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3166. Chapter 3166 Pulsatilla 3

She kicked Luo Jia's tombstone with one kick.

Emperor Hongwen didn't dare to stop her, and forgot. For the first time, he saw someone kicking his father's tomb in front of him! This is a traitor, this is implicating the nine clans! But he forgot, forgetting, and forgetting these things

The rules were so scared that they forgot.

She kicked her again, and the tombstone pounded, and she kicked her toes so hard that she felt her toes.

But at this moment, it requires pain!

Only pain can make people sober.

Her tone was full of self-deprecating: "Stay the ritual? I am the woman of the Dead Yan, the enemy who destroyed my homeland by you. How could I keep my ritual? Keep my ritual for the enemy? What a lowly woman to do this? You are really

It's so ridiculous, so naive! If you want to keep your chastity, please find your own Xianbei women! If I don't kill you or seek revenge on you, it's all my kindness and righteousness! Don't think that I'm hiding in Beiwudang is for the sake of the late emperor! No!

No! Don't you know that I have been performing in the past two years? If I didn't perform such Sanzhen Jiulie, Jia Xiu, and Dongyang King, would they believe me? They would come so devotedly to following me to kill Yihun

Is it? Now that the performance is over, I have gained enough capital! I am tired of it and don’t want to disguise it anymore! Yi Hun has also been eliminated! I have made contributions to your northern country! I at least have the qualifications to survive!"

Emperor Hongwen looked away and his body shivered slightly.

Under his feet, there was also a cluster of white-headed men, blooming Naihe grass, and so beautiful stamens were hidden under such a fluffy white cloak. Just like a woman who was about to grow old.

Under the moonlight, her face was as pale as the white-headed man beside her. A brief bloom was followed by a long bitter cold and loneliness.

All the worries, all the anger, all the pain, grow old overnight.

Only his hand, still holding her hand, was reluctant to let go.

Her hands were colder than him, just like a piece of charcoal that had been completely stiff, and would never have warmth.

"Fangfei...Fangfei..." His voice was so weak and powerless that he didn't know what to say.


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