Quick Transmigration Female Lead: Male God, Never Stopping

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In the early years, the acacia was crisp.

In the year of separation, the acacia split.

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At this moment, the acacia bell in his hand was already broken, the whole bell was dark, and there was still a touch of blood on it.

I saw him carefully caressing the bell in the palm of his hand, and the slender fingertips could not stop shaking.

He wanted to say something, but he groaned in pain and couldn’t say anything.

That was the person he loved most in his life. He deeply remembered the sentence she wrote on the lamp of Kong Ming.

- You will not encounter a second dust in your life, please be kind to her.

How much he wants to use all his strength to her, this life is only good for her alone.

But why is God so cruel, she has not really become his prince, he has not given her all the tenderness to her.

But she left him in a hurry and left nothing.

"Enough -" It was a miserable picture to see the scene of this scene completely collapsed.

She came to the world, reversed the fate of the original Lord, and let Feng Qianqing fall in love with her without hesitation.

But now, she has not given him some warmth, so she left.

What, cruel...

[Enter the next paragraph. The system seems to be very unbearable. When you say these words, the sound is not so mechanical.

The scene in the bronze mirror was instantly converted, and a piece of white silk was hung, and the entire Donggong was in a dead silence.

Her body was placed in the ice blue scorpion, and the peach blossom almost completely covered her, leaving only a pair of closed eyes.

Feng Qiang slowly walked into the hail, his right hand gently licked her eyes, and the body kept shaking.

All around, the so-called people are ‘咚’, and they screamed at the hail.

"His Royal Highness, the time is up." The housekeeper bent down with tears, and said with respect and respect: "Let the Prince and her mother rest in peace."

Feng Qianche heard the words, holding the hail with both hands tightly, until the bones were white, and the sound of ‘squeaky’.

Even at the last moment, he was not willing to let go.

I still remember that a few days ago, he finally dug up her corpse, a black piece, and several white bones are clearly visible.

But she could recognize her in a piece of corpse.

Even though she was already unrecognizable, he still had no hesitation and rushed to her.

Perhaps no one in this world can understand the feelings of Feng Qianche, which is a kind of despair that falls to the bottom of the valley.

Just like being in a darkness, reaching out to the darkness of the five fingers, he wants to find a way to light, but finds that no matter where he goes, it is a dead end.

There is no way to live.

"Ah----" a scream of screaming.

He was black in front of him and lost all consciousness in front of her hail.

The scene of the bronze mirror is gradually blurred, the scene is getting farther and farther away, and the dust in front of the mirror has gradually disappeared.

Until it was completely extinguished, she just shook her eyes and the picture was over.

[The host can sort out the mood and move on to the next plane. 】

Although the system knows that it is cruel, it is a time and space shuttle to bear such a result.

Not every plane can be accompanied for a long time, and it is not impossible for every plane to end.

Their memories of each other are the most precious treasures.

"I want to go back, I know that you have a way." Luo dusted a slight dagger, and a decisive death in his eyes slowly said: "Tell me the price, I will be very sensible judgment."