MTL - Quick Transmigration Female Lead: Male God, Never Stopping-v2 Chapter 3989 30,000 years ago: the beginning of dreams (4)

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"Oh my God--"

She exclaimed, not waiting for her to think more, the exquisite ring of the right hand with a shimmer of shimmer.

Surrounded by a scent of moments, although the resistance was made for the speed drop, the speed of the drop was very fast.

At such a speed, she is all over the body, and she is screaming.

It won't just come to this place, even if no memory is found, she will have to go back to chaotic space!

do not……

In anxious, she felt that there was an inexplicable burning sensation in her eyebrows, which is very familiar.

It seems that this sizzling sensation is innate and complements the surrounding scent.

"Dust--" Yi Feng slammed his sword and screamed, and immediately rushed toward her falling direction.

For the original master's own magic, she can be said to be a half-baked, although in a hurry can rely on the feeling of using one or two strokes, but definitely can not be coherent.

Therefore, even if she is protected in a dangerous situation, it is not enough to get her out of danger.

She continued to fall, until the moment she really wanted to land, a scent that was as light as cotton bounced her up and protected her.

In the next second, she fell into a embrace without warning.

With aroma of grass, warm arms.

"Ah--" She closed her eyes and exclaimed with inertia.

In an instant, when I suddenly opened my eyes, I saw a peerless face like the god.

In a white dress, a face is like a peerless work of the best jade carving in heaven. It stands so casually, but comes with a noble expression. The cold eyes are like the cold pool in the middle of the night, and you will be deeply indulged at a glance.

He looks like he is nine points similar to the one she met in those years, but it is different.

It’s about the eyes, the pair of cold and indifferent to the ultimate scorpion.

No, maybe it shouldn't be said that.

He used to have a pair of such a blind man, but he never saw her with such a blind man.

Whether he knows or doesn't know her, he always has a glimpse when he looks at her nephew.

As if that moment, her appearance shocked his heart.

But... no this time.

Yi Feng suddenly landed and squatted on the ground: "The Taoist priest has seen the nine gods."

"Yeah." Du Jiusheng gently replied: "Yu Jianshu is so inferior, so don't use it."

"Yes." Yi Feng trembled.

Du Jiusheng nodded, only to find that she still held her, she directly put her down.

Luo fell into a dust mites, and this moment I felt a little nervous.

There seems to be a lot of things to say, but all words are stuck in the throat, and I can't say a word.

Yi Feng looked at her and gave her a look, indicating that she had to hurry down.

As a small priest, he is still a small priest who is about to go to Sanqingshan to learn from the arts. How can he see such a person as God?

It’s only the reaction of Luo’s dust, and he said: “I have seen God.”

"Get up." Du Jiusheng's faint voice should be a voice: "Do you have no sword or no sword?"

"I have..." Luo Dingchen suddenly thought that he should have a phoenix sword, but he did not know where the phoenix sword was.

It is there, or it has not appeared.

"No, you didn't!" Yifeng blinked at her two eyes: "Have you forgotten? When the master takes you to choose weapons, you can't see a sword."

“Oh?” Du Jiusheng looked at her thoughtfully: “Is there a sword soul?”

“No.” Yi Feng shook his head and said: “She doesn’t think it’s good enough.”