Genius Maiden Transmigrates: The Empress of Weapons

Zero is still shaking his head to refuse.

She is not sick, and she does not need a doctor.

She just...just...can't accept it for a while.

Death, rebirth, like Huang Liang's dream, too late to think too much, already awake.

Countless thoughts floated through my mind, everything I saw in my eyes and the meticulous thinking in my brain kept fighting, the little hands hidden behind the skirt, tightly clasped in a circle, pointed with five fingers, embedded in the palm, burning pain. [

It’s okay, it’s always good to feel it, at least it can prove that all of this is real, not a dream.

She slowly calmed herself down.

Breathe deeply, breathe hard, and the hypoxic brain finally begins to accept the master's assignment and function normally.

The situation in front of me is already the worst. I'm wearing a strange world, and I am at a loss. The familiar things no longer exist. Everything needs to be explored again.

But at least she is still alive, there is a chance to be able to come again, and there is future and hope.

It was only after I died that I realized that the feeling of being able to breathe in and breathe air is so beautiful.

Losing everything, even though it is sad, compared with living, it seems that everything is worth it.

Close her eyes, quickly recover from the violent concussion, open her eyes again, and a dark purple eye wave circulates, "You don't need to pass the doctor, this palace is just a little dizzy sleeping, it is now better."

Her expression is less of the arrogance and arrogance of the past. When looking at people, the habitual height is up and the toes are gone, and only a little more indifferent out of thin air. The light of wisdom flashes in the beautiful eyes. At any time in the past, it must be bright and dazzling. Looking at it, Heyue was staring at it. It took a long time to think of Ying, and continued to hang his head, pretending to be busy and helping to organize the already perfect skirt.

The princess concubine just looked really noble. There were seven colors of light shining in from behind, which made the face of the alluring country all the more stunning. The words were beyond description.

He Xiang rubbed his eyes and looked up again, but they all disappeared.

The stunning beauty, sitting steadily in front of the dressing table, is no different than before, and is still her concubine.

"He Xiang, the emperor of Longguang Kingdom, what's the name?" Since he was the one to see in a while, it was necessary to have a rough understanding, otherwise the next drama could not be sung.

Now she could not care about the suspicion of this little maid.

He Xiang's face was horrified and pale, as she was a close-knit slave of the concubine, she did not dare to be a little slack, stood up tremblingly, and gently said against the root of the ear, "The emperor's name is Xuanyuanzun, Niang, you How can I forget this?"