The Legend of the Ghost Concubine

He was crushed by heavy sin and didn't want to live.

"The father's body has been very good, how can it be tired, and the children of the court let Wen Tai doctor..."

Lin Tianhuang once again interrupted the words of Long Liu: "Six children, the father wants to accompany your uncle, and the father is afraid that he is lonely."

Said, the emperor spit out black blood.

Coughing, emotional, and ups and downs in the chest.

Long Six exclaimed: "Father of the Emperor..." turned to look at the dragon nine around him: "Nine brothers, give the father the pulse?"

Long Jiu did not speak, and he grabbed the Emperor’s arm and took the pulse.

The pulse is chaotic, and the disease is not a disease.

Long Jiuyi pressed the Emperor's chest and felt the undulating heart.

It was difficult for the Emperor of Heaven to conceal his inner regrets, and a black blood spurted out.

"Retribution is a retribution, and you have to redeem your sins." Lin Tianhuang grabbed his chest with one hand and exhaled.

"Father, don't talk nonsense, keep calm." Long Six comforted, and gave the Emperor Shun in one hand.

"German father, you want to declare the purpose", the Emperor of Heaven is trying to squeeze out a sentence.

Degong went to the bed of the Emperor of Heaven and respected the dagger. Waiting for the purpose of the Emperor.

"Hey announced that he would pass the throne to the six princes, how should the prince be disposed of and handed over to the six princes..."

Lin Tianhuang was bent on his death and vomited his blood again.

There is a slight fluctuation in the dragon's nephew.

Before the Emperor’s death, Shuangyu had been staring at Longji, and there was a strong desire in his eyes.

He hopes that Long Jiu can say that the father is not dead, I forgive you.

Unfortunately, the moment he closed his eyes. Still can't wait for this sentence.

Long Liu and De Gonggong were shocked.

"Father of the Emperor..." "The Emperor..."

At that moment, the chilly heart of Longjiu finally had fluctuations.

Long Jiu looked up and looked at the outside of the hall.

It was a downpour in an instant.

Is God all the plight of this deep palace?

The father who has always hated him died. The Queen of the Queen was given a death.

He should be happy, but no, Long Jiu’s heart is gloomy to the extreme.

The sudden death of Emperor Linan caused the entire palace to fall into deep sorrow.

Overnight, the empress, the emperor, all passed away.

The rain is heavy, and it keeps going.

I felt a gloom in the atmosphere of sadness.

As soon as the news came out, the entire dynasty was guilty, the palace was devoid, the border was in chaos, the dynasty was at stake, and the war was at any time.

Many older generations of people sigh that it is retribution. Lin Tianhuang killed the revenge of the Dragon and the God of War.

The people finally know how important Long Kun God of War is to the Dynasty.

Only the people who have experienced the war in the older generation know. The Dragon and the War God is the one who can truly protect the dynasty.

I can only sigh a pity.

Nine Wangfu.

Long Jiu stood in the cloister and looked at the plum blossom forest.

There are tears in the sky, and the rain keeps going.

The rain is getting bigger and bigger, and the mood of Longjiu is more and more gloomy.

All the emperors, the nobles and nobles, were silent in the palace, and he returned.

All this is clearly the result he wants, but his mood is even heavier.

Feilin walked behind the dragon nine. The dagger said: "Aji, this is finally going to end."

Long Jiu’s hands were behind him and he took a look at the deep palace.

Yeah, the **** people are dead.

The revenge plan is completely completed. Why is he not happy?

"The emperor passed the throne to the dragon six, and the uncle worried that the dragon six would thoroughly check the nine kings."

Feilin did not forget that when the dragon came to the Nine Kings, the moment was with the guise of inquiry.

Dragon Six is ​​the most dangerous person. So far, Dragon Six is ​​their biggest enemy.

"Dragon Sixth, the first thing to deal with must be the mess that the man threw him." Long Jiu sneered: "The problem of the border is enough for him to have a headache, and there is still a mind to control the nine kings? Uncle, I think this Beaten up, I want the ignorant people of the dynasty to bury the Emperor..."

The man is dead, he is not sad, and he is not happy.

If more people are buried, maybe he will feel happy?

Feilin sighed: "Ajiu, when is the time to report, for so many years, Qiu also reported, it is also time to let go of hatred, really live for yourself, Mei Lan Niangniang hopes that you can live happily."

happy?

Long Jiu looked at the pouring rain, he never knew what happiness was.

Feng Yuer and Chen Auntie rushed into the cloister from the outside of another path with a bucket full of clothes.

Feng Xiaoer was soaked, carrying a wooden bucket and wiping the rain on his face. He whispered: "Hey, is this dynasty's sky changing? The moment is still good, the next moment is heavy rain. Is it really like what the people said, is the soul of God of War crying?"

"Auntie, don't talk nonsense, the emperor just crashed. If you say these words, if you let the people in the palace hear it, ten heads are not enough."

Feng Yuer’s shoulders without fear: “The Queen of the Queen and the Emperor are both dead and dead. I don’t feel sympathy for them anymore. They are dead. I think it’s retribution. Who made the emperor have no eyes, and killed the loyalty. Hey, if you start to fight, those ignorant people know how important Long Kun is..."

Chen Auntie quickly put down the barrel to hold the mouth of Feng Xiaoer: "My Missy, take care of the mouth."

"Oh, Da Niang is relieved, the Nine Kings Palace is not a palace, and the dog emperor is alive. It is a bad time for our prince. He is a deserved one. Who let him have a blind eye and kill the **** of war? Not to mention the venomous woman of the Queen." When the bad things were done, when she ruined my face, I warned her that now the retribution is really coming, oh, it’s a big heart."

Chen Auntie glanced at the ugly face of Feng Xiaoer and sighed and asked: "Auntie, do you regret it? For love, self-destructive face?"

Feng Yu's tone is firm: "I don't regret it. The only thing I regret is that I spend too little time with him. However, although it is short-lived, it is very sweet. Every time I think about it, I feel that I have a good aftertaste."

Chen Auntie chuckled: "Is the endless aftertaste? Do you think that Wang Ye is a gourmet?"

Feng Xiaoer twisted her neck and shook her neck. A palm patted it on Chen Auntie's shoulder. She said, "Oh, aunt, you dare to make fun of me. I don't know what it is like to eat."

"You dare to have a color on the prince, you are so courageous."

"I just talked about it. How can I have that courage?"

The cold air of Long Jiu, the indifferentness of the stranger, the blink of the eye, let Feng Xiaoer remember deeply. Every time I think about it, I feel scared.

The sound gradually disappeared.

Dragon nine condensed, watching Feng Xiaoer disappear into the corridor.

Because the clothes are soaked, the back of the phoenix's wonderful man looks more sturdy and fascinating.

Long Jiu felt that the throat was tight, and the bottom of his heart rose inexplicably. Even the blood began to burn unconsciously.