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480. Chapter 480 His anger: heal with blood [10]

Prince Jing was trapped in the net. He used all his internal strength but could not break the net. Even the more he used his internal strength, the more the net rebounded and wrapped him tighter. He immediately understood that this was a premeditated attack.

layout, and the person who deals with them must know them very clearly, otherwise there would not be this net woven by the Tiangang Cloud Brocade waiting for him.

Tiangang Yun Jinmian, his inner strength is pure strength, this thing is his nemesis.

As soon as he thought about this, he suddenly became very worried about Emperor Hong'an.

After a burst of white smoke slowly rose, Emperor Hong'an heard a melodious flute sound. The sound was distant and vicissitudes of life. Suddenly, there seemed to be a fragrance blowing through his nose, which involuntarily made his mind, which was originally on guard,

Pictures flashed up one after another, and each picture was the most beautiful memory in his life. Those pictures flashed faster and faster, and finally they turned into true scenes, which made him sink involuntarily...

He finally returned to that day that he had been thinking about so much, and saw that fresh and beautiful face that haunted him all the time. He was so excited that he forgot everything and ignored everything. There was only that gleam of sunshine in front of him.

Thinking about the beautiful figure at night.

She wore the largest apricot quicksand smoke brocade skirt floating by the lake. The lotus flowers in early summer were in full bloom, and the morning dew condensed on the green lotus leaves.

beauty.

"An'er..." He rushed up and hugged her into his arms, letting her soft body tell him that this was not a dream he had had thousands of times. He finally held her in his arms again.

"Brother Yi."

The sweet and moving sound like a clear trickle gently flowing on the nephrite reached Emperor Hong'an's ears, making him tremble, and he couldn't help but hugged her body tighter: "An'er, An'er

, An'er..."

The emperor repeated this nickname over and over again, with thousands of words condensed in his chest and he didn't know where to start. In the end, he could only call her softly.

She stretched out her hands with a gentle smile, just as he was trapped in betrayal and separation when he was young, father and son were fighting for the throne, and mother and son were on guard against each other. She hugged him gently and said softly to him: "Brother Yi, An'er is in your arms."

Side."

The words that made him persevere, the words that made him regret and suffer in the future, rang out again, making him feel like a proud and majestic emperor from another life, and a crystal teardrop fell from the corner of his eyes at this moment.

A man doesn't shed tears easily, but he hasn't reached the point where he is sad.

The emperor is also a man, an ordinary man. In front of the woman he loves, he never hides his vulnerability. Since his birth, Jun An is the only one in the world who can let him show everything about him unscrupulously, because

He knows that even if everyone in the world swings their swords at him, Jun An will only be that stupid woman who spreads her arms to block him!

Just like that day, when he was surrounded by thousands of troops and had his biological father's sword pointed at his throat, she stepped forward without hesitation.

She said: If you dare to hurt him even a little, I will commit suicide immediately. Once I die, someone will pass the news that I was forced to death by you to Emperor Ning. We will wait for you underground!

She said: If you want me to marry you willingly, unless you regard Brother Yi as the emperor, and if you cannot sacrifice for the one I love, then we will both die together!

She said: I am just a woman. I have no ambitions or great responsibilities in the world. There is only one man in my heart. I live for him and die for him!

She said:…

Those sentences, those sounds, each word was like a knife, and each stroke was deeply engraved on his heart. The blood that once dripped was now condensed into scabs. Every time he opened it, the pain still penetrated his bones.


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