Quick Transmigration Female Lead: Male God, Never Stopping

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"Mother, the doctor said, your body should not be angry." Chuntao worried about the opening: "Otherwise it is easy to attack the heart, the wound may be difficult to heal..."

"Healing? Do you think I care?" Ning Shuixin’s biting teeth: "I don’t have a hand, will it grow out? Since it won’t grow up? Why should I care?"

For Ning Shuixin, when she chose to let Song Qing die, she had already got rid of it.

Since you haven't got anything, then everyone should not be better!

She can only fight hard at the end! Desperate, you can win...

"But the goddess... your body is very bad now..."

At this moment, Chuntao suddenly felt that such a Ningshui heart was very sad. If a woman in the harem could not get the love of the emperor, what is the difference with the ordinary palace lady.

No, they are even worse than ordinary palace ladies.

Love is not the only thing that is the most painful thing.

"Change the clothes for the palace, cough and cough..." Ning Shuixin coughed his mouth and found that he had spit out blood.

"Anniling--" Chuntao was shocked, and Ning Shuixin also widened his eyes.

In fact, although she felt the pain in the wound, she did not feel how uncomfortable her body was.

But this blood is really scaring her.

"Anniling..."

"Don't care... cough..." Ning Shuixin coughed again two channels: "You have to prepare clothes, the time to seal the ceremony is coming! I can't miss the opportunity to meet Feng Wang."

This is already a way to turn back, and all she has left is the same.

She has a hunch, and she has a hunch that she must still be in the palace...

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Big red long skirt, phoenix crown on the head, bright teeth, skin like snow.

This is the first time she has worn this since she came to the Phoenix Dynasty.

Looking at myself in the mirror, I was a little embarrassed in a moment, some... familiar...

"The maiden--" on the side of the branch took Danhong to lightly describe her eyebrows: "The slave feels that your eyebrows are a little empty, it is better to add a flower!"

"What flowers do you want to add?"

Luo looked at the bronze mirror and suddenly felt that the branches were quite right.

Her eyebrows seem to be a little empty, and I always feel that there should be a bunch of flowers.

"The branches don't know, the goddess wants to add anything, and the branches give you pictures."

"Well, let's spend the other side!"

Luo Ding closed his eyes and closed eyes, seemingly unconsciously emerged from a strange and familiar picture.

She is also in a red dress, sitting in front of the bronze mirror, sitting in front of her is like a man.

He took a pen, painted her eyebrows, and painted a vivid red flower for her in her eyebrows.

There seems to be a voice in the ear -

"What flower do you want to draw?"

"Good looking flowers."

"what is that?"

"Can the other shore be good?"

......

"what--"

Probably because the sound in the ear is too real, Luo Dingchen feels that his heart suddenly jumps, seems to be pulled away, suddenly pulled back to reality.

"Wang Niang... What's wrong with you?" Branches blinked and said: "Slaves don't paint, if the goddess doesn't like it, slaves..."

"Don't talk first..." Luo smashed his eyebrows and looked at himself in the mirror. He had a feeling of inexplicable confusion.

Why are you so familiar, this feeling has never been experienced before, otherwise it is impossible to be so familiar.

When is it?

30,000 years ago?

"The maiden..." For a long time, the sound of the branches was passed into her ears: "The time for the closure of the hall is here."

"Well..." she whispered, "Go ahead."