Your Majesty the Emperor is so Cold

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Blood beauty. Reading this name slowly brings endless aftertaste. It was as if he could see that there was only a vast expanse of blood between the sky and the earth, and only that person stood in the midst of pure color. What is dignified is the grace that dominates the world. The clothes are fluttering lightly, and the elegance is on full display. Blood beauty. Blood beauty... Her eyes were stern, ruthless and filled with endless pressure; the corners of her lips were slightly raised, as if she were smiling, but there was no warmth in the curve. She will always look like this, unattainable, born to be looked up to. She is cold, taciturn and cold-hearted. Nothing in this world seemed to be able to stir up ripples in her heart. The words "What does it have to do with me" summed up what it meant to be cold. Her indifference is not just on the outside, but from the inside out. Does the bloody beauty have tenderness? Of course there is. There may not be many, but they are there. His name is Mu Bai. I like to call him Xiaobai. Night is twilight, pure white. He was different to her. He is the only person who treats her completely, without any flaws or good intentions. She was his everything. ... Everything she did seemed to be done in a hurry, but she was not slow. Everything she did was pleasant, like the laziest sunshine in the afternoon. Every gesture is elegant and noble. She is also a little narcissistic, just like a delicate piece of art that was suddenly given life and became alive. She is arrogant, she is proud, and even when faced with the siege of the entire Hidden Forest, she can make everyone fear her. Can't live to be twenty-four? She is not someone who is willing to accept her fate, right... The prophecy is about to come, and there are no sonorous and powerful rhetoric, only a calm and unhurried attitude. This is a bloody beauty named Jiuyin. Raise your hand, white chess between your fingers. The phantom flower is destroyed at the snap of a finger. Looking back and smiling, the mountains and rivers are in chaos. The sky and the earth are tilted, and the stars are dim. Blood beauty... Written by Lu Ran

What is life? What a person experiences in this life is called life. I am so lucky to have met a beautiful woman named you in my life. If life is just like the first time we met, I will definitely leave a deep impression on you when the moon falls, instead of saying pretentious words like "I love you" to this day. If life is just like the first time we met, when I change my nickname, I will use up my billions of brain cells to come up with a name that is memorable to you, instead of the popular nickname Ming Xiaomeng. If life is just like the first time we met, but there are so many ifs and what-ifs in life, all I can do is grasp the present. I know that I am not a long-term love person, but I will regard supporting you as the longest love thing in my life, from Yueluo to Emperor Immortal, from Emperor Immortal to the future... I know that I am a person who likes novelty, but I have never thought about changing the name Ming Xiaomeng, because this is the name you and I used when we first met, and I don't want us to become unfamiliar... This is the third long review I have written for you, beauty. Previous long reviews have more or less mentioned the characters in your books, but for this one, I just want to write about you... Why do you like beauty books? Because this is written by a beauty! I like your arrogant and arrogant look, the way you look when you tell us your grievances... I like everything about you, so as long as it's you, I will support you without hesitation, and it can only be you. Beauty, I'm sorry. How should I put it? In the next three years, I will work hard for my dreams. I may not have that much time to fight for you on the battlefield, but it doesn't matter. Take me back after studying, and I will definitely open up your world with you, beauty... Three years is not a long time, but it is not a short time either. I don't expect you to remember me in three years, remember Ming Xiaomeng who once made ambitious promises, but I will use everything I have to remember and fulfill my promise... Some time ago, when I was chatting in your beauty group, I had just come back from school and had not spoken for nearly a month. Some people said that I was unfamiliar. It was a bit difficult to express my feelings at the time. I thought it was both funny and sad. The funny thing is that I have been in the group for such a long time and some people said that I am unfamiliar. Maybe I am not the first to like you, but I must be among the top few. What is sad is that I am unfamiliar in less than a month, let alone three years. I feel a little scared... If life is just like the first time we met, how much I hope our life will always be as beautiful as the first time we met, but I can only run forward, facing the wind and rain, and run forward! ! ! Beauty Inadvertently brushing shoulders in the vast sea of people; Life will no longer be simple; If it weren't for the call of past life memories; I'm afraid we won't meet each other in this life; If forgetting is the best way to miss; When we first met, who insisted on heading towards whose future? The love that is as clear as the face is the fulfillment I can give you! Beauty, our story To be continued... --Ming Xiaomeng

No male protagonist, no male protagonist, no male protagonist. The book title is a routine, you cannot change the title. Women do not need men to survive. Read it or not if you like.

In other novels, I sometimes hate the male protagonist, so much so that I don't want a male protagonist. However, this book of Dada satisfied my wish. Dada is right, does a female protagonist necessarily need a male protagonist? The female protagonist is so cool, why do we need a male protagonist? Isn't it okay not to have a male protagonist? If someone doesn't like this book, then don't bother 'you' and leave a message here. Exit in the upper left corner and leave without sending it! No novel can fully satisfy readers' requirements, so please don't embarrass us! Here, I will tell you my thoughts (about the male protagonist, don't comment if you don't like it): I think the male protagonist is very hot, why do you say that? Because the male protagonist has hurt the female protagonist or the person the heroine cares about most before. I wonder today, why did he hurt it in the first place? An injury will leave a scar on the wound. No matter how you make up for it, do you think it will be possible to recover? Second, when the heroine stabbed the hero with a sword, she hid at the beginning. So here, I think he loves himself more than he loves the heroine. I also want to say here, support the genuine version! After all, you are a human being and not a god. You cannot be the kind of holy mother who lets you read for nothing. She also has to eat for what she wants! Finally, let me state it again: If you don't like it, I won't bother 'you' to leave a message here. Exit in the upper left corner and leave without sending it! (I'm not saying that I don't like the male protagonist a little bit, I'm just saying that I don't support Dada. Little fairies who support Dada, don't get me wrong! O(∩_∩)O)

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Who do you want to whip most? 1. Shi Zihua 2. Nanyue dust 3. Dubai 4. The Way of Heaven 5. Blood Beauty 6. Author

Just entered the Emperor Immortal Pit, He was poisoned by the twilight white poison. The dark night is twilight, and the pure is white. Does it mean a dazzling white light in the dark night? His smile seemed like a smile but not a smile. It was the kind of smile that was very bad and very wanton and arrogant. And those eyes... If I had to use one word to describe it, it would be black. The darkness of eternal meditation can make you feel like you are in hell with just one glance. There is obviously no murderous aura in his eyes, but it makes people feel that death is right in front of them. It's not him who is embedding the space Strive for fame Wan Lai calls at night Qiangran spike grass dusk Guyu Hanshuangbai

The snow-white veil covered half of her face. The strong moonlight at night illuminated a beauty mark in the center of her forehead, which was as red as a drop of blood and as charming as a charm. A beauty mark suddenly flashed between the eyebrows of the woman in the prison, turning red. At the same time, she suddenly opened a pair of black and thick eyes. Her eyes were so cold that the air around her froze. Blood beauty, my highness My faith! Legend, Among thousands of worlds. There will always be five stone statues standing. The woman in the center, Will wear a dress as white as snow, A little cinnabar between the eyebrows, His expression was calm, calm and without any emotion. The tips of her fingers, There will be a white jade chess piece sandwiched between it. Hear. It's ancient times, A chess game that can cause thunderbolts from the sky, The most transformed treasure. And beside her, there will be four men. A man with a majestic face and his hands clasped behind his back, The look on his face is always condescending, An expression of calmness and dignity. There is a black earring on his right earlobe. Shining with dazzling light. Coupled with that black robe, he has the power to dominate the world. Another side. A man stood with his hands folded across his chest and had a cold face. Only when his eyes fell on the woman in the center, Only then will he show a doting smile. On his shoulders, There will be a lifelike black eagle standing. Far right. There was a man with his hands in his pockets, He will look carefree, There was an evil smile in his eyes. Those eyes. If I had to use one word to describe it. That is black, a black that cannot be seen at the edge. And the left side, The one holding a jade fan, A man with a gentle smile and an approachable attitude towards others, He seemed to smile gently when he faced everyone, He always looks gentle and gentle when facing everyone. However, he has a taboo. Once violated, it turns from light into a demon. Thousands of worlds have an everlasting faith. That's Your Highness! It's called Jiuyin. The nine-layered heavenly palace is due to my unique voice. It is the sound of the sun and the sun being separated and standing on the sun. Four people once regarded her as their destiny, It has nothing to do with love, nothing to do with friendship, Regardless of any purpose, it is just living. He is a king and a minister. The king of the world has only nine ministers. He is coming again. After Chongjiu, he rules the world. He is Mu Bai. The dark night is twilight, and the pure is white. He is jade, Clear as jade, dirt as turbid. Billions of living beings in the twelve realms do not kneel to the sky or the ground. Disrespecting heaven and earth, But we must not disrespect His Highness who stands on the ninth level of heaven. My faith will never be destroyed! My faith will never be destroyed! My faith will never be destroyed! To the Emperor and Immortal, To Your Highness, my faith, Only the palace is immortal!

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