Playing to the death and cheating on you

She suddenly understood, and asked slowly: "Actually, you already knew about it, didn't you?"

The old slave muttered. 【26nbsp;】

She was dripping with cold sweat and trembling with fear.

Looking out of the window, the imperial palace in the night is huge and dark, presenting a terrible chaos. Looking up, the stars are dim, as if a huge storm is about to burst out.

Those who love me, I sigh; those who hate me, I smile.No matter what the sky is overhead, I'm ready to take any storm.

She stood up slowly and lowered her hands. Inside the palace, there were flowing sleeves, very long robes, and gorgeous clothes, but when she lowered her shoulders, only a dry skeleton was left under the shoulders.

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That night, hurry up.She galloped like a real horseman to a battle of life and death, a funeral of a ghost.

The courtyard under the moonlight oozes out the last moan.

The door was closed tightly, and she knocked lightly: "Third Prince...Third Prince...are you in there?..."

She heard a hoarse voice.

Her eyes lit up, like an incredible dream: only in dreams, people would come to whatever they think: the door opened without a sound, and there was a figure.

Lonely, lonely, and desolate, he seemed to be unable to stand firmly, and he was on the verge of falling.No one knows why he lives in such an isolated place.

He's here.

He was actually here.

She looked up, the woods were dense and rustling, she didn't know whether it was snakes, insects, ants or poisonous snakes and beasts.However, she wasn't afraid, and she didn't care, she didn't even utter a sound, she just raised her face and stared blankly at the indistinct voice.

Until the neck was sore and sore.

She suddenly laughed, giggling, her voice was very low, as if she was talking to herself.

No one hears and cannot spread.

Between the curls, just rely on the feeling of the heart.

Then, she heard a small voice.Like a flower that floats from the tree to the ground in the dark.Heavy, but silent.It was a blood-stained man. He was already wounded and dying... No one had ever healed his wounds; no one had ever given him any good medicine...

With all his strength, he traveled all over the world, like a lonely night owl, hiding here, as if this whole life was just to complete that one rescue.

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