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

Chapter 331 Emperor's Fury (—)
When the emperor was angry, millions of corpses floated!

Who would not understand this truth?Shangguan Ren understands that there are too many such situations in history, the emperor is angry, and the world is angry!What about anger?All she wants is anger!Since she is said to be a disaster for the country, then she will be a disaster for the world to show them!To bring disaster to the country is to die?Lan Xin should die?Why?What is it based on?
If the world forces her, then she will force the world.Let the whole world be buried with the young man in blue!
Even though Nangong Che was so far away, he could still clearly feel Shangguan Ren's soaring anger!
Her hatred, her resentment.He has watched it for three years, and in three years, it is enough to see everything, and he can see everything thoroughly.

"I will be with you, no matter what happens, I will be with you."

Nangong Che's voice was light, like Tao Yao in the poem, floating down.Shangguan Ren suddenly felt warm.Regardless of whether or not Nangong Che approached her for any purpose, she had already decided that after completing Gu Lanzhi's matter, her life would be entrusted to such a man.

live in heaven.

As soon as Nangong Cange arrived, he saw the storyteller wriggling on the ground in pain, his bones were all broken, not like a person, but more like a wriggling bug.He bit his mouth tightly, afraid that if he relaxed for a moment, he would say what he shouldn't have said.

Dongfang Po stood with a group of people, watching coldly.When she saw him, the corners of her mouth even slightly curled up.

"General, can you explain to me what's going on?"

Everyone suffocated, and suddenly understood the identity of the visitor.

"The minister (little man) sees the emperor, long live the emperor, long live, long live."

Full of etiquette.

Nangong Cange's eyes flashed, and he just nodded.

"Get up."

"Thank you, Your Majesty—"

Everyone thank you.

And at this moment, the storyteller who had been prostrate on the ground let out another scream.

This scream was more miserable than any other time.

"Please... please... you, please... kill... me."

Intermittent, but still can hear what he said.

Begging for death, what kind of pain is it that you want to die so humblely?Nangong Cange frowned.

(End of this chapter)