Quick Transmigration Female Lead: Male God, Never Stopping

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I have to say that his move is really bad.

After all, even if he killed Feng Si drunk today, he could not become the emperor.

Jun Jun, forever, is a name that is not correct.

It seems that calling him back to Chang'an from the Northern Wilderness has already disrupted all his plans.

Let him have to make this decision, but it is really the best policy!

Luo Dust pulled the hands of Feng Si drunk all the way in the thick jungle, she had no sense of direction, she seemed to have only one belief at this time.

run! run! run! The faster you run, the better!

"Dust!"

"Ah! What's wrong? Come here?" I don't know why, when she entered the Zihuang Mountain, she had a feeling of heart.

This feeling spread from the depths of the heart, seems to come from the fear of the original Lord.

She dreamed of being here, but she was afraid of it. Does that prove that she had something bad happened here?

"A fool." In an instant, Feng Si drunk his right hand and pulled it directly into her arms, holding her tightly: "I know that you are the moment, your heart will jump out... ..."

His nervousness, fear, and all of them came from her danger.

However, he had to admit that when she appeared in front of him, his heart was inextricably disoriented.

"I..." She licked her lips, her cheeks gently rubbing on his chest: "Whoever lets you not let me come, I can only make a decision!"

"Hey, I will worry about you."

"I will worry about you too!"

Whether they encounter anything, the two sides are thinking about each other for the first time.

Perhaps this is the most beautiful way of love.

Feng Si was so drunk that she looked at her somewhat messy hair and was smoked into a small cat-like face. She touched her head with a distressed heart: "It won't be good in the future!"

She probably won't know forever, how much he thinks she is always around.

"A word is fixed." Luo squinted his eyes and said: "However, how do we go now?"

This place is by no means a good place, whether it is her dream or a poisonous beast before she was drunk.

The purple phoenix in the middle of the night must be more dangerous than imagined.

"Feng Xingying, they must be prepared." Feng Si drunk and frowned. "But I don't just bring those people to come. This time, no one can save them."

"How do I feel that no one can save us!" Luo dusted his ears and moved a little, and a strange voice suddenly approached.

Feng Si drunk seems to have heard it, holding her hand tightly and keeping her behind her back: "Don't be afraid, you will definitely protect you."

"Uh-huh--" she snorted, and for a moment, her mind was unconsciously violently painful, and there was an inexplicable familiar feeling that rushed toward her.

Feng Si drunk her eyebrows and looked at her pale, snowy face, nervous: "What? You don't scare me."

"I..." She blinked, and with the strange sounds getting closer and closer, the breath suddenly stagnate.

I saw the next second, she suddenly looked up and watched Feng Si drunk: "I seem to have been here... no... not like, I must have been here."

No mistake, absolutely not wrong. This familiar feeling is too strong, she seems... I will remember it soon.

That paragraph, the memory of the original master.

"You..." Feng Si drunk looked at her clear eyebrows, and the beautiful scorpion shone with shimmering light. After a long time, I slowly said: "Have you remembered?"

What happened to her in the past? Did you remember it?