Ranzhu has done his job as Prime Minister.
She hated the Prime Minister of the country, and even more hated the people who raised her to the clouds with their claws and claws, then pushed her into the mire and killed her.
It wasn't a big deal at all. It only took a few years for her to live in this world, just eating and waiting for death. But she happened to meet the palace minister who talked about the foundation of the country.
The foundation of the country, all laws are for the people.
Ranzhu sneered: What did you say? For the people? For these demons that eat people without spitting out their bones?
The palace secretary frowned and scolded Ranzhu: You are the prime minister!
What a destructive state! What for the people! It would be best if none of these hypocritical people are left alive!
Ranzhu screamed in his heart.
The person she protected with her life was full of evil intentions, and after killing her, he worshiped her as a supreme god. She has stayed in a high place for three hundred years, not for her immeasurable merits, but for the peace of mind of the devil whose hands are stained with blood.
She doesn't care about hypocrites at all.
But when the man who kept saying that everything was for the people blocked the waves of malice behind him and came to her over the mountains and ridges with a sincere heart, Ranzhu was dumbfounded again.
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They were hidden in the crowd, silently following the big waves, and with just one look, they made a judgment without any rules.
You have the ability, and you are the only one who can save me, then you deserve to die.
They couldn't hear Ranzhu's voice. Ranzhu was submerged in the waves. No matter how she screamed, they couldn't hear her.
Then I should die, right?
Ranzhu's voice was very low, and was smashed into pieces by the big waves.
Intention: Being in the quagmire, my heart is facing the blazing sun