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As the unlucky person who read a bloody and cruel novel, Chi Xi took the script of Bai Yueguang's female counterpart.
The tool man has only one role, and that is to protect the childhood sweetheart, the deposed prince, from the sword.
Complete the entire plot and go home early.
However, before she died, Chi Xi saw the cheap husband who used to be weak and gentle, with a broken liver and gallbladder, like a madman.
Hugging himself almost madly, he almost strangled the prince who was about to ascend the throne to death on the spot.
Damn it, the male protagonist can't die!
Halfway through Chi Xi's performance, he woke up in an instant and stretched out his hand tremblingly to stop him.
"No, don't..."
It was obviously an extremely weak sound, but the violent and out-of-control hand stiffened instantly, and the finger bones were pinched until they turned white, but they didn't move at all.
It wasn't until Chi Xi died completely that all the strings of reason collapsed, and the wasteland was set ablaze, leaving no trace of land alive.
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Before getting married, Yan Fuzhou already knew that his fiancée belonged to someone else and had no affection for him.
However, for Chi Xi, he couldn't control himself, not to pay attention, not to touch, not to care.
Yan Fuzhou was so jealous that he could only put on the disguise of being gentle and weak, and acted clumsily in every possible way to try to gain his wife's care and love.
However, Chi Xi is dead.
So, he is also crazy.
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The witch doctors who summon souls say that the souls of the dead can be brought back by using the blood of their loved ones to draw talismans.
In the third year of Yong'an, Yan Fuzhou, the former prince of Jingbei, covered the sky with one hand and wielded power over the government and the public.
The former Prince Hui'an, after his failure to ascend the throne, became a prisoner, tied up in a talisman formation, and bled every day.
This is the 79th time, trying to summon spirits.
Unfortunately, it still failed.
This time, with infinite hatred, Yan Fuzhou stabbed himself with the sword, letting blood flow to the center of the formation.
In an instant, a strong wind suddenly rose, dark clouds covered the moon, the entire palace suddenly changed, and the sky exploded like a divine punishment.
However, after the silence, everything seemed to have remained unchanged.
Only in a corner of the garden, the head of a strange little palace maid was silently poked out, swallowing her saliva fiercely, her pupils shaking.
Damn it, why the hell is she back?
[Illiteracy is extremely imaginary]
Intention: Miracle