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Bo Xilu picked up a slave from the rebel army.
A Han slave girl had a weak waist, soft lips, and a pair of pitifully soft, almond-shaped eyes. They were frightened, and a string of tears would fall from her face at the slightest touch.
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The girl grabbed the hem of his clothes and sobbed: "General... I want to go home."
In a time of great chaos, Bo Xilu remained unmoved: "If you want to make a vow, go to the temple; if you want to live, just shut up and stay."
He is not a low-browed and compassionate Buddhist, but a bloody war demon in the hell on earth, the youngest and most powerful "adult" in the history of the Wuqi tribe.
An iron rope was tied around his neck. He wanted to see the white jade stained with blood and the pearl stained with dust.
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With the beauty between his knees and the red horse on his horse, he finally established his own foundation in troubled times and became the king. From the Gobi desert blown by the west wind to the foot of Chishan Mountain in Liaodong's hometown, he finally held up the torch and took her into the cave of the ancestor gods. He carved his and her names side by side on the stone wall. His low and hoarse voice showed emotion: "Good Ningning, let's have a child, okay?"
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Thousands of miles away, south of the Huaihe River, the royal family of the Mo Dynasty, which moved south, was driven off the throne by powerful ministers, and the Yin family ruled the world for generations.
In the confrontation between the north and the south, Bo Xilu won successively, but in the last battle, he was forced into a desperate situation by the new emperor of the Southern Dynasty himself.
The sharp sword slashed down, but Jiaojiao, who was always held on his horse and protected in his arms, blocked the edge of the sword: "Brother, don't kill him."
Yin Yuening looked at him who was lying slumped on the ground, her smile was as beautiful as before, and she put the chain she had worn in the army around his neck: "I want him to be my slave and watch me get married with my own eyes."
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Robbery of alien war god x forced to grow into a delicate beauty
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Reading guide:
① Invent history, everything serves the plot.
②Double c, he.
Intention: Live without breaking.
