Quick Transmigration Female Lead: Male God, Never Stopping

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"I laugh at you stupid." Luo's eyes flashed with cold light, and his tone was disdainful: "Do you really think that you were invited?"

"Do you really think that the Phoenix Dynasty welcomes you?"

"Do you really think that Phoenix King wants to see you?"

Her three-in-one question made Ning Shuixin and Yan Ying fall into confusion. They didn't seem to understand what she was talking about.

But they can feel the momentum that emanates from the whole body, which makes people feel terrible.

It seems to be the devil from hell, using her voice, a little bit penetrated into their hearts.

"You are a palace girl..."

"What are you doing?"

Yan Ying still wants to say something, but was interrupted by a familiar voice.

The teenager not far away was wearing a black dress, followed by a woman wearing a pink sling.

The woman's eyes are very beautiful, but if she looks straight into the dust, it is still inferior.

Song Qinghan stepped forward step by step, first saw the body of a place smashed his eyebrows, then slowly lifted and saw her.

A round of bright moonlight, she holds a long sword, her eyebrows are as cold as frost, slightly squinting, and her eyes are full of indifference.

"You..." Song Qinghan was shocked. The whole person unconsciously retreated backwards. He widened his eyes and looked at the woman in front of him: "Dust... You are 6 Are you dusting?"

How can it be? How could she appear here, how could she still be alive.

She is a corpse buried by his own hands, he can't live.

But this person in front, her face, her eyebrows, but she looks exactly the same.

Why is it...

Did God hear his inner voice and let her rise again? Let her return to her side?

"Song Qinghan--" Luo smashed his eyes, and there was a cold light in his throat: "It seems that you are here."

In the moment of seeing each other again, Luo Dingchen can still feel the inexplicable sorrow of the heart.

That is probably the emotion that the original Lord gave her, giving her a feeling of suffocation.

It is also this moment, Luo Dianchen understands how much hate him in the heart of the original Lord.

"You...how can you talk?" Song Qinghan rushed forward to reach out and grab it, but was blocked by the phoenix sword in her hand.

"How? When you first came, you want to die?" Luo slammed his mouth and raised a scornful smile. His eyebrows floated and said: "Song Wang and the previous are very different! The former you, the special life."

"You really are dusting, really you..." Song Qinghan suddenly smiled, and there was a shallow mist in his throat.

He misses her too much, or maybe she really regrets it, regrets everything she has done, and regrets that she has forced her to a dead end for her own reasons.

It’s all because of him, it’s because of him, it’s all because of him.

If he gave her a little warmth when she needed him the most, maybe she would not die.

She clearly relied on him so much, but he gave her a fatal blow when she was desperate.

"If you are going one step forward, don't blame my sword for being ruthless." Luo slammed his eyes and said: "Some accounts should be counted. After all, I have been killed by three of you. Life."

Luo fell into a dust, and the light between the eyebrows suddenly became extremely fierce.

She was cold and sullen, watching them say: "Leave a life down! I will let the other two of you leave."