As the only descendant of General Nan's martial arts skills, Nan Yanzhi killed everyone on the battlefield, but at the last moment he threw away his helmet and armor and died with thousands of arrows piercing his heart.
The God of Killing is dead, and the Beidi army's hatred fueled the tiger's counterattack. The scumbag still caressed the concubine's pregnant belly with his front foot, and became the king of the country's subjugation with his back foot. Everything was in her plan.
But there is one person who is an exception to her calculations.
He tremblingly wiped the blood from the corners of her lips, held her in his arms regardless of the arrows all over her body, and called out:
"Weaving, weaving."
Nan Yanzhi, who was supposed to be smiling, was reborn. He was twelve years old, and nothing had happened yet.
This time, she must keep her eyes open, stay away from the scumbag, and protect the love in her heart.
Intention: Only sincere love will be responded to.