I actually knocked King Yan and my CP!

His fingers became limp, his consciousness collapsed, he passed out, and the smell of blood filled the hall.

Zhu Di rattled his palm as he pressed the dragon chair, his teeth trembled slightly, and all he could see in his eyes was blood.

The smell of blood poured into his lungs crazily, as if trying to pull out his indecision, and flung it on the palace in such a playful way.

Human life is as thin as paper, and people can't get enough of the bitter taste. They glance back in the hundreds of turns, and then laugh at the world: How much time do you think there is to squander?

"Wang Jinghong, pass on the imperial physician to Jinshen Hall!"

He cannot pass.

Zhu Di held onto the armrest tightly, suppressing the tyrannical impulse.

Can't pass.

Being exposed at this moment is not harmful to him, but it is a catastrophe for Yu Zixu!

The dragon's head was tightly held in the palm of the hand, and the smooth lines scratched the palm lines. The stinging pain made the emperor more clear, but also more crazy and dangerous.

Zheng He was a little nervous. He glanced at Mr. He who was being lifted up by Hou Xian and others and sent to Jinshen Hall, fearing that Long Live would lose control on the spot.

The smell of blood is so strong that I'm afraid it won't irritate Long Live's little problem, especially that person is Mr. He!

"Jing Qing, Lian Zining should be punished!"

The emperor's eyes were as sharp as a wild beast, and the deep voice fell into the ears of the courtiers, tough and indifferent, "I will execute it at the court!"

No matter how much blood Zixu shed, how many people would he want to repay with him!

Get it back a hundred times, a thousand times, ten thousand times.

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Shuanghuang opera appeared in the late Qing Dynasty. Zixu mentioned it here because he knew its meaning on the Internet from his peers.

Zixu: Impulse is the devil, I should call someone right!

Zhu Di: impulsive

Momo Zixu, Momo everyone, good morning.