There was a dead silence around. Feng Miaolian could only hear her voice, which was surprisingly cold, cruel and ruthless, as if she had been planning for a long time, and had been waiting for the arrival of this moment.
Even Tuoba Hong's miserable gaze was indifferent. Is it cruel? Is it painful? She didn't care. Even when he stretched out his hand and swayed in front of her, hoping that she would help her, she was indifferent.
He stared at her.
The eyes were so painful, deep, like a lake, unfathomable. Just like the pain in his eyes, it was also a kind of snow-capped mountain slowly solidifying, full of despair.
Feng Miaolian didn't look at him, nor did she dare to look around.
Suddenly, her whole body trembled.
She saw the hideous smiling face behind her. It was the King of Xianyang - the King of Xianyang - and he smiled strangely, like a twisted strange snake, and his body kept turning. It was the King of Xianyang. He quietly approached with a dagger with a secret.
, tiptoed and smiled proudly.
"That's great, so good! You killed him, hahaha, ****, you killed His Majesty..."
"It's great, it's great that you killed him for us..."
"You killed him, you damn ****... You are dead, hahaha, you will all die..."
Feng Miaolian watched him walk over with a dagger, and the shaky dagger shattered her eyes.
The fisherman gained profit from fighting against the snipe and clam. He had long hoped that she would die, and he would die: he hoped that his royal brother would die. The prince's son was still young, and the young prince was deposed, and he was the King of Xianyang as an adult
Brother, the powerful general with heavy troops, this world belongs to him.
No one in the world can compete with it anymore.
Tuoba Hong, he was going to turn his head and take a look, but he had lost his power - he also clearly heard the hideous laughter: the betrayed wife, the brother who wanted to usurp the throne, tried his best to destroy it
My sister...all the closest relatives around him are traitors, all of them are unfaithful and unfaithful traitors.
Feng Miaolian's heart was like a knife cut. She wanted to pull her hands, but she didn't dare. She still held the dagger in her hand, and it was still deeply on Tuoba Hong's waist. As soon as she moved, blood poured out one after another.
Her eyes were dull and she looked at him blankly.
His lips were also squirming, as if he was saying, "Why is this trouble?"