Don't hurt me, the emperor: ugly women mess up the harem

Chapter 111 [Please remember me! 】

They didn't expect the result to be like this... Their wise masters, their great masters, actually made such a decision for a woman... They all say that Jiangshan is a beautiful woman, but this woman is not beautiful, and the master wants to make such a decision for her! Give up your own life?Abandon the great country?
Involuntarily... They gave Jing Lingke a hard look. It turns out that women... ugly women can also be promoted to disaster!
"Hahahaha..." The man in black gave another smug smile, "It is said that a hero is sad to be a beauty, it is true, although this chick is not beautiful now, but a closer look is actually not bad, her skin is smooth and fair, The eyes are clear and pure, the eyebrows are tactile, and the vermilion lips are red without spots. If you remove the obtrusive scar on your face, you will be a gorgeous beauty. Speaking of it, you are still very foresight and a person who is good at discovering, I admire you!"

Damn... I can't tell that the man in black has the potential to gossip. When he speaks, he is eloquent, using words one by one...

Jing Lingke sneered, but Xiahou Chennan's words emerged in her mind, this girl is also stupid, right?

He actually agreed to the request of the man in black?
Is the world messy, or her hearing is wrong, or, she has been dreaming all this time!
"Baby... I just ask you one thing!" Xiahou Chennan looked at Jing Lingke steadfastly, affectionately, but also a little helpless, he knew, but she never believed it...

In fact, he doesn't really believe it, but some things, the more unbelievable, the more real...

"Xiahou Chennan..." Jing Lingke was a little speechless, because the answer and the result were beyond her expectation!

"Baby, if I die, please remember me... visit me every year today... Then I think I will be very happy." Xiahou Chennan smiled miserably, raised the knife in his hand, and then Stabbed into his own chest, then pulled out...

"Xiahou...Chennan..." If what happened just now was a dream of hers, why is it so real, and even, the color of the blood is so bright, flowing through the scimitar, dripping drop by drop on the grass in the summer superior……

(End of this chapter)