Love in Another Life: My Gentle Tyrant

A force suddenly pushed him away, he was surprised, only that Mu had rushed to the cell quickly, took out the keys, and hit the curtain with one hand, obscene greed.

Zhang Jin shook his footsteps and tried to stop him, but he heard a thud in his ear.

That step was never taken again.

He lowered his head, his chest, and a cold blade penetrated.

The bloodshed is hot, but the pain of tearing is cold. Before death, it was cold and frightening and desolate.

His body slowly slipped, but he was unwilling. Strong breath, half kneeling, he wanted to see the face of the colleague with the spicy hand. If you're a ghost, you have to go somewhere to argue.

The sound of heavy objects falling on the ground frightened him.

In the cloudy eyes, there are more than a dozen bodies landing on the ground, first or second, or even a grunt.

Only the brick of blue flowers disappeared in bright red, and the sea took its heart away from the brightest colors in the world.

After what happened, he went to see Mu Quan by his side.

The man is still in the same position as before, but the motion is stiff. He nailed a dagger in each of his limbs, and, uh, between his throats.

But it seemed that none of the striking wounds were fatal, and he could even turn around and watch the dramatic change with horror.

All of a sudden, in the ear, the sound of footsteps passed lightly.

Put your hands on the ground and chew your teeth into your eyes.

Walking past, there seemed to be no fewer than four or five visitors.

One person in front, the boot has a five-claw dragon pattern and a satin yellow finish.

He had a blow in the head, boots like this, which he had the privilege of seeing once. It looks like a golden splendor has been erased in front of you.

He crawled to the ground, and the man walked gently from the high seat to him, his mouth lifting with a smile.

“Tanhua Lang Wen is remarkable and sees Yuan Bo. He will surely be the material of the beam every day. ”

The temple tried to pick flowers for service in Han Lin Court, then sealed the courtesy ministry waiter, and looked at the ambition to repay Jun. Unfortunately, it did not hesitate to climb the party, and eventually the power to sin became the imperial prison guard.

Is it him? But the prison is filthy. How did this man get here?

Only, who else dares to use such embroidery and colour?

“Forgive me, my lord. ”

An awesome cry broke his mind.

The sound also seemed to awaken the body that was perpendicular to the ground. No dead man made a strange hoarse sound from his throat, climbing several shadows standing there.

“Who are you? Should the king know you?” The sound of the drama was laughable and unintentional.

“Little man Muquan, little sister is the concubine of Mr. Wang Wang's house of accounts. Forgive me, my lord. Forgive me, my little man. I gave you a bow! ”

Zhang Jin Yilin, Prince Lingrui Longzijin is here too?

Mu completely twisted his face full of pain, kneeling on his knees, his head pounding like garlic on the ground, that humble and humble, Zhang Jin finally couldn't help but cough and laugh.

“And you, who is it? ”

That was another sound, but Zhang Jin was shocked by all the noises.

It's just a cool and indifferent tone, but it's warm as a bright moon.

He endured pain, looked up, the lights were cold, and there were four more shadows in the room.