"Rong Yan, Rong Yan... The name is fake, the life experience is fake, everything is fake..." Liang Heting raised the wine glass and murmured to himself, "Have you ever looked half real in front of me?"
Half drunk and half awake, he seemed to see the person in the tomb standing in the snowy sky and sneering at him. A cinnabar mole in the corner of his eye was extremely bright red in the white, "You idiot." He seemed to be saying.
"Ha, ha... After all, you can't let me go, and you will haunt me until you die! I'm going to lift your grave to see what kind of monster you are! What kind of monster you are!"
"Empty!" Yuan happy couldn't help but scream out. The coffin was actually empty, and the guards couldn't help but gasp. Although it had been two years since Rong Yan's death, even if his body was rotting, there should not be any bones left.
"Go back to the palace. Ask Chen Lianbai to come see me. He must still be alive."
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