[Give you three years to kill me]
[Three years later, if I live, you will die]
His slender hands pinched Shen Mi's face hard, causing bruises. Then he threw her to the ground, and the clanking sound of the brocade clothes gradually faded away.
The blood of more than ninety people in Shen's house has not yet solidified. How can Shen Mi, who is left with only one life, survive?
She lowered her eyelids: "Zhou Qingtian, I want you to go to the eighteen levels of Shura hell."
——
Three years later, there was another heavy snowfall in Beijing.
In the Jinluan Palace, he was covered in blood, lying weakly on the ground, with a slightly trembling sword hanging on his head.
But he raised his pale face and smiled jokingly: "Shen Mi, you don't dare, you have only been a gift to the royal family since you were a child.
If you touch me, my imperial army will slaughter all your men. "
Intention: Ants can shake trees, seas of blood must be paid with blood, and good and evil will be rewarded in the end.