Quick Transmigration Female Lead: Male God, Never Stopping

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The voice of Jin Rongfeng came from the ear, with a enchanting sound, shaking her heart.

Between the two, she seems to have seen what happened six hundred years ago.

At that time, the original owner was the most princess of the emperor. At that time, Du Jiusheng was a teenager that everyone loved.

The original Lord likes him, Jin Rongfeng likes him, and Hongyue likes him...

Only this same like, only the original owner is justified, Jin Rongfeng and Hongyue's likes are so unbearable.

Red Moon, still like him, use all means to talk to him.

Regrettably, no matter how hard she tried, she could not reach the original owner.

Is it because of status? She is not satisfied! The ambiguous heart made her want to report to the Lord, and wanted her to be the wicked person referred to by the tens of thousands of people, and wanted her to die.

Therefore, she designed a series of plans to kill Liu Qidu, killing a family of Jin Rongfeng forty-eight.

Six hundred years ago, on the last day of Jin Rongfeng’s death row, the original owner, because of illness, asked Red Moon to replace her to ask the emperor to take back the sacred sacred sacred.

And even sick, it is a plan that Red Moon has arranged in advance.

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There is chaos in my mind, and breathing is getting harder and harder. Just when she thought she was going to die, her stomach suddenly jumped, and the feeling of weakness on her body slowly dissipated.

She blinked in an instant, slammed her chest and gasped.

"How is it possible? How... maybe-" Jin Rongfeng was incredulously watching the Luo Ding, who was about to die, suddenly survived.

There was no breath around her, but she woke up like this? !

Only for a moment, the drawer of the bedside table was slammed. The black beads rolled down and all the black gas disappeared.

"Impossible, impossible-" Jin Rongfeng screamed in exasperation, and the whole person was completely in a state of violent walking.

Luo dusted his eyes and his body's strength slowly recovered. He always felt that his stomach could feel a warmth and kept giving her strength.

This feeling has never existed before...

"What do you want to do?" Lan Fan blocked her in front of her and looked at him with vigilance: "How did you come in!"

The library has been in existence for so many years, and he has never seen a soul coming in without the help of a **** messenger.

What's more, it is a hundred years of dead soul...

"I naturally have a high-level help!" Jin Rongfeng calmed himself down and looked at Luo's dusty lips and smiled: "Either go with me, or... don't blame me for sending this kid to hell."

"Supreme people help?" Luo Ding Chen cold and swelled, the eyes flashed a trace of disdainful smile: "Red Moon, right?"

Only the red moon, which is also the messenger of hell, came to the library, and the nine students were not aware of it. She could come to her room so smoothly and put unknown things.

It seems that the light of sin has never dissipated.

Even after six hundred years...

"It is quite smart." Jin Rongfeng smiled coldly, his eyes were already reddish purple, and it was almost a deadline. It has already become a state of incompetence.

Luo Ding gently dusted his eyebrows, put his right hand under the bed and took out the long sword that the handle bought on the market, and he said coldly: "But you are stupid."

"Hehehehe..." He sneered a few times: "With a broken sword, I want to turn over and say that I am stupid, you should not be scared!"

"When Liu Liu, who died six hundred years ago, who is the black hand that reaches the fifty-eight lives of your family, you are afraid to be a fool!" Luo Dust's right hand holds the sword tightly, even if it is not a phoenix sword, holding it can feel a little bit of safety.