Quick Transmigration Female Lead: Male God, Never Stopping

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"You, you, you, you... you mean... your original purpose is to kill me?" Luo Dingchen holding the sweet-scented osmanthus cake, suddenly lost his appetite.

really! The tolerance of Rong Guo’s rumors is very correct!

He is a cold, frosty, and very versatile person!

"Yeah." He faintly responded, and the dark eyes of the eyes looked at her intently.

"Then why did you change your mind later?" Luo slammed the dust and thought about it, and the other side should have a sweet response.

such as--

"Because I saw your first sight, I regret it."

Or -

"When I look at you, I just want to protect you."

Or is it--

"At the time I saw so many assassins trying to kill you, I couldn't hold my sword!"

......

How many love words have been gone in my mind, and I plan to listen to what Rong Jing will say to him!

As everyone knows, when she opened her mouth, her smile was so stiff.

"Ah--" He frowned and looked at her eyes, flashing a faint wave of light: "Because you have a self-knowledge."

“Hey?” Luo was dusty and confused.

"Hey, I know I can't beat you."

On the night of the dead city, he will never forget this life.

The girl was in white, holding a red sword, and under the moonlight, her face was cold and frosty. In the face of countless assassins, there was no fear of the eyes.

The hand fell and the blood splashed, but her expression did not change at all.

No mercy, no ridicule, no even movement.

Probably at that moment, her expression moved to him, causing him to accidentally pass the leaves.

Her ears moved a little and he knew she had an insight into where he was.

If this does not happen at this time, it is too much to say.

But the emergence also has to let the other party remember themselves, so Rong Jing thought of this method.

It seems awkward, but fortunately she thought that he would not speak, it would not be so easy to reveal.

"I don't think so." Luo Ding put the osmanthus cake into his mouth: "The martial arts of the king should be above me!"

"Under." Rong Jing looked at her and said: "You can win without fighting."

I don't know if the sweet-scented osmanthus cake is too sweet, or the breeze blowing in through the window is too warm.

Luo Ding only felt that the inner part of the inexplicable feeling of sweetness, it is that she can not consciously raise the sweetness of the mouth.

That night, she lived in the palace, and Rong Jing did not announce that she was the princess of the princess.

Because he knew that after they left the night, someone went to the city to find her the next day.

After investigating for one day, he is probably already looking for her.

The king of the praying country prays for the night, the one she should call her brother.

Seeing that she didn't talk, he licked his mouth and asked: "Those who kill you are the ones who pray for the country. Why do they want to kill you?"

Judgingly, she is not only a princess who prayed for the country and Rong Guo, but prayed that the country should not send someone to pursue her.

Even if you want to kill, you should wait until you enter the Chaoshan City, so that you can at least give him a charge.

I can do it in the dead city, that is, I want her life.

"Isn't that obvious?" Luo's dusty scorpion was slightly converging, and his mouth raised a sneer: "The queen of the praying country wants to kill me."

"Why?"

Luo dusted his eyes slightly and licked his lips: "Probably because she was afraid that I would steal her man!"

"What are you talking about?"

"Yes." She took a tea ceremony: "I have no blood relationship with the praying king."