Tens of thousands of hectares of colorful flowers are like a stream of spring water, pouring down from the sky to the tops of peach trees in the world. The warm spring sun is as soft as gauze and mist, hazy and intoxicating. Zhou Lance leaned against the tree and squinted his eyes to look at the boundlessness, his smile was like three thousand prosperity.
"How do you want to kill me?"
An Qingchen smiled gently: "I have read a lot of files, and I think it is best for you to put you on a bamboo couch, pour it with boiling water, and then slowly use a comb to remove the skin and flesh until the bones are visible."
Zhou Lance squinted his eyes and smiled: "Sounds good. I want to drink fruit wine. I want it hot."
"Okay." He ordered the wine to be boiled and poured into his favorite emerald wine cup. He patiently blew it until it was half warm and put it to his lips, watching him drink it slowly. An Qingchen supported him and asked him to take a good look at the mountain of peach blossoms, "You said you wanted Murong Chunjun to die in the spring, and I will help you. After you die, he can't live a moment longer than you."
"In my life, I have hated, complained, suffered, and loved. They all thought that I was just a chess piece, but I want to let them know that although I don't have the ability to change everything, I can do things they can't think of."
"Oh? I would like to see the details."
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This is a story that the author wants to tell but is not told about a handsome man who is extremely handsome, seems to be romantic and crazy but is actually dark and lazy in his heart, and a general with ulterior motives and a group of monsters.
This article contains all kinds of lightning points that you can't imagine or imagine. If you are a reader who has the fearless spirit to jump into this pit, please prepare your own lightning rod!