Quick Transmigration Female Lead: Male God, Never Stopping

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The ten halls of the ghost king are the people, and the entire Yin Cao government knows. The king who has a confusing face is very cold and unusual. He has barely exposed several times in this ghost town.

People like him, living in this temple, how can there be a lover, how can there be a sweetheart.

An Jing was staring at the winter child who fell to the ground. The ghosts stood beside the winter children and their feet were soft.

They are ghosts. They don't have a little bit of role in this ghost town. They face the powerful black and white messengers who have the power of the land.

A carelessness is the fate of the soul, but at this moment, even if they tremble, they stand next to the winter, without retreating.

"It seems that you really don't want to live." The soul of the soul is immersed in the cold red light, and the right hand is holding the whip slightly closer to the winter.

Her eyes are full of killing, as if the next second will swing the whip, let the winter child fly away.

But she is just a black and white messenger. Do you really dare to do such a thing?

Luo Dust also thinks about the future, and the soul has raised his hand, wanting to whip down.

The winter child closed her eyes tightly and looked up. She planned to take the whip hard.

In the next second, Luo's eyebrows were picked up, and his left hand waved. The ghost ring smacked a dark blue light and attacked the wrist of the soul.

Just listen to "咚-", and the whip instantly falls.

"Who--" The soul was incredulously looked around, and there was a confusing light in the curtain.

In addition to her, she thought that anyone else could have mana, absolutely impossible!

And just that the dark blue light, why she feels so familiar, seems to have seen where in the geometry.

Luo Dust casually took the ghost mask in the room and a jade folding fan, jumped from the window and stood by the nightmare.

She folded her fan and waved her eyebrows to look at the soul of the soul. "I have never heard that a small black and white messenger in this yin dynasty can break the soul of a person. Is there no king?" ”

The soul of the soul was half-squinted, and some vigilantly looked at the dust in front of him. The right hand gently lifted, and the ghost behind him rolled over the booklet and immediately came forward and said to her: "Report messenger, there is no such ghost."

"No?" The soul of the soul suddenly jumped and whispered: "How is it possible?"

Wan Guicheng is a place that must be reached through the Tenth Temple, but all the ghosts who pass the Tenth Temple have no mana.

But the smear of the blue light was so real that she slammed her long whip to the ground. Who is this person?

"Whether you are a ghost or a ghost, I have a way to make you never go back." The soul of the soul converges, the right hand receives, and the whip returns to her hand again.

Just as Luo Dust tried to pull out a nine-month whip out of thin air, the nightmare '咚' slammed down and slammed into the soul of the soul. "It’s my fault, black and white messenger. If you really want to break the soul, you can eliminate the words that only hate your heart, and break up me! It’s my delusion, I don’t give strange thoughts.”

As soon as the voice fell, she dropped the blue lily into the empty ground, and a drop of crystal tears fell.

"The person who was beaten by the soul of the three souls said yes -" Luo sneered a sneer, and the jade fan in his hand slammed on the hand casually, looking at the front of the soul: "To deal with this Kind, how can you be so weak?"