Quick Transmigration Female Lead: Male God, Never Stopping

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"In order to be on the safe side, don't you have a wedding between the Hell messenger and the human?" The priest lifted his head and his eyes were deep and inky, but with a slight warmth.

Everyone was a glimpse, and I didn’t expect the meditation to say such things.

After all, he used to teach the **** messengers how to spend their love, not to push them to their love.

Du Jiusheng did not know what his meaning was, but Luo Dian Mou could vaguely see a similar look from his eyes.

In fact, she is not happy to see such a look.

"Really... is it ok?" The calm voice of the nine thousand years of life has finally produced waves.

This is the first time he has spoken in an uncertain tone, because he knows that being a **** messenger is not qualified to have love.

Even in his heart, that desire to have.

"Yes." The meditation nodded. "I can also be your witness."

"Okay, thank you." Du Jiusheng turned slightly and looked at Luo Dingdao: "Before this, I would like to ask Miss Luo Dingchen if she is willing to marry a **** messenger who has nothing but nothing. ""

"Wow--" Standing on the side of Lan Fan's happy face, looking at the nine-year-old, the corner of his mouth said: "Brother, you will say love!"

"He can say more than you think." Luo smashed his lips and looked at his sly sly smirk: "No matter what happens in the future, you have me."

"Stupid." Du Jiusheng's right hand was lightly lifted, and the pet touched her cheek: "It's good to rob this kind of thing..."

The meditation seemed to be a little gratified and nodded. He looked at them and said: "It is better to hit the sun than to pick the sun. I am just coming up and can give you a marriage certificate."

"Well, the marriage of the big man is the luck of me and the nine students." Luo dusted his eyebrows and licked his lips: "After all, you are the most respected person of the master for 600 years."

"Oh--" He sneaked up and said with a smile that was difficult to hide: "Hey."

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Du Jiusheng and her wedding are more than grand enough to imagine, because most of them are not people.

Ninety-nine tables of the wedding banquet, 90% are **** messengers. They all smiled and dressed in formal attire to attend their wedding.

The wedding dress is landing, full of prosperity.

Everything in the S city has recovered, and countless flowers are in full bloom.

"Would you like to marry Mr. Du Jiusheng, and don't leave poverty and wealth in your life?"

"I am willing."

"Would you like to marry Miss Luo Dust, who will always be with her forever, cherish her and protect her mother?"

"I will be with her in the world to protect her."

He looked at her eyes very softly, as if gazing at the treasures of opinion, no one was moving.

"Wow--" A group of brothers in the audience clashed, and kept yelling: "Jiushengge, I didn't expect you to either be a sister, really picking up a girl is really too professional!"

"That is, this is the first time I have been a wedding since I became a messenger of hell. Don't be too handsome!"

The meditation glanced at them, and the corner of his mouth raised a faint smile: "Newcomers can exchange rings, then..."

His voice did not fall, and a group of people shouted in unison: "Kissing! Kissing! Kissing!"

The only one who didn't scream for export was... She stood in the darkest corner, drinking a glass of wine, and the heart was like the pain of squatting together.