"What a cheating rebirth!" He yelled loudly, startling countless birds in the forest.
Reborn? Damn, he's actually in a mass grave?
A hard life, a hard pursuit!
What do the ruined face, the finger marks on the neck, and the vague memories mean?
Encirclement and interception time and time again revealed the truth about the identity hidden behind heavy fog.
What roles do the gentle and handsome man, the noble and awe-inspiring emperor, and the young master who banished himself from immortality play in this?
In her previous life, she was a legendary genius with overwhelming power, but she ended up being betrayed and separated from her relatives. Her blood was splattered in the palace and she was buried in endless fires.
In this life, with her face completely disfigured, her memory in ruins, and the ensuing frame-ups, will she silently accept it or fight back with all her might?
Killer? Cleaned up! Framed? Give it back to you!
Power struggle? Our old profession! Handsome man? The more beautiful something is, the more sinister it is!
There is a turbulent undercurrent in the Nine-layer Palace. She manipulates the conspiracy and killing on the throne of kingship, and looks at the world's human desires with a cold smile.
At the end of the day, who will never leave, and who will leave by mistake?
Fragment one:
"The sinister man and the vicious woman are indeed a perfect match! What a noble status!" The tone was understated, with an almost inaudible mocking tone.
"Can I interpret this as you being jealous?" The man chuckled, his sword eyebrows slightly raised, showing an arc as delicate as a spring willow.
"That's wrong, the word jealous has never appeared to me! Please don't confuse me with this word."
"Oh? Then why do I think you seem more vicious? Let me tell you, we are a perfect match. The most vicious woman in the world matches the most sinister man in the world, right? Besides, compared to your noble status, you seem to be more suitable."
The innocent eyes, the relaxed tone, the teasing content.
"..." Well, you are awesome!
Fragment two:
"Marry me and we can discuss our future marriage."
The bright sword was placed on her neck, and the man said with a cold expression.
"Oh? Is this your attitude when asking for marriage? Or does this better promote our relationship?"
Pointing to the sharp blade on her neck, she raised her eyebrows and decided to teach him how to propose marriage.
Want to force a marriage? Don't think that just because you are beautiful and have a high status, you can dominate!
Fragment three:
"You won, why don't you let him go?" The man asked in a deep voice.
A narrow smile climbed onto his interesting face, with a mischievous light.
"Rather than asking him to admit defeat, I want to see how he runs naked."
Is it even better than his grandfather's figure back then? This is someone's unfinished words.
I still remember that time, when the naked man turned around, his nose was bleeding and heavy objects fell all over the floor! The two naked men turned back and the Yangtze and Yellow Rivers flowed backwards! The naked man turned around three times and Halley's Comet hit the earth!
As his descendant, how can he be worse than his ancestors?
Fragment four:
"Commanders and soldiers, hold your weapons in hand and send the Second Prince to his funeral!"
Amid the shouts of the soldiers, they ignored the blood on the ground and walked lightly with a leisurely smile.
"Don't worry, I will definitely reserve the best place for you in the imperial mausoleum, find a Feng Shui master to rank you, and by the way... Send your mother in too! Don't thank me, you deserve this!"
"You... Don't have a good death! After you die, you will go to the eighteenth level of hell, and you will never be able to survive forever!" The hoarse voice was filled with resentment and rage.
"It doesn't matter." He didn't mind the furious look and smiled. It was the smile of the Supreme One, looking down on the world, infinitely confident, yet calm and calm: "I've been in hell for a long time. I don't mind dragging a few more people down. Wouldn't it be nice?"
The mystery of death sixty years ago and the endless persecution sixty years later set off a storm under Xian Xiansu's hands.
Look at the wind blowing in Kyushu, who is in charge? Subvert the world's situation?
I am writing this article one-on-one, insisting on no abuse and no cheating to the end.
