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Male God, a Little Su - Chapter 393

Published at 13th of October 2021 09:32:35 AM


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At the age of 40, Heng Wang was in a trance by this suddenly smashed pie. He looked at Wen Yanqing in surprise and didn't know why to call him.

"You, why are you..."

"When did I say I wanted this seat?" Wen Yanqing smiled low. "I just hope you can be a Mingjun and don't learn from him."

The foolish king Heng looked at Wen Yanqing and Cheng De emperor.

All the dust settled.

The ministers knelt down one after another and congratulated in unison, "see the emperor! Long live my emperor!"

"Second son!" emperor Chengde placed his hope on King Heng and stared into his eyes.

Heng Wang, who has always been used to being ignored and humiliated, suddenly licked his lips and reacted. He clenched his fist, looked at Chengde emperor, smiled and asked, "father, do you remember how my mother died?"

In a word, block all the back roads of the German Emperor.

He fell down. All his life, he was sorry for everyone except himself.

In those years, imperial concubine Mu competed with the queen and framed the queen. Emperor Chengde wanted to suppress the Queen's mother family, so he took advantage of the situation, took her Phoenix seal and banned her from Weiyang palace.

Although she had the title of queen, the queen without real power survived under the power of imperial concubine mu. Finally, she was depressed and died.

Wen Yanqing's clothes were blown by the wind, and the cold wind hit his face like a knife.

He didn't know where his mask had been left. He narrowed his long and narrow eyes. The scar at the end of his eyes could not be seen clearly in the dim light.

Wherever he passed, all the soldiers would automatically make way for him.

Blood and bodies everywhere.

His mother died on that day, and her body disappeared in the fire. He wanted to collect the body, but he didn't know where to find it.

However, Wen Yanqing was also glad that the heavy snow could make the picture touched by his eyes less dazzling.

The boots stepped on the blood, and the snow-white figure gradually integrated with the snow all over the sky.

Step by step, through the vermilion palace wall.

Thin back, in the vast snow, like a lonely wandering soul, I don't know how to go home.

……

Su Yan sat from noon until dusk.

Mo Tan has fainted with pain, and the flesh of her whole arm has fallen off.

Another palace woman, Mo Yun, hurried in and attached it to imperial concubine mu.

"No news yet?" Mu Guifei frowned.

Su Yan smiled at the speech, which attracted the cold and fierce eyes of the imperial concubine mu.

"What are you laughing at?"

"I laugh at your innocence. Don't wait. I can tell you clearly that your son can't come back. Whether he succeeds in forcing the palace or not, he can't come back alive."

From the moment Su Yan saw imperial concubine mu, Su Yan knew that all her guesses were right.

The only thing I didn't expect was that her little childe was so smart that she not only wanted to kill the imperial concubine Mu and the sixth prince, but also let him bear a eternal curse before he died.

"Shut up!"

Imperial concubine Mu quickly got up and stared murderously at Su Yan. I was nervous and kept looking out.

"Mo Yun! Explore again!"

"No, let me tell you myself -"

Outside the door, a man's cold voice suddenly came.

The man who walked in slowly, dressed in white, looked like a picture.

On that face, a ferocious scar fell quietly on his side face. Half of the relegated immortals and half of the Luocha, his smile was compassionate, but his eyes were full of hostility.

Until I saw the woman sitting on the chair and looking at him with a smile, all the disguises were gentle into water in an instant.





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