Quick Transmigration Female Lead: Male God, Never Stopping

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I saw the next second, his cold scorpion slowly raised: "She is worth noting that I have the final say, and you have no light."

The sound fell, and the cold wind was everywhere. It blew the snow on the ground and blew her clothes.

"Haha--" Feng Linger seems to have known that he has not spent much time in Yang. He laughed a few times and said ironically: "Yes! It has nothing to do with me. But I saw her painful look. Suddenly I felt that I was not so unwilling."

Luo was so cold and cold, and his eyes were cold and staring at Feng Linger.

She wants to go back, but those words are stuck in the throat, and I can't say a word.

Because she is right, she is very painful, the kind of pain that is almost desperate.

For the curse, for the resurrection of the corpse, she may not fully understand the things of the destiny.

But she knew that it was no longer a person to stand in front of her at this moment to protect her ink night.

It's a ghost... a ghost who revives his own body.

No, not now, it was ten days ago.

"She can live happily, and I will have no regrets in this life." Innocent responded to Feng Linger, and the tone was cold and cold: "At least I have had her, she has owned me."

"But you can't be with her, and for the rest of her life she can only be alone!" Feng Linger laughed wildly, and the sharp voice was heard in the streets of no one, so people couldn't help but feel the pores. .

"No - she will meet a better person." Mo night squinted, with a very calm tone: "Perhaps it should be said that the person already exists."

"Yes! That person exists." Luo took a deep breath and held his hand in the fastest speed: "It's you!"

[叮 - Good feeling plus ten, the task completion is 90%. 】

His hands are very cold, almost the kind of coldness of zero, not a little bit of temperature.

She suddenly remembered that when he was carrying her back that day, she felt the coldness of his back. There is also a bare peach tree, and he suddenly withdraws his hand...

He can't let her touch him, because as long as she touches, she will know that he is not a person but a ghost who revives the soul.

He wants to accompany her and spend the last ten days with her. It will be him, inscribed in the heart, the most precious memories.

"Dust..."

"Ink night, you are a big liar!" Luo looked at him and couldn't help but trembled. "In fact, I never understand you. Even if I have so many good feelings, I still don't understand you." ""

Just like the thousand years ago, Luo Dian did not understand the ink night, even after a thousand years, she still did not understand him.

It may also be said that she does not want to understand.

"Don't cry -" He raised his hand and distressed and touched her cheeks full of tears: "You can only cry to me alone, that person is not qualified -"

The sound fell, and he took out a black paper sign from his arms and attacked in the direction of Feng Linger.

Feng Linger is obviously not willing to leave like this, and his teeth are fighting for resistance.

Between the electric and the flint, a phoenix dance sword descended from the sky, and the body of Feng Linger was split into two halves.

The ugly soul that is spliced ​​together by countless rotten meat is instantly separated from the flesh, and the place in the middle of the soul is printed with deep sword marks.

And the body of her resurrection, has long since died, and the eyes have fallen.

Even the blood that comes out is black, with a disgusting stench...