Love in Another Life: My Gentle Tyrant

He grinned, hand-powered, and climbed over to the front of those boots. The ground, dragging out the sparkling brightness.

“Weishen meets my emperor. Long live my emperor. ”

“Ah!" Suddenly, a cry rang out in a quiet cell.

“Your Majesty, is it the Emperor?!” Mu's mouth was wide open, his heart was broken, and he stared dead at the long figure.

“Didn't you just say you wanted to have a good night with my wife? Why don't you go and make a noise here?” The emperor spoke softly.

It was as if all the anger had been sucked away instantly, and the muse's face was dead, and a stain of water came from under him, and the air suddenly smelled like urine.

“What did you say your name was?” The emperor faded.

He wasn't looking at anyone, but Zhang Jin was in his heart for a moment. He was painful and complimented: “Weishen Zhang Jin. ”

“Seems like an interesting person.” The emperor smiled, his tongue turned slightly, "So Zijin, your men are merciful, the flying knife's hands are heavy, but the wounds are not heartbeat, fresh wind, don't you think? ”

A young man in a green shirt stepped out behind him and bowed down: "Yes. ”

Dragon Zijin was shocked and immediately knelt down, "My cousin dared not. ”

“Your Majesty, why don't the old slaves send someone on the road for the king?” Keep your hands down to the blue figure next to you, low voice.

“Mmm.”

Zhang Jin laughed bitterly. One dynasty, one dynasty, one who was an old king, did not recognize him. He did not know why His Majesty had spared him, or why the Emperor had killed him. But why would a king need a reason to kill a man?

Cold sweat mixed with blood and slowly blended into the sea of blood on the ground. Some prison guards are still struggling, holding their breath, and others are cold.

The blue figure walked in front of him, palming like a wind.

Born arrogant, he did not ask for forgiveness, but only glanced at His Majesty the Mausoleum, to show gratitude, and immediately closed his eyes.

In the air, there seems to be some screaming, like the crumbling sighs I've heard before.

The hurricane had covered his face, and he died when the Spirit burst into flames.

“Lord Xu, please have mercy. ”

During the dizziness and turbulence, that devastating pressure suddenly disappeared, at the same moment that the gentle voice came out of the white mantle.

“I have the honour to obey your mother's orders. ”

He's not dead! He's not dead! The ghost gate closed around, Zhang Jin was so frightened that he could not make a sound, and only murmured that vague consciousness repeatedly in his heart.

Until he heard the emperor's faint laugh. He was unimaginably suffocated, and his body, which had been paralyzed on his knees, had retreated by half an inch, and whoever had died once was unwilling to go through that feeling again.

“Ali.” The woman's voice came out again.

Who was the princess calling that year?

Zhang Jin's cold sweat dripped, his heart fought and his clothes were as wet as possible.

Prince Long Zijin of Lingrui, the grand eunuch Xu Xiao, the young man called Fresh Wind.

“Mm-hmm.” Follow me, from the man's throat with the phoenix.

That's right, there's another guy. There's a misspelling in his name. But no one dares to call.

Gyeongjati, dragon never leaves.