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The armor is shattered in hundreds of battles. Now the iron clothes are untied, and the long boots are striding, breaking through the lingering dreams of the night behind the bead curtain.
The flames of the Panlong Candlestick illuminated the tattoos covering his entire shoulder and back. The head of a dragon and the body of a jackal are ferocious.
"If I want to be king, I will be king. What can the world do to me?"
This rebel who once made the world tremble and overturn, now leaned close to her and looked down at her.
"Yin Jiarong, if I die first, you will be buried as a sacrifice."
He said this, smiling slightly, and there seemed to be a bit of tenderness in his eyes.
Summary: The fight between the grassroots emperor and his white, rich and beautiful queen.
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