Lian luozhi pulled back her fiery red cap on her head. A face she once wanted to tear suddenly caught her eyes. Her feet stumbled and her small face painted with exquisite makeup was full of panic, "Shangguan glass, you, you are not, you are not..." "dead?" Liuli sneered, "I'm dead, but what if I'm dead? I can't come back for revenge if I'm dead?" Liuli suddenly roared, his forehead veins were raised, and his facial features were distorted. "You owe me the fog and autumn leaf ridge. Even if my Shangguan Liuli is scared and can't be reborn forever, I must try my best to get it back!" The cold wind is bleak and leaves fall from the autumn leaf ridge. In such a large courtyard, it should have been festive, but now it has become silent because of the man who has clearly died for many years. The colored glaze is a black fairy skirt, and the butterfly woven with gold thread around the waist is lifelike. She lifted her step gently, and her long splash hair danced with the wind, just like an elf from hell“ Lian luozhi stole my military order and I watched 100000 elite soldiers bury the hands of the turbid king. Mo Yan abandoned me when I was most frustrated and let me face the pursuit of the turbid King alone. Finally, I couldn't even protect my own flesh and blood... Should I calculate with you first? " Su Changle was shocked and stared at the woman who was filled with a strong murderous spirit. If Liuli said so, Mo Yan and Lian luozhi were really the next 18 layers of hell, which could not solve Liuli's hatred. Mo Yan's eyes flushed and his whole body trembled. "You, you're not dead?" Liuli touched his cold face and said sarcastically, "why, the princess is not dead. Lord moling is very disappointed?" Mo Yan clenched his fist and stared at her pale and bloodless face, "I'm very happy."“ Oh, happy what, happy princess finally came to take your life? "“ At the beginning, I have expressed my intention and promised you not to marry Luo Zhi. But I didn't expect that you still didn't let go of Luo Zhi, and even asked someone to defile her, Shangguan Liuli. If you would apologize, you would still be the ridge Lord's wife of my autumn leaf ridge, and Luo Zhi would be my concubine. " Lian luozhi looked at Mo Yan incredibly and suddenly rushed forward to hold his arm. "Brother Mo Yan, why do you treat me like this? She can't be Shangguan Liuli. Shangguan Liuli has been dead for thousands of years. You should wake up. For so long, it's Luo Zhi who has been with you and takes care of you." Mo Yan shook off Lian luozhi coldly. "If she hadn't been sorry for you first, plus your care, the Lord of the ridge wouldn't have married you. Luozhi, between me and you, it would have been a long time ago."“ Muring Lord, what do you mean by this? Is it because you want Luo Zhi to be a concubine when you lift the sedan chair eight times? The Shangguan colored glaze is false at first sight. How can the dead be resurrected? "“ How can the dead be resurrected? "The sweet and pleasant female voice sounded at the right time. A girl in white came out of the crowd," Liuli, I'll avenge you! "“ Sweetheart, what are you doing? " Feng Mo, or should be called Mo Feng, hurriedly pulled Su Changle aside as soon as she appeared. Su Changle was tired of seeing him. "Master Mo Feng, this has nothing to do with you. Please let go."“ Sweetheart, do you know who she is? "“ Why don't you know? I'm Su Changle's best friend. " Mo Feng didn't expect Su Changle to know Shangguan Liuli. It's clear that Shangguan Liuli has been dead for thousands of years. Su Changle is only 16 years old. How did they know each other?

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