Quick Transmigration Female Lead: Male God, Never Stopping

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The sound falls and the string stops.

The dust is surrounded by colorful butterflies, which sometimes fall on the strings and sometimes fall on her three thousand blues.

Everyone is amazed, such a scene, they have not seen this life.

"This is simply a fairyland. This second lady of Luo’s family is really amazing..."

"It’s no wonder that being a favorite of His Royal Highness is a perfect match."

"I have seen Ms. Na Luojia several times. I heard that there is no temperament. I am afraid, it is really her sister."

"What is fear, I will guarantee my head, this is definitely her sister."

......

Sitting between the seats, Rong Mu was shocked and looked at the dusty face of a look of indifference. Countless butterflies flew around her, and the floral aroma in the air was more intense.

She sat so casually, accepting the eyes of countless people, such a bright light.

Once upon a time, he never felt that she was so dazzling, but today she felt that her dazzling people could not bear to look away.

At that time, he always believed that the most special person in the world was Lan Lingshen. From the first day he knew her, he felt that she was different from other women.

With a little bit of staunchness, a woman who is weaker than usual, has a domineering effect.

But now, but when he saw Luo’s move, he suddenly discovered that the momentum that came out of her body was probably that the blue spirit would never be able to keep up.

Perhaps it is the momentum that she radiates, perhaps...

The man stood silently behind him from beginning to end, and his eyes were all tender and tender.

Rong Muling only felt that his heart was squeaky, and he had been sinking, sinking, and sinking into the endless abyss.

Just like the song she sang, it was like a dream. After waking up, she fell off the cliff and disappeared without a trace.

He knows that this song is the last song she sang. Say goodbye, the world is wide.

But in my heart, there is a taste that can't be said.

I saw him sigh and muttered: "It turned out that your piano is so good."

"This... Is this dusty?" After Joeson heard his son's words, he said something incredulously: "I don't feel like it."

"It's her..." He took a deep breath and laughed and laughed: "Maybe she was hurt too much, it changed!"

Become calm and indifferent, become radiant, become... don't love him.

At this moment, there is a trace of luck in his heart.

If, if all this can be done, if they can still say a few words face to face.

Maybe he will tell her what he thinks at the moment.

Only he did not know, he still has no such opportunity.

"You...you..." The blue-skinned face was paler and paler, and the big pupil was unbelievable.

Luo Ding does not know the temperament. She knows it. It used to be because she didn’t have a temperament. She often watched her play the melody for Rong Mu, and she could only stand by.

Today, such a song is popped up by her own hands.

"Then your life, is it handed over to me?" Luo laughed and licked his lips, his eyes were cold, and even with a little killing.

For her, the tragedy of the original Lord was largely caused by the blue spirit.

If she did not frame her, even if she was lonely in her life.

At least... she won't die.