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

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"Then I still hope that you are not a man." Luo Liu cigarette holder slammed back to the sentence.

The scorpion of the South Sergeant’s deep scorpion has a thick black ink, and it is fixed to look at the Luoyan smoke, as if to inhale her into the soul.

"Really?!" His tail sounded slightly upwards, drawing a seductive arc, and the cool lips slowly descended along the elegant arc of the earlobe along the neck, bringing a burst of ripples.

The rationality of Luoliyan constantly reminds her to push the South Secretary to push it away, but the familiarity from the depths of the soul makes her whole person feel like she is in the cloud. It was faint.

She seems to hear someone say something in her ear, but it doesn't sound so real.

Suddenly a sudden telephone ring broke the beauty of the room and prevented the South Secretary from wanting to kiss the glass.

Looking at the number on the screen, his eyebrows clenched into a small hill, and he subconsciously wanted to hang up the phone.

However, the clearing of the Liuli smoke has been restored, but the smile has been reached for the phone. Su Junjie, the emperor is not in a hurry, the voice of the **** is dying, and the fire has passed from the phone.

"Southern brother, you are on Weibo! It’s an accident!"

"I know, the glass of smoke sent a photo as a fan of welfare, a little exposed, but nothing." Nan Sijue said very casually, with a petite and indulgent smile in his eyes, stretching his hand and pinching her small tip of the nose.

"The problem is that the Weibo number she sent was her own, and...and..." Su Junjie suddenly swayed.

"And what?" The actions of the South Secretary's hand were paused, and the words were severe.

"She is still the big touch of Cheng Jinxuan... dead loyalty powder..."

Cheng Jinxuan? !

That little fresh meat that is a demon at the airport every day? !

Glass smoke actually likes this taste!

The five fingers of Nan Sijue holding the phone instantly gathered, giving a whistling sound.

Hanging up the phone, he laughed at the smoky smoky glass. "My dear girlfriend, don't you have anything you want to tell me?"

"Hands over... what to confess?" Luo Liyan turned to the scorpion with some doubts. After the South Sergeant received the call, the whole person became gloomy and terrified.

Isn't it a welfare map? Isn't the online commentary screaming?

But the South Secretary is not to be with himself, even the circle can be retired? !

How could you care about the comments of these sprays? !

Suddenly she slid apricots like a bronze bell and reached out to grab the cell phone on her side.

Is she a pig? !

Just after even the account of Weibo has not been changed, I used the microblog of the original body to send a message.

If she is a zombie number, it would be better, but her number is very famous in the fan circle of Cheng Jinxuan. Su Junjie will call the South Secretary, and it must be because of this incident.

Thinking of the words that my body’s original owner was crazy about Cheng Jinxuan on the Internet, Luo Liyan felt that even if he dug himself to bury himself, he would be dragged out by the South Secretary. !

"My dear little glass smoke, don't you have anything to say to me?" South Secretary won the first step to get her mobile phone and shook it with a chuckle.

It’s just that smile hasn’t reached the bottom of my eye, with the chill of bones.