He was as cold and charming as a demon, with a cold air all over his body. He swung the long whip mercilessly on his beloved horse Heifeng. He roared in his heart,
"Penghao, wait for me, wait for me, Penghao" ran like the wind, and the place he passed was like a black whirlwind. People could not see anything, only one person and one horse, whirling past them.
The man's long black cloak hurt people's eyes, and they couldn't help but shudder, and a terrifying chill spread.
Xuan is King Yinqi of Qi. He is holding the booklet in his hand, he saw it, he saw it. Yes, No. 7, Xiu Nu, Penghao. Oh my god, Penghao, she, she is dead. No way,
She actually died. She actually dared to die without his permission. She?
He only remembered that his chest tightened, his throat felt sweet, a mouthful of blood spurted out, and he fell on his back. However, he did not faint. When he fell, he was more awake than ever. She was dead.
.Really? He didn't believe it. With the support of everyone, he quickly stood up. He just looked at Tang Gong blankly, gritted his teeth, and said word by word,
Where is the eight-foot-tall altar?"
I'm going to stay in the narrow spring hill."
King Mian did not stay in Tang Gong's Mansion for another moment. The next second, everyone saw him striding out of the mansion, mounting his horse, and galloping. Behind him was Zijing who said nothing.
He hit his horse crazily. He didn't think about anything. He didn't even ask what day the death occurred. He just wanted to get to that place as soon as possible. He wanted to save her. Her.
His life is his and no one can take it away.
When Xuan arrived on horseback, he saw only an empty altar with no one. He dismounted and walked slowly over step by step until he reached the edge of the altar, the high altar and the thick railing.
, only a pair of long black hair fluttering lonely in the wind, as if telling endless sorrow.
On the large, cold altar, there was a shocking pool of dried dark red blood.
She is gone, she is gone.
His lover, his life, and his basil just disappeared into his life.
牉牎巴咶铮∨铓铩…”
He looked up to the sky and screamed sadly. In the dust under his feet, a drop of tears fell from the man's face. In his twenty-two years of life, he had never been so heartbroken. The pain was like a torrent, and it was released with overwhelming force.
Down, drowning all his reason.
Rain and tears intertwined on his face.
Was the sky also grieving for him? He looked up at the sky, and a cruel smile hung on the corner of his mouth.
King, the supreme king, is he really the son of heaven? But he can't even keep his most beloved woman.
King, is he really the supreme king of Qi?
Hahahaha, am I the king of Qi? Am I?"
He shouted and ran, he knelt down, he took out the sword in his hand, he pointed the sword into the sky, and he was like this in the rain...
He Yonggai stood aside silently. He didn't say anything. He just looked at his king quietly, looking so crazy in the rain. He knew his feelings for that woman, yes, that one was called Penghao.
The slave girl is gone, but she will live in the heart of the king all her life. Will there be the king's laughter in the palace of Qi in the future? He really didn't dare to think about it.
The heavy rain fell violently. It fell on the ground and on people's hearts. The whole world was drowned in this sudden heavy rain in late autumn. Between heaven and earth, there was only the sound of rain and the sound of a man's voice. A cry of grief and despair.
牉牶Feijiao
"Gai Nian"
牐犎牟hong
牐瓓波平
牐捦拊
Hydroxide
牉眜蜜bulbul
Put your hands together and pray for five hundred years
牞犞黄 meets you
牊犜谡 蛘蛘山Fei Bureau
False lies
This is the end of this life's fall
Frost and snow
Rehmannia glutinosa
Dang makes three thousand miles of mountains and rivers