Quick Transmigration Female Lead: Male God, Never Stopping

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Between the electric and the Flint, the Xuanyi man took a handful of Misha's waist and hugged her.

Some people look at the millennium, and some people can fall in love at first sight.

Most of the women are looking forward to heroic characters. Xu Yan appeared in such a moment of life and death and became the hero of Misha.

"What are you doing, grab them directly?" Lin Jiao screamed: "If there is resistance, execute on the spot!"

She seems a little anxious, this thing can not be big, she must kill them as soon as possible.

"Is it by you?" The Xuanyi man was cold and swayed, and kept Misha behind him. The deep scorpion looked at her in cold light: "I also want to kill the king?"

In the midst of chaos, Luo Dust slammed the fire as a cover, and took out the phoenix sword directly from the portable space.

In the white, the eyes are cold.

All the people around the area were evacuated, and in addition to the guards who were originally in the court, there were also the guards of the Imperial Army and the Lin family.

About forty or fifty people...

And Luo Ding dust they only have only four people, one of them will not martial arts Misha, there is a promise that does not know whether it will be martial arts!

This number is very disadvantageous!

"You...what are you going to have a sword?" Promised to look at the dust that had already prepared for the battle, and there was a trace of doubt in the curtain.

In fact, just that moment, he actually had an inexplicable panic, and the urge to protect her spread from the bottom of my heart.

As if they had met, or they met in the future.

"Oh!" Luo dusted his eyebrows and said: "Now is not the time to discuss this, will you martial arts?"

"No!" promised to shook his head very honestly: "But I will yell at you!"

Luo dust did not breathe a white eye: she lying on the ground shouting 666, why not?

"Hey, this big brother! Can you play a few?" The next second, she glanced at the ice cubes standing next to her in a black dress: "How about one person?"

Three seconds later, he smiled coldly: "You protect them, I solve all!"

"Ang -" Luo Ding slammed, a small light work, holding a phoenix dance sword immediately rushed into the crowd.

The moment of landing did not forget to say: "I like this person more positively, and the things that protect people are given to you."

"Give me her, don't leave alive--" Lin Jiao's biting teeth, a pair of red-blooded eyes filled with killing.

"Oh, though, come -"

When the sun is shining, the phoenix dance sword rises with the breeze, and every time the sword is drawn, it is like a touch of gold in the sky.

Although there is no blood seal, but there are still some minor injuries that cut through the skin.

Only for a moment, the air is filled with a touch of **** smell. Forty or fifty people swarmed and didn't even touch her clothes, let alone hurt her.

The people standing on the second floor of the teahouse and the promised people not far away were looking at her with a kind of stunned look.

Before this, no one thought of this seemingly vulnerable woman, there is such a huge force in her body.

When the people around him fell to the ground, it was Lin Jiao’s pale face and Ye Ran who stepped back unconsciously.

Ye Ran’s move made her suddenly feel that he may not be so in love with Lin Jiao, and his favorite is himself.

Because he was in danger, he did not stand in front of Lin Jiao like a man, but still stood behind her and took a step back.

Luo's dust speed is coming to Lin Jiao's face. The phoenix dance sword is placed directly on her neck. It is cold and convulsive: "I want to see the ink night! Oh, yes, your emperor!"