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Chapter 292: In front of the emperor (8)

In front of the emperor, flirt with him! (8)

"What?!"

Ximen got up in a cold night, and he grabbed Xiao Anzi's collar while leaving his arm.

"Say you again!" [[

"Back ... back to the emperor!"

Xiao Anzi took a breath, and after investigating his breath, he said.

"The slave rushed to the Shuoyue Palace, and there was no figure on the left and right. Then I went to the back garden to see. As a result, I saw a person floating in the pond.

Looking at the shape of the figure, it is the queen mother.

The slave was busy calling someone to drag her on the shore, and he reunited with you ... "

Before he finished speaking, Ximen Yehan had already stunned him on the ground and rushed out of the door.

She died?

impossible!

He yelled all the way all the way, Ximen Yehan just ran away, flying all the way to the house, and only used the light skills to the limit.

When I came to the backyard of Shuoyue Palace, I saw a group of guards around a person.

He rushed forward, pushed away everyone, and looked at the female corpse on the ground.

I saw that the female corpse was dressed in the shape of the dawn, and her face should be soaked for too long, which has been severely deformed.

Jiao Yan Jade is gone, but just a light face, full of eyes.

This is not her, it is definitely not her, it must not break dawn!

Ximen Yehan yelled in his heart.

This kung fu, the other guards also recognized the emperor, and they kneeling respectfully, and one of them sent one to him.

"Emperor, this was found on the mother -in -law!"

Ximen Yehan slowly turned his face, and saw the man's hands with a thing.

The gentle jade color, the exquisite carving worker, is the jade dragon waist seal he gave in the east. [

From the guard's hand, the jade dragon waist was sealed, and the fingers of Ximen Yehan were trembling.

That jade is so cold, so cold, the cold feeling instantly spreads all over his whole body.

Sitting weakly next to the corpse, Ximen Yehan felt like a boulder suddenly stuffed into a boulder.

Heavy and depressed.

The eyes and throat are sour and uncomfortable.


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