Digging a pit feels good for a while, filling it for a crematorium.
I have been digging holes for a long time and have written a lot of messy things.
What's ridiculous is that all civil and military officials in the entire dynasty are actually my readers?
Even so, I am very relieved.
But those guys have been preaching to me lately.
Well, good?
Don't you want that person to live? I have to kill him.
What, you want to join forces to send me blades?
"Do you have the ability to send it?"
The man stood in the main hall with a smile on his face.
"Can I wait?"
"Who will be killed next?"
"The writing is reserved for others, Your Majesty!"