Demons are rampant: the violent concubine is not easy to mess with

Chapter 269 Wasted? (two)
"The leg is useless? Can it be healed?"

Nangong Cange pondered for a while.

Leng Jue glanced at him again.

"No, if it is possible, then does the emperor think that the person who is with Shangguan Ren now will not be healed? There is no way to heal, the injury is too serious, and it is because of some special reasons that he survived."

When talking about special reasons, Leng Jue kept his mouth shut in a timely manner, not going to reveal anything more.

Nangong Cange was silent for another while, during the period of his silence, Leng Jue had already left.

Ten miles of peaches are young, and their flowers are scorching.

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"Where can the Qingfeng sword go?"
Falling flowers are meeting each other

Beauty smiles only for heroes

Mingyue Dao doesn't understand
earthly dream

The hustle and bustle of the world and the flashy world are gone in an instant"

Huai Lingxiao Han walks a thousand mountains alone

Zhu Yan is short, how can the years go by?"

The woman opened her lips and sang, her voice clear and clear, reaching into the sky.Cooperating with the qin music, he jumped out with a bamboo branch as a sword.The white singlet fluttered in the breeze, leaping, turning around, and swinging its limbs.Every movement is beautiful to the extreme, and the bun is unfurled, like black black silk dancing with the wind in an instant.

"Carved cage blue silk heavy

The old friend snuggled up to Liu Mengzhong

Words choke, tears pour into the mist, tens of thousands of weight
The blade is bright and the sword is cold

Precarious rivers and lakes make love hurt

Xiao Sheng judges who pities Yiren to dress alone
Carved cage blue silk heavy
The old friend snuggled up to Liu Mengzhong

Words choke, tears pour into the mist, tens of thousands of weight
Flowing eastward toward Baishou River
long lovesickness endlessly
Looking at the sky, why don't you swing your sword to break your hatred—"

When the last line was sung, the bamboo sword turned sharply down, the white figure stepped on the bamboo branch, flew into the Qinxin Pavilion, and held down the white fingers flying on the guqin.The sound of the piano was suddenly interrupted, leaving behind the reverberation of 'clank—'.

It seemed that this scene was still yesterday, but such a magnificent woman could no longer dance.no more—

Nangong Cange smiled again.

How could he not know what the ring circle of the tree meant.

What he least wanted to be known, the darkest thing he had done in his life, was finally known.

He is not worthy of this scorching peach grove——

(End of this chapter)