to return to life, the body of the praying was getting worse and worse.

The doctor said that she was thinking of illness. She knew that this ancient emperor was missing someone else, and she was the mother of her death.

At the time of her death, she prayed to her in front of the couch and gently touched her head: "Peace, are you sure you want to do this?"

He loved this daughter from childhood to feces. Although she is not her own daughter, she is a love in her hand.

"Ok."

"He is not a good person."

"I know."

"What about you?"

“Does the father feel that the mother is a good person?”

Pray for a moment, for a long time: "She is a good person to him."