Quick Transmigration Female Lead: Male God, Never Stopping

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The suffering of the original Lord in praying for the country is definitely millions of times in front of this person.

Even if it is hard to drill soldiers in the military field, what is she doing when she is dead in the dead city?

"The girl is raised in the squats on weekdays. She doesn't know what is hard." Gu Yuhua did not call her queen, nor did she call her full name.

It’s just a ‘girl girl’, giving people a feeling of being very happy.

"That's a test over there." Luo Ding gently put down the fan in his hand, and a flash of light flashed through his throat.

Rong Jing is looking at her sideways, and his eyes are admiring the look of pet.

Although Gu Yuhua has been riding the battlefield all the year round, her martial arts is absolutely above her.

So even if it is a contest, he has nothing to worry about.

On the contrary, there is an inexplicable joy in my heart that seems to be the feeling of being valued.

I have never felt that this feeling is so comfortable.

"The girl will not laugh." In the old scorpion, a faint light flashed through his mouth, but his mouth was a sneer smile: "You estimate that even the sword is raised..."

In the next second, I only heard the sound of ‘Dangdang’, and Luo Ding’s dust jumped straight away, pulling a long sword from the hand of a sideguard and attacking in the direction of Gu Yuhua.

Her speed is very fast, Gu Yuhua has not even reacted, she has come to her.

Although the head has not turned, but the body is very honest.

I saw that she raised her hand with a long shot and struggled to feel the momentum of the other side.

"Oh--" the soldiers around him sucked a sigh of relief.

In the future, the future of the Luo skirt, the breeze blowing her blue silk, she looks so delicate, can hold the momentum of the sword, but it is so powerful.

"You..." Gu Yuhua stunned, and his head was unconsciously showing a little bit of sweat.

The collision between strength and strength just now made her feel the strength of the other side.

Her martial arts...

"The Ming people don't talk about the whisper, I don't like to bend the corners." Luo dusted up the long sword, and the corner of his mouth outlined a very sneer: "The winner is the king."

The other party has already said this to the book, and Gu Yuhua is no longer able to fight.

Even if she can fully feel the powerful atmosphere of the other side, she must fight in this battle.

She originally wanted to go to war, but she didn't know why. At this moment, when she looked at Luo's dusty eyes, her heart was inexplicably fearful.

As if her eyes were cold and fearless, the ghosts were not afraid.

Gu Yuhua took a deep breath and clenched his long shot: "Come on."

“哼—” Luo slammed the dust and whispered: “Not self-reliant.”

In an instant, she leaped into the attack of Gu Yuhua.

She asked herself that her swordsmanship has definitely reached the peak of its glory. It is not a phoenix sword in her hand. It is not very easy to use.

But shooting down the rifle in the hands of Gu Yuhua is only a few seconds.

‘Dangdang’, a long shot.

The long sword in the hands of Luo Ding reached her throat, her eyes floating, slightly unbelievable.

After a few seconds, he frowned and dropped his eyes.

"You lost." Luo Dust's right hand was loose, and the long sword fell directly on the ground.

The evening wind was scornful. She sorted out the clothes a little, and the corner of her mouth raised a very light smile and walked in the direction of Rongjing.

He slowly got up, reached out and caught her, and held her in his arms.

"Hot?" His voice was very gentle, and the surrounding Gonggong Palace ladies were hanging down.

They have never seen such a vision of this kind of demeanor, and fear in their hearts.

"Yeah." Luo Dust once again picked up the fan and fanned it, a habitual appearance.

She took the broken hair in his ear and said, "Go, go back and drink the iced plum soup."