Quick Transmigration Female Lead: Male God, Never Stopping

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Inside the Purple Temple, there is a brocade on the wall, a woman wearing a red cloak and a face of the country.

She was wearing a big red umbrella, standing in the snow, the bells of the ankles were golden and silver, and the young boy who was lying on the ground looked at the water.

"Why were you like that at that time?" The sound of cool water like water came behind him, and Luo looked back and looked at Zhao Anyang who slowly came to her.

She chuckled and looked at him in a panic and asked: "The memory of the emperor is not bad. After all these years, I can still remember clearly..."

"This is what I painted in the same year." His deep eyes were like a wave of water, so he looked at her so quietly.

Luo slammed into the dust, his eyes were inconceivable, and the eyes were fixed on the date in the lower right corner.

- Zhao Wei five years.

She licked her lips: "When was it?"

He was a blind man at the time! ? How can a blind man paint her look, and it is still so accurate.

"Is it strange?" Zhao Anyang slid across her cheeks and said: "I asked a lot of people, I played a few times..."

She stood in the same place, only feeling that her nose was sour, and her tears almost never fell.

The boy who had been bullied by her at the Ritual Academy, who blinded her eyes and bullied her, but also painted her young boy.

She had thought that he was only full of hatred for him, hated her for murdering his mother; hated her for using her power to keep hurting him; she hated her for holding Tianshan Xuelian and Luojiajia to force him to marry her.

"I always thought that you never loved..."

"He has never envied anyone since he was a child. When you meet you again at the Ritual Academy, the people around you admire you and like you. But you can't see what you look like. I am envious. They can at least see you, what they look like." Zhao Anyang closed his eyes on the chair of the Zixiao Temple and interrupted the words of Luo Ding, seemingly recalling the previous things.

There was a sad look between his eyebrows, but his mouth was rising.

Some people's love is publicity, such as Luo Dianchen; some people's love is silent, such as Zhao Anyang.

Luo dusted to him and was about to sit down.

Zhao Anyang took a pair of big hands across her waist and held her in her arms. She whispered softly in her ear: "Let's go, the story of Luo Wang..."

Luo's dusty shape was slightly stunned and his face was pale.

She knew what he wanted to say. The sudden death of the original Lord was not the accident that the doctor said, but the original Lord thought that it was colorless and there was no evidence.

The colorless country is dead, how can there be a murder of Luo Wang?

As everyone knows, the colorless brother Yan Zhen escaped early and survived in the world.

He trained a group of mysterious killers, and when he did not know **** Luo Wang.

Zhao Anyang looked at her face with a heartache, and her heart hurt. At that time, Luo Wang had the knowledge of him. If it was not Luo, he could not sweep all the cities in the east of the mainland, poison his father, dig his brother's eyes, and avenge his mother.

"I don't blame you." Luo shook his head and looked at his face, and suddenly he felt a little distressed.

She loves him more than all hate...

The world has been harassed, and the past has passed. Life is inherently dead, Luo Wang half-lived Hummer, died in the peace and prosperity of the world, but all the wishes of life, can be considered dead.

Looking at her with a shallow smile, a pair of eyes are clear and clear. Licking his lips, the pear blossoms on his head swayed slightly, shaking his head and softly saying no to him...

Why are you so moved? So I want to hold her in my arms forever!

Zhao Anyang stretched out her wide right hand and put on her face. She glanced down and lowered her pink lips.

He must, he will give an account of the death of Luo Wang.