Quick Transmigration Female Lead: Male God, Never Stopping

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"Good." Luo's voice was slightly trembling, but the clear eyes were so determined.

But when she looked at his very cold smile, she still felt a stagnation.

That kind of laugh, that kind of bleak.

I saw him slowly raise his hand, and between the slender ones crossed her face: "Do you see the cockroaches over there?"

She slammed, and the feeling of sinfulness reached the bottom of her heart at this moment.

The cockroach next to the scroll on the east wall gave her a very depressed feeling when she dared to enter the door. At this moment, when Feng Si drunk again, her back unconsciously caused a burst of cold sweat.

"Yes...what?" She licked her lips and her eyes trembled and forgot to pass.

The next second, the wind drunk grabbed her wrist and pulled her to the front of her.

A faint **** breath slowly came, she swallowed, and some unconsciously stepped back.

However, the wind drunk did not give her this opportunity, but the lid of the cockroach was opened in an instant, and a pair of fierce scorpions looked at her with incomparable despair: "This is the child you killed by yourself."

A thick **** smell came out, she slammed back, and her heart did not mad.

This feeling does not come entirely from her, a large part comes from the original owner.

That was the child she had handed to Hell. It was blood. Half a month ago, the original owner personally drank the blood left by the lost fetal drug.

"Well..." She closed her eyes and her eyelashes trembled. The **** smell made her stomach roll, and the full guilt slammed her heart.

She licked her chest, breathed in a big mouth, and her face was pale.

At this moment, the phoenix who stood in front of him was drunk and stared at him. He thought that when she saw the blood, she just turned indifferently.

As everyone knows, she has such a big reaction.

"You will react like this, but you will be surprised." He carefully closed the lid of his beak and waved his right hand: "Tomorrow will make Feng Xing return to Changan, but please remember - even if it is If you go to **** together, you won't let you stay with him!"

When the voice fell, he left the royal study without returning, and left her alone to sit on the ground.

She was slightly decapitated, looking at the embarrassment not far away, and her heart suddenly received.

The original Lord is really a...no heart.

Her most distressed is that Feng Si drunk, what kind of paranoid man is in this position, will leave her life after the original Lord made such cruel things.

Let her care and food, protect her for a lifetime.

So that his heart clearly identified the poison, but still only gave her the last smack. When she really swallowed it, she was nervously looking for a doctor, fearing that she was poisoned...

At that moment, did he think about it? If the bowl of soup is really a problem, the person who died first is also him...

Go back to the Huahua Hall and stay asleep all night.

On the early morning of the next day, Feng Si drunk as he wished to call Feng Xing to return to the palace on the main hall.

The ministers of the dynasty screamed and asked him to take back his life, but he was indifferent.

He knew that he hated her and hated it.

But even so, she wants... he wants to help her.

The moon tonight is very beautiful. In the palace of Yiyi, Xi Jin has personally made cakes and worshipped the spiritual position in the boudoir.

That is the spiritual position from General Ning Yuan, Zhong Zhe.

"Day of disappointment... drink two glasses with you!" Feng Si drunk standing at the door of her boudoir, did not go in. Instead, he leaned on the edge of the door gracefully and sighed softly.