Quick Transmigration Female Lead: Male God, Never Stopping

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Cui Er glanced at the scorpion and spit two spurs toward the rough palm. Then he used all his strength and took a slap in the face.

"Hey--" screams.

But this scream is not a scorpion, but belongs to the singer who beat her. At this time her palm was not full of blood, just like this slap hit the needle cone.

The expression of the scorpion stunned. For a moment, the whole face of a group of meat was squeezed together, and the long tongue spit out, like a ghostly wandering body.

Tsui just saw it, and immediately frightened and fell, shouting: "Ghost... Ghost--"

"Ghosts, you give me a fight!" The moment the Su turned and turned, the blind man had recovered.

The anger that she saw in her face made the Luo on the roof sigh.

Some people are ghosts, look ugly, but clean.

Some people are personal, look good, but they are just walking dead.

Just as Tsui’s battle stood up, a gust of wind blew. Just a white shadow of the soul, ‘咻’ got into the body of Tsui.

Originally a pale face, the smile bursts in an instant, strange as a flower in the blood, revealing the sullen gas.

"Hey! Is the goddess let me play?" The sound of a enchanting singer, with a touch of sharpness.

The eyes of the scorpion sitting on the chair lit up, and the corner of the mouth outlined a very light smile.

There is a sense of joy that old acquaintances have never reunited, and everything goes without saying.

"Yes! Can't understand people?" Su fell to the ground and screamed: "The young man who beat her is begging for mercy!"

"Ghost?" Ning Er, who was on Tsui's body, chuckled, his eyes narrowed, and his mouth was smiling with a touch of sorrow: "I am afraid that the ghosts here are much more than people."

Su will never know that there are two ghosts in this bright room.

"What do you say...the amount..."

Before the fall of the Soviet Union, Tsui had already stepped forward, and her hand grabbed her neck very quickly and slowly lifted her up.

Her normal white eyes suddenly became bloodshot, filling the entire eye.

"I don't like to fight, I like to kill!" She slammed her and slammed into the stone pillar. The blood in the back of the head flowed down instantly.

"Blood...is the smell of blood." She grabbed the hand of the fallen neck and kept using it.

Su fell with both hands holding her hand tightly, her tongue was stretched out, and the eyes were filled with blood.

"Hey--" bold ghosts, actually hurt the Queen's Empress.

Between the electric and the Flint, when the Soviet Union fell and it was about to become her kind, Wu Wish even arrived.

Ninger’s heart was turned into a sigh of white smoke and was preparing to escape. As everyone knows, the witch wishes the wand to lift, and the surrounding is full of golden light.

Luo Dingchen is trying to help Ninger escape, and Murong’s eyes are swaying, and a strong dark blue light in the air almost suppresses the golden light of the wand.

"The son..." Ninger's eyebrows are slightly comfortable, and it seems to be under a piece of protection, leaving quickly.

I don't know why, this moment is like a lot of appreciation of Murong Ming standing next to her.

He is not like a wild ghost who has died for seven hundred years, but has a very noble feeling. With a touch of mystery, it gives a feeling of unfathomable feeling.

Can such a person really fall in love with anyone as he said.

For the first time, there was a very strange feeling that the female aura was gone!