Supreme Demon Empress

Chapter 129 Long Lin's Ridiculous Confession ([-])

I don’t know why I think about it like this, but I feel depressed, not resentment, not blame, just loss, a strong sense of loss, thinking that Long Lin often visits brothels, and having sex with those women, the mood is not good at all Woke up.

Thinking of him, the king of Longlin, he didn't have any women, so why did he go to a prostitute doctor to pick up girls!There is a saying that a wife is not as good as a concubine, a concubine is not as good as stealing, and stealing is as good as not being able to steal, hey~~
Thinking about ten days later, I will marry Long Lin, so now should I run over and slap the woman in red beside him, or slap Long Lin directly?
He is the emperor, this slap cannot be given, so if I slap that woman, does it prove that I care about him?It's okay to think about it, since Long Lin came to see her and played the piano for her, he must care about her, and which emperor is not the Sangong Sixth Court, I am just a queen who has not yet married the emperor, what position do I take? Go slap someone!
It's just... since when did I care about him?

Is it the young man I met in Banyue Lake pretending to be the prince for the first time, or the domineering him who kissed me in the palace, or the chic and coquettish him who held the queen mother's birthday banquet, or which companion Jun Ru The emperor who accompanied the tiger?

No matter what the result is, I still care about him a little after all, don't I?

I was looking at the person in the gazebo who was wearing noble black gold and who was wearing a red dress beside him. I felt more and more lost, and I was not in the mood to play or listen anymore. It’s like a five-flavored bottle, it’s not the taste, I kicked Keke under my feet, and the sound of walking was loud, I still didn’t feel any discomfort at all, until... until a cold thing was placed on my neck, I He raised his head blankly!

"Brother, don't think that you can show your prestige by just putting a sword on someone's neck. This is at the feet of the emperor. No one will be afraid of you." I raised my head, and looked at the man holding the sword on my neck with a displeased face. It's just a cold training session.

The man glanced at me and asked coldly: "Who are you? Then what's the purpose of this?"

(End of this chapter)