Quick Transmigration Female Lead: Male God, Never Stopping

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I saw her eyes cold, and there was a light blue glow in the pulse of the sleeves.

The ancient ban of the Orc was actually followed by the **** of the human being, not the soul of the dust.

"Don't come over--" He looked at her face with a cold smile, and the whole person trembled unconsciously.

Her eyes were hollowed out with a touch of fear, and the pale, paper-like lips last bite, staring at the dust in front of her eyes.

"I don't pass -" her mouth swelled with a powerful smirk, and her right hand lifted, and the pink gold light in her hand attacked her heart.

In an instant, the heart of the dragonfly was dug by her hands. A heart was only a few centimeters away from the blind eyes, hanging vertically in her sight.

Luo squinted and smiled, standing a few meters away from her, completely unwilling to approach the heart that she felt extremely dirty.

In her eyes, the filth of the soul is far more disgusting than the flesh.

"When you personally dug my heart and dropped me down Feng Yutai, have you ever thought about it today?"

This is like a person's occupation, or a martial arts killer, or Yamanomura. They can have their hands covered with blood and their hands can be covered with mud. But as long as one heart is clean, they are honest people in her eyes.

And the slyness in front of her eyes, the filth of her soul, even the heart floating in the air is full of black breath.

She waved her right hand, and her hands and feet lost the pink light, and the whole person fell to the ground in an instant.

After all, the witches are different from the mortals. The witches are chosen by the witches themselves. Although they are different from the people of the heavens, they still have a small amount of spiritual power and cultivation.

Therefore, even if she was robbed of her heart by hand, she still did not die immediately.

Only her seven holes kept flowing slowly, and the lips trembled and looked at Luo Ding, and her eyes turned white, and the eyes were full of hatred.

"Loo-Lo--you...no..."

"Oh, can't you die?" Luo slammed the cold and directly interrupted her unclear words: "When I sacrificed to sacrifice the sword, did I die?"

In the past, she was so self-righteous, staring at herself as a witch of the Witch, and taking advantage of herself to plunder the skin of Lingyao. I think I have everything, including the love of decay.

But she did not know, even if she had this pair of skins, she had never received any kind of love and even a trace of love.

"I must... don't... let go... you." She bit her teeth, the blood in her mouth kept pouring, and she used all her strength to say the most complete words.

Luo looked at her with a cold eyes, and smiled at the lips: "Do you think that you were thrown into the orc island that year, and the 999 female dolls that killed the place will let you go?"

Her mouth was smiling with a shallow smile, and her right hand fell to the ground. The door to the **** of Hefei’s **** was slowly opened.

In an instant, the **** of Hell continued to hear the laughter, crying, and noise of the doll.

Gloomy and strange, terrible.

"No - I don't go -" She twitched with the last meager voice, desperately shouting.

No one can break the enchantment to save her, or that no one is going to attack this fairy talion...

"You know, are they waiting for you?" Luo slammed his eyes, his sleeves glimpsed, and his body was instantly pushed by a powerful force and fell in the direction of Miluo Hell.

I saw the next second -

"Hey--" A touch of pale blue shimmer descended from the sky, with a familiar atmosphere in the air.