Quick Transmigration Female Lead: Male God, Never Stopping

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It was about to drop a warm embrace. The man whispered in his ear: "Is it crazy?"

After that, it was a long darkness.

He gently picked her up, and the cold light flashed in the scorpion, and the moment of lifting it, the golden light of the eyebrows was like a tear.

Only for a moment, all the ghosts slammed their heads.

This night is destined to be an extraordinary night. The world is discolored, and the ghost door is wide open.

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Blinking again, it is already a chic inn.

The scorpion sat on one side and carefully wrapped the wound for her.

She felt a little vague about her previous memories. Know what happened, but I can't accept that thought.

At that time, she felt no pain at all, and her brain was full of **** killings.

You can even use a common destruction to complete a certain task, just for the pleasure of the moment and the **** smell.

but now--

"Oh, it hurts!" She frowned, rubbing her teeth and feeling pain.

The blind man looked at her and said with a look of admiration: "Girl, you just performed in Yizhuang really too... too... brave!"

"It should be terrible!" Luo squinted and blinked, and some embarrassed.

"It’s crazy." Not far from the cold sound, she lifted her eyes and saw the person standing by the window.

Murong Ming is a black robes, leaning against a bright and bright moon, a pair of rare blue eyes, flashing cold and dark, the side of the face like a sculptural five-pointed, so you can not see things.

"You...when did you come out!" Luo slammed into the dust, blinked and blinked, and almost couldn't believe the Murong Ming in front of him.

If he can leave the Imperial Mausoleum at any time, why should he be trapped for seven hundred years?

"When are you coming out, when will I come out?" He squinted and looked at the ghost ring to her left hand.

Luo Ding Mou as a big enlightenment: "You are in the ring?"

"Yeah." He looked at her pale cheek and nodded, wondering why there was a strange feeling.

As a person of his identity, there should be no feeling.

"The son, I need to go to the palace in the morning, I heard that it is the birthday of the dog emperor!" The nephew wrapped all the wounds for her: "The son, I will go back to the palace first."

"Mu Rong Han Xuan's birthday!" Luo Ding bite his teeth and said: "This is not going to make a fuss, isn't it... too bad!"

“Debt?” Murong’s eyes converge: “The wound doesn’t hurt?”

I really don't know what this person thinks in his mind, people are full of exploration, and some... distressed.

"It hurts! Of course it hurts!" Luo dusted his head down and looked at himself wrapped up like a mummy: "But I can't see him!"

This kind of scum male scum, not good abuse, it is difficult to eliminate her heart.

In the past and present, all the grudges will be repaid in one lump sum!

"Reassured, he can't be good." Murong Ming turned to look at the blind man: "You go back first, the yang is heavy during the day, although the body is full of yin, but the royal family has a real dragon, and there is pressure on ghosts. Be careful."

"Know the son!"

After the scorpion left, Murong Ming slowly walked to her bed and stared at her.

After watching it for a long time, I have never looked at it.

She was a little embarrassed and touched her ear and said: "What do you think of me?"

"With the body sacrifice artifact, who taught you?" Murong Ming sat on her bed, lazy leaning, but the scorpion was a chill.