Quick Transmigration Female Lead: Male God, Never Stopping

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Even if everyone in the Metropolitan Police Department knew that he was the chief culprit of these accidents.

They also know that today's Du Jiusheng is in the same way as the original Wang Meng.

It seems as if I have painted myself as a prisoner, and I have to wait for an infinite loop.

It is still a tall building of thirty-three floors, but it is not the original room.

It is said that the older a person is, the more stable his heart will be, but he seems to be different.

The longer the time passed, the more violent and arrogant he became.

Killing people...and more and more...

Sometimes even because of a single sentence, because of a small matter, he did not hesitate to kill.

He clearly knows that he can let go, but he just doesn't let go.

The whole ‘Mu Dang’ organization has been circulating a sentence – **** is empty, demons are in the world.

He admits that he is a demon and admits that he is a sultry person.

It doesn't matter...

He doesn't care about hell, as long as the person he cares about can live well.

What about hell, how about never being born?

He doesn't care about it, he never cares.

There is never a good person in this world, but a good person will always die than a bad person.

Just as he was in meditation, suddenly someone rushed in and shouted: "Nine gods, we succeeded."

Du Jiusheng felt his heart whispering, and the original dull scorpion finally lit up.

After 15 years of research on the other side of the holy water, he once again came to the underground hail.

She didn't seem to have changed all these years, her skin was still very white, and when she was lying there quietly, she fell asleep.

But he is different, he is already a lot older, obviously only in his 30s, but he already has white hair.

He gently poured the holy water of the other shore into her mouth, just like what she did to him fifteen years ago.

The only difference is that Luo Ding did not wake up like him.

"Tick and ticking -"

After a minute and a second, she was still lying quietly, without any signs of waking up.

Du Jiu was panicked...

At that moment, he seemed to see from his own body the same look as Wang Meng.

"No, impossible, absolutely impossible-"

He shouted like a child, his hands trembled endlessly, feeding the water in his bottle into the dusty mouth.

Five minutes passed, ten minutes passed, and half an hour passed.

She still has no reaction.

In fifteen years, the experiment seems to have succeeded, but the effect of the so-called holy water has failed.

Despair, endless despair...

Perhaps the holy water on the other side has always been a myth.

After all, no one has ever been able to save a person with it.

But he is not reconciled, really not reconciled -

There was a burst of pain in the heart, and some strange pictures flashed in front of me.

I saw him in a white robes, suddenly turned into a dark red armor.

Blood stained his clothes, and his gentle eyebrows became full of killings.

He is crazy killing, one, two, one hundred, two hundred, one thousand, two thousand...

He doesn't seem to know why he will kill so many people, only knowing that he was as painful as he is now.

The painful feeling slowly dissipated until the moment the heart stopped.

He knows that he is dead...

Just fall into hell, at least in hell, you can see her last side.

Then, it doesn't matter if the cycle is never painful, as long as it is good.

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