Rebirth: Degenerate Slave Abuses Tyrant

Luo Wei looked at the palace in front of her eyes. This is the Changming Hall. But why is he just a wandering soul now? Was he still killed by six percent? He remembers that defending himself saved himself. Is it just an illusion before his death?

Walking in a palace, he was just a glimpse of the soul, floating in the air, passing through the wall, no one can see him, of course, he can not let people know their existence.

In the bedroom of the Emperor Xingwu, Ning Fei was next to the dragon couch, and the dragon lying on the dragon couch was Long Xuan.

Luo Wei was shocked. He has worked hard like this, but the result is still the same? Long Xuan will become an emperor, and his family are still unable to escape? Luo Wei hung in the sky above Long Xuan, only to find that Long Xuan noodles are as dying and dying.

"Your Majesty," Ning Fei’s voice was clearly crying. "You still drink medicine!"

The sound of "Zi Zhou" Long Xuan is weak, and his breath can't keep up.

"Your Majesty!"

"The prince is young, and he still has to work hard in the future."

"Your Majesty," Ning Fei picked up the medicine on the short side of the body. "Take a drink, I beg you!"

Long Xuan only shook his head. "Why useless things, why should you drink again?"

Ning Fei’s hand trembled, and the hot potion poured a little into his hand. The man was unaware.

Long Xuan looked at his own sky and almost let Luo Wei suspect that this person could see him. He just thought about hiding, but he heard Long Xuan said: "Rovi has been away for a year."

"Your Majesty!" Ning Fei’s voice suddenly became bigger. "You should stop talking."

Long Xuan does not look at Ning Fei, as if he is talking to himself: "Do you know why you are so to him? When everyone in the world goes to please Longyu, only he is single-minded and good. But he has no talent. De, I can't match a finger in the boat, oh..., how can you look at such a person? Then I wanted to completely ruin this person, maybe everything is over."

Luo Wei is stunned.

Long Xuan looked at Ning Fei. "But he just can't forget him! Even if he is already the dirtiest person in the world, the lowest person, he still thinks about him. Do you know why you have to dig his eyes? Because He couldn’t see the past in his eyes. In his eyes, except hate is hate, nothing is left. He Luowei’s ancestors forgot his ancestors, he did everything for his sake, and his ancestors forgot. You are ungrateful and guilty. They are all sinners."

Ning Fei couldn’t listen any more, and said: "Don’t mention the past."

"Don't mention?" Long Xuan laughed. "How can you not mention it? You love him! You are a madman, a madman!" Long Xuan's tears drip on the pillow towel, "Crazy!"

Rowe left, he would rather never come here.

The street was quiet, the snow fell quietly, and there was no such silence in the memory of Rowe. Rowe stood under the eaves of a house, and there was a pedestrian walking past him, leaving a trace of footprints on the snow. It was not long before the snow covered the footprints.

After the sunset, a death knell came out of the palace.

Dragon Xuan is dead.

The whole country is sad.

Luo Wei stood under the eaves and didn't think about anything. He just stood. Looking at the threshold of every household, there is a white plaque. The monks who watched the Huguo Temple hurried past him, and they rushed to the palace to chanting the lost emperors. Looking at the lively streets, because of the death of Long Xuan, it became a depression between the night.

Seven days later, the new emperor sent his father to the palace to bury the emperor.

Luo Wei saw the words of Xie, saw Liu Shuangshi, saw Zheng Jingfeng, and saw the Manchu culture of the Emperor Pingzhang.

Ning Fei stayed with the new emperor, only seven days, Ning Fei was old, and the two had actually been white.

Luo Wei looked at the huge embarrassment, and Long Xuan actually lived only a year longer than him. Long Xuan said yes, he is a monk, and he is a madman. Ning Fei is really pitiful, actually fell in love with such a madman, this madman also told him before death that he loves a monk, but does not love him, even if they have a skin kiss.

The snow is getting more and more violent, which makes Luo Wei think of the snow that he died when he was dead. Is this just a coincidence, or is it a destined ending? Rowe wants to cry, but no tears can flow.

A piece of soul-stricken scorpion was blown all the way down to the foot of Rowe.

Ning Fei’s gaze also fell to the eaves with this spirit, where the people who were off the line were scattered, as if they were standing in the place where the soul was falling. Ning Fei’s fierce embarrassment almost fell to the ground, why is Luo Wei here?

"General," he was busy with his colleagues to help Ning Fei.

Ning Fei only hurriedly looked up to see the point of view of the line of sight. Only the piece of the sorrowful sorrow was lying there, no Luo Wei, no figure. Ning Fei looked at the front, and his eyes were old and sad.

"Let's go find Luo Wei," Long Xuan's last words are, "I'm afraid he doesn't want to see me again."

Ning Fei never knew what Long Xuan was thinking, and rou\'t 一次 一次 一次 一次 一次 一次 一次 一次 一次 一次 一次 一次 一次 一次 一次 一次 一次 一次 一次 一次 一次 一次 一次 一次 一次 一次 一次 一次 一次 一次Ning Fei has never understood Luo Wei, why would he fall in love with Long Xuan? Fall in love with someone who has never been good to yourself and give up everything. Perhaps this is just the matter of Long Xuan and Luo Wei. He is a foreigner, a thoroughly outsider.

"General?" The new emperor also stopped.

"Your Majesty, the court is rude," Ning Fei was busy bowing his head.

"Let's go," the new emperor also looked at the eaves. It was just an ordinary house, empty and empty, and only one piece of soul was lying there alone.

Ning Fei only said that he was wrong, how would Luo Wei come? To send the emperor the last trip? Ning Fei finally took a look at the eaves, and the flag of the soul has been swept away by the wind. Rovi will not come, how can he forgive after such abandonment?

"How many crazy children in the world," the national teacher who finally walked the funeral team whispered at the moment: "I don't know that Huiji will hurt, and love is deep and shallow!"

The monks next to "Master?" are puzzled. The emperor’s new mourning, why did the national teacher who opened the eyes of the eye say such a thing?

"The deceased has gone, it is better to return!" There is mercy in the eyes of the national teacher, and the head looks at the sky, a long sigh.

Why not return? Rovi looks at the sky between heaven and earth. Where is his return?

The chanting sounds, and the thoughtful person listens carefully, but it is a curse. The emperor of a generation has passed away, and the soul belongs to the Xiachuan Imperial Tomb. Why is this so-called curse?

The dragon's shackles and the funeral team gradually drifted away until they disappeared.

The people on both sides of the street who were carrying off the line also slowly dispersed.

The street once again restored its silence.

The snow was just full of messy footprints, and after a while it was flattened by new snow.