Quick Transmigration Female Lead: Male God, Never Stopping

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Feng Qianche snorted and looked at him with great disappointment: "Do you think you can live to that time?"

"His Royal Highness, it is better to look at the roof first!"

In the next second, a row of archers appeared above the roof. They all wore night clothes, covered in faces, and completely invisible.

But what is certain is that the dark arrow just came from the side.

It seems that they did have deployment.

"We can't play here, it's hard to get rid of the dark arrows." Luo dusted and frowned. "There is no other way to go."

Feng Qianche frowned tightly, and the dark scorpion was covered with dark awns. The thin lips were lightly swayed: "We must have passed the road ahead, the cliff behind the temple..."

"The cliff is on the cliff -"

In an instant, her right hand lifted, and the phoenix dance sword picked up a snowflake.

She reached out and grabbed Feng Qian's hand and walked toward Aomori Temple.

"Hey--" The next second, I saw a cold winter and a sigh of relief: "The shackles."

"Several of you hold the door, don't let a fly fly out." He explained the archer and more than a dozen dead soldiers behind him: "You will go with me for a while."

For the winter cool, he is not in a hurry.

Because Feng Qian Che has nowhere to escape, at this moment he has only one result -

That is: wait for death.

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When Luo Dust reached the cliff behind the temple, her heart suddenly mentioned the eyes of the blind.

The snow in the sky is getting bigger and bigger. Looking at her from the direction, the cliff is like standing in the clouds, and it is not at the bottom.

Winter cool is not slow to chase up, behind more than a dozen well-trained black people.

"I said, you can't run." Winter cool shrugged and shrugged: "Or the Prince's Highness breaks his arms, but there is still a chance to live."

It’s not like ridicule that Luo’s dust looks at the cool winter look. The hearts of the people are long-lasting, the five-year master servant friendship, with the other party's trust in it will be an army, his heart is generally embarrassing.

Perhaps, he thinks this is the only hope that Feng Qianche can live.

After all, people who have broken their arms can't be the emperors of the future, but they can live.

"You have been with me for so many years, don't you still understand my temper?" He snorted and chilled out.

The snow in the sky is flying, the cliff behind it is tens of thousands of feet, Feng Qianche left with a sword, and the blood of a white-washed clothes dyed a few prescriptions is particularly shocking.

If it wasn’t for this time, Luo’s dust would not know that he was injured.

"Then I am afraid that I will say goodbye to His Royal Highness." As soon as the voice fell, his right hand was lightly lifted, and several archers behind him were immediately seated.

I saw his eyes slamming and screaming: "Let's throw the arrow."

"哐哐哐哐————" The sound of the sharp objects colliding with each other sounded in the ear.

Feng Qianche forced the Luo dust back, she only felt that the body was not stable at all, the right foot was suspended by the cliff, rubbed a few times, and the fine stones fell into the abyss.

"I finally know why you are coming to the cliff?" Feng Qian's brow froze, in this moment of life and death, the corner of his mouth unconsciously sketched a smile, turned and looked at her: "The original girl I want to be sympathetic to me!"

"Don't let them jump off the cliff, let the arrows go -" Dong Liang seems to be aware of the side, the original tone is not too slow, suddenly I saw a little worried.