Quick Transmigration Female Lead: Male God, Never Stopping

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Song Qinghan was lying on the bed, and the bright moonlight shone through his window on his face. He suddenly had little sleepiness.

Suddenly, he seems to hear the intermittent female voice, seems to be calling for help, although the hearing is not really true.

He rubbed his eyebrows, glanced at the door of the room, and finally decided to jump off the window.

So late, if she is around, she will not want him to quarrel with others.

"Oh--" The sound that came from around, gave a feeling of extraordinarily good feelings on such a quiet night.

Song Qinghan walked in the direction of the sound and stopped in front of a firewood house.

"Save... save me..."

There was a woman’s voice in the firewood house. It’s not really clear what I’m listening to, but what is certain is... the voice of the other party is very weak.

"Is there someone inside?"

The inside of the firewood room was quiet, and then a louder sound came out: "Help me... I beg you...

Song Qing chilled his eyebrows and kicked the door of the firewood.

Introducing the woman in a white dress, her face was very pale, and the long blue silk covered her most of her face, but did not cover her eyes.

She has a pair of beautiful eyes, and these eyes are biased...somewhat like her...

"Adults... adults save me..." It’s probably that the woman’s voice is too loud, or that Song Qinghan’s foot is too hard. In short, the inn’s boss and the boss are called.

The boss's face is very unsightly, and the boss's face is even more ugly.

"It's your little goblin... I am a man who has become a family with my enchantment! You said that you are so embarrassed?" The boss, Chunhua, said as she planned to go forward and slap her.

Song Qing Han frowned, and she was very careful and decisive to protect her behind her.

I don't know why, looking at these eyes, he always unconsciously produces a silhouette.

It seems that she was in front of him... standing in front of him, seeking the last protection, the last warmth.

But at that time, Song Qinghan, who was forced to push her into the fire pit, did not leave her a bit of a living.

In those years of the cold palace, she was so desperate, even if she was dying, he did not let her go.

"I bought this person." Song Qinghan's voice was very cold, and the boss immediately said: "This is the signature of our inn, not casually-"

I saw the next second, the dark guard standing not far away rushed up, put a sword on the boss's neck.

The boss was amazed, and ‘唰’’s sighed: “The heroes are forgiving, the heroes are forgiving...”

"Hey--" Song Qing cold screams: "Today oh... I don't kill you, it's on the face of this girl, but you guys, don't think about it."

"Don't - heroes don't - ah!" Chunhua shook his body fat, and he slammed it: "Heroes, we are small books, if you like this kind of girl..."

"what--"

I saw that Chunhua had not spoken yet. Song Qinghan took off the long sword standing next to the guard and cut it directly in the direction of her arm.

Ten percent of the effort, blood splashing.

"If you want to die, you can continue." Song Qinghan's voice is very cold, almost without a trace of temperature.

The woman standing behind him was slightly decapitated, looking at him with tears in his eyes.

This is the first time she has been protected by a strange man since she was born. Her heart has an impulse.

In the future, no matter what happens, she will follow this man. He will let her live and she will be born.

He let her die, she will die...