Quick Transmigration Female Lead: Male God, Never Stopping

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Luo had a glimpse of the dust and had not fully reacted. His left hand was firmly held by Murong.

He blew out all over the body, and the haze of his eyes could freeze all the people around him in the next second.

In the cold, with a weird horror, a pair of blue scorpions squatted and looked at Murong Hanxuan dangerously.

"You...who are you?" Murong Hanxuan shook his head hard, and he panicked and shouted: "Come on...opening..."

"Hey--" Murong Ming's scorpion converges, and the dark blue shimmer follows the palm of his hand, knocking on the neck of Murong Hanxuan.

The next second, Murong Hanxuan fell to the ground.

The whole process took place in just three seconds. As soon as the dust fell, it was pulled by Murong and left the royal study.

In the night, the cold wind is cool, and the sky is still gray, showing the red light.

She saw some of his unnatural eyes, licked his lips and chuckled: "How come you, worry about me?"

In fact, when she asked such a ridiculous discourse, she always had confidence, and the other party would definitely fall under her pleated skirt, and the feelings would rise.

But this time, she is not sure.

The heart screamed incessantly, the mouth of the mouth with shallow news, and the blind man looked at Murong Ming.

Wait a second, wait for an answer.

For a long time, there is no prompt tone. He slowly let go of her hand, and the tone restored the faint lazy way: "Snow puts things in the sandalwood, I will take a look."

"What to look at?" At this moment, she suddenly felt that the things in the sandalwood were not important at all.

The important thing is why he is doing it, looking for her to worry about her, or to see the enemy's look and see the excitement.

Murong Ming Wei Wei, I did not expect she would ask such a question.

For a long time, until the cold wind blew, the petals of the hibiscus fell on her blue silk, and she only heard his answer.

"you."

Suddenly I feel that this dialogue is a bit quiet in this strange scene.

I don’t understand what the man in front of me is thinking, and I don’t understand what his lazy appearance is.

"Tick, ticking--" Two drops of clear water droplets broke this silence.

The glass crystals in Murong's meditation reveal a faint blue light, and four tears of sincerity gather together.

"It seems that the story of Daogu and Gaochun, the county owner and the general has already finished." Luo Dingchen looked at the glass crystal, and the bottom of his eyes was a touch of lightness.

Always think that the starting point is it, the end point... it will be it.

"Well, it's a bad building." Murong Ming nodded, and the hand holding the crystal glass shivered slightly.

"Floor..." Luo slammed his eyes and said: "Is it the story of the brothel woman and the male ghost?"

Tell the truth, these five stories. Her heart is the story of Lou Er, because she always felt that this answer will be very surprising.

Why did the Qinglou woman kill the fiancee who abandoned the male ghost, and she will be embarrassed by the male ghost.

Generally, she already has an answer in her heart!

"Yeah." His brow froze, his mouth outlined a very light smile: "So when are you going to give me your tears."

Luo shrugged and shrugged his shoulders and turned a big white eye toward him: "If you really need it, when I squeeze it, I will squeeze a few drops out of it?"

"To be sincere tears, will be gathered into the glass crystal with the orbit of the underworld." Murong Ming looked at her eyes and asked with a slight exploration: "You have never had a heartbeat, Lovesick?"