Love in Another Life: My Gentle Tyrant

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Mrs. Duan looked at her for a moment, nodded, and gritted her tears, raised her eyebrows and said, "On this last trip, Jingying will **** her mother!"

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  She pulled the horse and walked on the side of Xuan Ling, Zhang Jin only saw her with a big belly at this moment, it seemed that she was about to make a pot. He couldn't hear what the two said last, but Mrs. Duan's previous words surprised him.

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  The tide is still turbulent, the people of the imperial capital do not know what happened, and they are amazed when they see the face of Mrs. Liujia Duan as a frost on the side of the evil country, but they are afraid to throw it Hand in hand.

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The execution ground.

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  is surrounded by people. Inside and outside the execution ground, the embargo was marvelous and imposing.

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  in the field, the axe, chopping board is ready, Ling Ling flashing cold, making people creepy. The two tall executioners looked cold and stood beside the urn.

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  prisoners everywhere, Zhang Jin was pulled outside by the embargo.

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  The officer of the prison team whispered: "Mrs. is pregnant, bloody, the wife, please go back."

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"Thank you for your good intentions, oh ~ I'm here to see my mother away, and I won't go anywhere." Mrs. Duan raised her eyebrows, flung her whip slightly, and pulled a whip flower in the air. The soldiers supporting each other were suddenly scared back a few steps.

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  She did not let others touch Xuan Yuan, and reached out to help Xuan Yuan out of the prison car.

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  The two met each other deeply, Xuan Yuan knew the woman's spleen, and no longer said, they looked at each other and smiled.

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  The pain in her head and abdomen was torn, and her feet limped. Mrs. Duan was startled. She put her hand to her hips and said, "Mother, crystal hug you."

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玑 玑 Xuan Xuan reprimanded, "If the child needs to have a case, I don't think Yuzhang will give me paper for baking, do you want me to go to the ground to be poor?"

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Mrs. Duan gave a grin and then lost her voice, "Are you bleeding?"

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  Her hand touched Xuan Yuan's lower body, and she felt differently, so she put her hand into the aunt and took a look. The skirt pants were actually wet, and she took out her hands, the whole palm, bright red glare.

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She almost broke a row of silver teeth, but saw Xuan Yuan staring at the official standing on the prisoner's hand.

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There are three seats on the stage.

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He did not take a seat, and the two officials who escorted the prison car were only respectfully accompanying him. The official stood with his back to them, and turned around at this time, touching about sixty years of age, with a look of indifference.

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 "Xin Xuanxuan has met Dali Temple Qinglin Master." Xuan Xuan owes ~ a good fortune.

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  The Dali Temple Qing sneered: "Dare."

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Mrs. Duan said: "Mother, why don't you bother with that person?"

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玑 玑 Xuan Qing said lightly: "This Lord Lin Sizheng was once an Emperor's mentor. This gift is not to be forgotten."

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Mrs. Duan's heart was awkward, and she whispered, "Why are you doing this?"

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"Etiquette and shame, what do you know about this evil barrier? A father must have a daughter." Lin Si was flicking his sleeves and scolded.

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  At this time, the onlookers began to crowd inward, their voices excited and angry.

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铡 "Hold her! Xuan years of death!"

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