Quick Transmigration Female Lead: Male God, Never Stopping

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Inside the Dali Temple, there is a smell of mildew in the air. Although I have to do everything, the face of the Dali Temple guards is still very good.

"You have to look at the recidivism that killed the loved ones in today's holy place. Time is limited, and the words will come out quickly." The guards turned the silver on the hand and looked at the hand next to the eye: "Let them go in."

When I heard the words of the "loving person", Luo Ding couldn't help but turn a blind eye at him.

Xi Jin was locked in the innermost cell, with moss everywhere and a cobweb.

Luo smashed his eyebrows, and his heart trembled unconsciously. What happened in the past year, can make Feng Si drunk on a face to such a paranoid point.

Paranoid to the singer of the ten-year-old gentleman directly into the Dali Temple, what exactly is he... what is in his mind?

"Stunned!" He whispered and walked forward.

"What?" Luo dusted behind him, licking his lips: "Your sister's evidence is conclusive, how can the emperor faint?"

Everyone has a person who wants to maintain it, and she is no exception.

Even if the most important thing in front of her eyes is to help the confession of the confession, she still can't listen to others saying that Fengsi is drunk.

"Why isn't it faint?" The sorrowful words, the back always, stopped and turned to the body: "He would rather believe that a sister who had not been in the palace for a long time, did not believe that my sister spent 10 years with him. People. Colors are fascinating, still not called faint?"

I was very angry when I was divorced. After all, my sister who was worried about eating and drinking was locked up in such a dark and cold cage. He was unwilling.

"It’s ridiculous!" Luo was so cold and cold, and looked at him with a word and a sentence: "If you were not the emperor, your sister might have been buried with the general of Ningyuan!"

"You..." I was a little dumb, and he seemed to be able to see a touch of anger from her eyes.

But he didn't know why she was angry.

“What am I?” Luo Qing’s clearing of the dust said: “You also said that the evidence is clear in the eyes of the public. How do you let the emperor do it, and favor your sister’s murderer?”

"My sister didn't kill!" He said that he was biting his lips and said with a stern word.

"You saw it?" Luo shrugged his shoulders and shook his eyes. "No one sees who is under the poison, and your sister can only become a target. Feng...The emperor did not make a mistake, it is hard that you want to let Is the king of a country sheltered in front of the courtiers?"

Half a ring, surrounded by silence.

Her powerful words made it impossible for him to say a rebuttal. He just said that he turned around and said: "You really talk to him."

"Sorry," she said with a sigh of relief: "I may not have taken care of your mood."

"No, you are right." He walked away and stepped forward, not looking back.

Luo seems to be able to hear him say a very light words: "I just don't like to hear you praise him."

One is his sister, the other is the one who makes him extremely trustful to appreciate when he first meets, but they all seem to say good things for a violent emperor.

"Sister..." Going to the front, he stood in front of the innermost iron prison and gave a soft call.

In the cage, Xi Jin was stunned and turned slowly. He tentatively said: "Yes, is it small?"

"I am me, sister..."

When the nose is sour, the tears will fall, and every word and every sentence will almost disappear.