The Law of Transmigration: The Black-Hearted God’s Domineering Love

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Since owing a person is also owed, then owing two, two hundred, two thousand is not all the same.

After thinking about this problem, Luo Xiaofeng is not in a tender mood. Turning his head and wanting to ask him, this dragon has exactly what went wrong.

But because of the closeness of the two, she turned back and the soft lips sticked to the cold lips of the ink.

The two of them did not expect that such a thing would happen, and they all fell a little.

However, the two-second thing made Murray's face change greatly, and he hurriedly headed his head.

Why, I didn't bring a virus!

Luo Yufeng spit in the heart, just wanted to tease him, but felt that his throat was like a sharp sword, and the heart suddenly tightened.

"Cough!" Luo Yufeng coughed heavily, feeling that there was a faint **** taste coming up.

Damn it!

Ink's eyebrows wrinkled together and directly hugged her.

"Ink...Ink..."

On the side of the three nests to discuss the ancient tombs, seeing such a big movement here, they scared their eyes wide open.

But the ink can not seem to hear the general, holding Luo Xiaofeng striding out of the woods.

So what are they doing? !

It won't be this time to fight, and finally indulge in it? !

Several people looked at each other and then smiled.

***

"Ink, I... I... What's wrong with this?!" Luo Yufeng's heart hurts so badly that she feels cold and cold.

"It's okay, it's good to have the sun in the sun." The face of Mo Yan's fortitude was tight and it looked full of suffocation.

Fortunately, it is noon now, otherwise the chilly atmosphere of the little guy will slowly condense, and finally it will hurt its roots, but it will kill its life.

Looking for a huge stone, Momo looked at the position of the sun's rays, and then carefully put her on.

Luo Yufeng watched him retreat to the distance, and the nephew stared at himself, as if he was afraid that he would be shattered if he accidentally, and his heart rose and sorrowed.

The hot sun gave her a little cold to the sun, and Luo Xiaofeng didn't know how long it had passed. She only felt that the sun was lazy, and after a little drowsiness, the ink was slowly Come by yourself.

"Okay, it's okay!" He reached out and smashed Luo Xiaofeng, and took care of the slightly messy hair.

"I just got into that way, is it because of your sake?" Luo Yufeng frowned, his eyes full of inquiry.

"Yeah!" Mo Yan lightly responded, but did not say anything more, apparently did not want to respond to this question.

Luo Yifeng opened his mouth and finally swallowed the doubts in his heart.

Forget it, everyone will have an ulterior secret. This ink is not his own, and there is no need to tell himself.

However, Luo Xiaofeng has trusted a few points in his heart.

After all, if he really wants his own death, he will not be so nervous.

"Don't you tell me about this dragon?" Luo Yufeng turned a topic and looked at the hills not far away.

"You can't just stare at the hill and look at the hill next to it." Moss pointed to the other side.

The hill he said is actually seen from here, and basically it is going to be in line with the dragon.

"That's not a dragon's pulse, there is no suffocation of Ssangyong's hegemony!" Luo Yufeng stared at the eyes and took off the window, and did not see why.