Quick Transmigration Female Lead: Male God, Never Stopping

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Liang Bingbing’s face turned pale and the cars around him whizzed past.

She is like standing on the edge of life and death, and the ampoule in front of her eyes is filled with bright red blood, and the scorpion is killing.

Like the next second, he really might be with her.

"You...you..." Liang Bingbing gasped, and the tears of 'Wow' fell directly.

She shuddered and said intermittently: "I don't know... I don't know... let me go! I beg you... let me go!"

If she didn't see what she saw with her own eyes, she couldn't believe it.

The gentle and elegant school grass seemed so terrible at this moment.

"It seems that you really don't want to live." An Zhensheng's right hand clutched her shoulder.

"Booming--" a loud thunder rang on the side of the ear. The big drops of rain ran across his cheeks, and he was pale and pale.

Not far from the front, a large truck full of steel bars was thinking of their direction.

"Don't... Don't ah... Help! Help!" Liang Bingbing was scared to be incoherent. She desperately pleaded with the boy she once liked and prayed that he could let her go.

The lights of the truck shook their eyes, and a long horn sounded, and the ground became very slippery due to the rain.

An Zhensheng’s eyes showed a dark light, and the corners of his mouth sneered.

"Ah---" A shout of horror screamed in his ear, but he felt so sweet.

Like a living person, the last cry in this world.

Since this person kept pushing the hand of darkness to the girl he cares most, why should she let her live?

People who like her in the world should not appear;

Everyone in the world who wants to hurt her will die;

The only one in the world who can get her attention is him.

"An Zhensheng -" a hysterical call, let his right hand stop.

In an instant, the large truck full of steel bars passed by Liang Bingbing.

An Zhensheng slowly turned back and looked at the dusty dust at the door of the convenience store. The original dull eyes suddenly became clear.

His eyebrows moved, his right hand was released, and he flew straight in her direction.

Without the support of An Zhensheng's strength, Liang Bingbing's feet were soft and fell to the ground.

In the bustling center of the road, she wanted to leave, but found that she had little strength.

"Dust--" at the door of the convenience store, An Zhensheng gently shouted the name of Luo Ding, and she immediately took her into her arms.

His hot breath stretched over her ear, and her hands hugged her tightly, seemingly exhausted all her strength.

"It’s okay, nothing to do--" At this moment, Luo’s heart’s heart 砰砰砰’s beating keeps beating.

Her fingertips are still trembled, and my heart is full of fear.

Because she saw it with her own eyes, An Zhensheng had to go with Liang Bingbing. On the clean cheeks, with a rush to death.

"You're fine, just fine..." His voice was very light, his head sank and fell straight into her arms.

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"An Zhensheng..." She sat down on the floor with her, his right hand stroking his hot forehead, looking at his pale, paper-like face, and it was not a taste in his heart.

In the heavy rain, the boy fell quietly in her arms.

At this moment, she seems to know his character, a terrible morbid obsessive complex.