The Waistcoat Fell Off and the Male Protagonist Went Crazy to Kill Him.

"Four-layered Vest: Crazy critics all want to bury me in the imperial mausoleum" When Chu Li died for the third time, Tuoba Jin's sword was still stuck in her heart. He licked the blood and tears from the corners of her eyes and smiled clearly sickly: "Ali, the imperial mausoleum has been vacant for you for three years." Seven years ago, she was kicked into the burial pit by a bamboo horse, and five years ago, she was resurrected and sacrificed by Tuoba Nightmare. These lunatics would personally send her to death once in every life. The moment the [Strategy System] lit up, she clenched her bloody hand: Want to bury me? Be my stepping stone first! But when he turned around, Nangong Zhao's silver thread strangled his neck. There were many bones under the altar. He pulled open his clothes and read blood-soaked words in his flesh: "I have carved your name with Gu insects for ten years, and it is hard for you to keep hundreds of witch corpses... Buried together this time?" Tuoba Xiang pulled off the red gauze, half of her scarred face was bleeding, and grabbed her and kissed her forcefully: "Seeing you die three times by my brother's sword, your heart will be broken into sieves." He crushed the treasonous secret letter, and ran over her lips with his fingertips, "Let me kill you, okay?" The four layers of vest were torn apart layer by layer, and Chu Li was suddenly shocked when she stepped on the bones and crawled towards the throne—— Those crazy people who shouted that they wanted to bury her had their swords tangling with her hair. And the knife hidden in her sleeve seemed to be getting harder and harder to stab them.