Love in Another Life: My Gentle Tyrant

He stood in front of her and remained calm. Everyone was stunned, Lin Shi was not convinced that Ditton was on the slaughterhouse, the queen's lips trembled, took a step forward and eventually retreated.

With her hands trembling and lifting her up, she turned her head and saw Mrs. Duan's tears all over her face.

Touched Mrs. Duan's hand, and she slowly walked towards the man.

One or two steps away, stop.

She gazed at him, and Junyi's face was still like the old incline, and she, at this moment, her shirt was ragged, her hair was chaotic, it must be ugly, right?

“Why don't you go in there for a second?” She refers to the direction of Po.

The dragon does not wrinkle away from the eyebrow.

The queen frowned and squeezed her hands on the side of the phoenix skirt, and the jeweled bracelet sounded slightly. On the other side, the breeze quickly disembarked from the horse with a gloomy face, walking in front of the walrus, grinning, “What do you want to do? ”

“That doesn't seem to have anything to do with you. My brother-in-law promised the Lady Dowager. ”

Someone lined up the guard's forbidden army, walked over quickly, but just arrived in Longzijin.

He had a white gauze wrapped around his arm and a red gauze.

“Zijin?” The clown frowned.

Longzijin smiled at her, “The minor injury is fine. ”

He glanced at the cold wind.

“Xu Xiao.” The dragon never leaves the glance.

Xu Huilin lifted the curtain quickly.

People outside the prison don't know what's going on, but suddenly they don't know what's going on. No one knows why a man is going in, just as no one thought that the emperor would not hear a sound afterwards, which was the Empress's throne.

All eyes or shock or surprise were burned on the draped curtains of the pedestal.

Though spacious, they sit together and breathe clearly.

Last night he lost all his cool in rage, and she guessed more than once - what a sight it would be if he came today.

Looking at his calm side, she suddenly wondered what was on his mind at this moment.

Thinking about it, she moved, sat next to him, her clothes slightly brushed against his gown.

Finally, he flanked her eyes.

His eyes were like dark ink, deep.

“It's disgusting to do that, you know?” She laughed, her hands pressed against her stomach, where it was cold.

He also had a smile in his eyes, "Twice you die, you'll be more scared. ”

“Yes, it would be more frightening and unwilling to die.” She takes it seriously.

“No? You've never begged for mercy.” He whispered, his eyebrows in the corner, full of sarcasm.

“Does it work? ”

“Seems not.” Dragons don't stop laughing, their voices get low, "say what you want. ”

“Death is useless.” The other hand grabbed him gently, "why did you give me a wish? ”

His hands were dry and warm, unlike hers, and he had already lost his hand's sweat.

She thought he was going to shake her hand, but he didn't, but he didn't close his palm, and she greedily wrapped her hand a little smaller, tightly attached to his palm.

His hands seemed slightly stiff.

“You don't need to know that. ”

She was disappointed for a while, but she couldn't really say what she wanted to hear.

“You don't have an extra deadline, if I never say that wish--” she laughed and stopped, realizing what, staring at him.

The dragon did not lean back from his body and leaned against the back pad of the paint on the dragon. No answer was given.

Close your eyes, tears take out your orbit, pain in your belly and heart, you can't tell who is above whom.

His heart, she suddenly couldn't understand. But there's no time left.

She laughed low.

“Your Majesty, the last wish is for you to do it again, okay? ”

Dragon stood up sharply and grabbed her chin with five fingers, smiling softly, "Turns out you can't wait to die. ”

“Okay?” She raised her head and asked shyly.

“As you wish.” He broke away from her, harsh, she couldn't help but suddenly hit the horn of her forehead and bled to the ground.

She grinned bitterly, lifted her sleeves and wiped them. He had flanked himself, his back was pulled out and his robe was cloudy.

She wants to remember.

Stand up and hold his hair in his left hand. Without going to the chapel, he rarely carried a gold crown. He was still holding that thing in his right hand, a little clumsy, unable to exert force, dizziness and darkness appeared in front of his eyes. She bit her lower lip tightly and untied his jade band.

Her bright, smooth hair dripped down and lay in her palm, the luster sliding slowly as the crystal beads refracted.

Something on your hands can finally come in handy.

She smiled and opened her palms.

A wooden comb, very simple, with some patterns on it, seemed like flowers or something, she had tried to identify it many times, but could not always tell.

He held up his hair and combed it. The pain finally laid on the ground. She brushed it for a few moments and grabbed a hammer.

Her hands seemed to settle for a long time, tightening his hair.

The dragon does not frown.

He was always restrained and calm, but somehow agitated, mixed with the rage that had just erupted, as if he had been devoured by something fierce.

Unconsciously, her hands suddenly loosened under his motion, something fell from his shoulder to his knee, and he rose and his eyes grew pale.

He gave her this comb.

He and she had a wonderful folk life. From the moment he came in, he noticed that she was holding something in her hand, scratching her heart like something, scratching blood marks and itching and soreness.

He wanted to know what it was.

She asked, "Why give her a wish?"

The truth is, he doesn't know either.

His anger and hatred escaped from the tight body when he saw her fall on the bed, his eyes hanging large tears, his body trembling because of fear.

Maybe, just wanted to see what she was dying for.

Maybe, it's that simple.

Must be that simple.

I don't feel like turning back.

There is something that goes down.

A few snowflakes came in, and the people outside seemed impatient and noisy.

Seems like Xu Xiao is still crying out loud.

Specifically, what they said, he didn't know.

He doesn't want to know either.

His eyes fell on his hands, white and long, with a body resting on his hands.

No temperature.

It's as cold as the little hand that just stuck in his hand.

Why didn't you just grab it?

She wrapped her hands a little smaller, but only to get closer to him.

But he was niggardly enough to hold his palms together.

He tried to kill her.

And now she's dead.

She's finally dead.

Fingers slipped off her wrist.

The pulse is broken.

Those eyes were closed tightly and tears were still bright and snowy.

He should be happy, shouldn't he?

But he's not happy, not at all.

When the knife fell, he said suddenly.

At that time, the intention had already been set.

Just don't admit it.

What does an open-ended wish stand for? As long as she doesn't say, she doesn't have to die. Stupid obsessed enough to let her catch this leak.

Huh.

Turns out, even if she betrayed him, he still didn't want her dead.

Still can't, not after all.

It's like being torn to pieces. Take a gentle breath, it's also a pain.

Yearling, you can't die.

You haven't even caught my hair.

Her eyes scattered across her shackled skirt, bloodstained.

No, how could a foot injury like that take her life?

Her eyes were instantly cold and she walked out of her arms.

No one has ever seen an emperor like this.