Quick Transmigration Female Lead: Male God, Never Stopping

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When Wu Zhu said the last four words, the eyes fell on Murong Ming’s body.

Luo did not know what she saw, or she could not see anything, but she felt the long-lasting breath of them.

Like the fate between fate and collision, the old and mysterious chapter slowly opens.

Witch wished nothing to say, but brought some of the spirits of the Soviet Union back to the room.

Luo Dian dusted a look at Murong Ming, and turned to Murong Hanxuan: "That will not disturb the rest of the sun, first retire."

She said that it is not easy to talk to Murong Hanxuan so sensibly.

Telling the truth, if she can, she would like to take out the nine-month whip in minutes and send him to heaven without explaining!

I don’t know -

“Can Mr. Si Yue speak in one step.” Murong Han Xuan’s eyebrows were slightly picked, with a faint stream of light in his eyes.

This kind of gaze she had seen before, when Murong Hanxuan looked at it with such eyes, it was not Susie.

How envious of the original Lord at that time, she must have never thought that there would be such a day,

Murong Hanxuan will look at her with the same gaze. Although she is not her, she was her.

Murong's eyes are still lazy, the face is calm, but the fingertips of the hand is unconsciously rubbed.

He had this habit since he was a child, and he was unhappy at the bottom of his heart, and he habitually tapped the table with his fingertips.

If there is no place to knock, he will habitually rub his fingers.

"Okay." She raised her eyebrows and nodded slightly.

After all, it was a palace. After all, the emperor said that it was not easy to refuse. In the second place, she wanted to know what the man wanted to play.

Inside the royal study.

At this moment, the whole royal study room is only two people, Luo Dingchen and Murong Hanxuan.

The air is filled with a touch of sandalwood, in this closed study.

The candlelight is bright, he looks at her eyes and whispers: "Master Si Yue, I always feel where we have seen before?"

He always felt that the woman who gave him the feeling was so familiar, as if he had been together.

Luo dusted his eyebrows slightly, and his mouth sneered a sneer: "We naturally saw it."

In the memory, the original Lord did not love him less. Although she loved to stick people, she never lost anyone in the name of love.

But after all, no one loves her. And the person she gave her love to, she wished she died.

"I have seen..." Murong Hanxuan frowned, and his heart suddenly trembled.

In the next second, her eyebrows moved slightly, and the white pheasant was directly taken off. A pair of eyes looked cold and incomparably watching him continue: "Elder brother, how can I even forget it?"

"Booming--" the thunder of the window, the fiery red light not only instantly lit up a night sky, but also on her white cheeks.

"Ah--" Murong Hanxuan exclaimed, and he took a step back. The lips can't stop shaking: "You... you... Luo... Luo Dust... How can you..."

"How can I be here?" She held her hand and looked cold and step by step toward Murong Hanxuan: "Yes! I should not be here, I should be in the imperial tomb of the hell, become a ghost, never forever. Super life, right?"

At this moment, behind her is like a gas fire in hell, bit by bit swallowing her.

The left hand of the Nether Ring with a faint blue light, swearing her inner resentment.