I was still smiling at first, but at that moment I seemed to have touched something in my mind, so sad, so lonely...
The figure of a woman appeared in front of my eyes:
Step by step, she walked into the sea of fire. The fierce north wind blew up the shackle-like imperial uniform. The rare treasures beside her burned with her like a burial. No matter how exquisite the treasures were, they could not match her peerless elegance.
But such a woman was so decisive in the face of her own death. She didn't struggle or retreat at all. She allowed the flames to swallow up everything about her, and allowed her body to be seared and cracked by the fire. She was freed. She finally controlled herself for once.
Not far away, on the side of the deer platform, her king was crying and howling, trying to stop her, but he could only cry out in silence...
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Don't do this! My king
The past and present lives of the "tyrant and demon concubine"~
In the early stage, the rhythm is brisk, in the later stage, you are looking for candy in the glass slag, and finally the HE ending!
I hope you all will support me!
Intention: Do you think we are the real tyrant and concubine?