Chapter 1580: The faint lord is in the way: How many times do you want to assassinate? (64)

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Yue Taifu died. In such a solemn post-season ceremony, he died under the sword of Minnan.
In fact, even if Minnan does not kill him, he will not live for a long time.
Killing his daughter with his own hands, he can't live without it...
After Yue Taifu’s death, his influence in the DPRK began to become scattered.
Even if there are a few standing out against the back of the dust, it is not enough to change the change of any situation.
She is like this... inexplicably became the owner of the harem, his queen.
Even so, she still did not live in the mirror hall. After all, she doesn't like... that place.
"Then you live in the fierce palace for two days, and you will build a palace for you next to the Hall of Supreme Harmony." Minnan clothing looked at her, and the deep scorpion had a faint smile.
She was contemptuous and retorted: "That is the Golden Palace!"
Think of it this way, the murderous palace seems to be a long time ago.
Time seems to pass very quickly, unconsciously, the man put all the dust on the ground.
"I can transform the cold palace into a place where every seven days is lively and extraordinary. The world is probably only one of the dust." He raised his right hand slightly, and looked at her with a distressed and pampered look: "Working hard." ......"
Hard work has not been able to stand by her in a particularly overbearing way, to accompany her through all the moments of grievances.
But if you can choose, if you can come back, he will still make such a decision.
Protect her well, protect her and protect her.
At this moment, in such a Hall of Supreme Harmony, I heard what Dong Dongxue said. She couldn't help but feel that her eyes were red and she almost fell into tears.
There are grievances, loss, regrets...
But when she knew that she had these emotions, one person was more anxious than her, but she could only bear it silently.
As long as she thinks of such a Nannan clothes, she feels that she is a lucky person anyway.
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Eight days later, she hosted a funeral for Xiao Tian.
Millions of petals, in the front yard of the Golden Palace, became a 'sweet'.
This is the most special way she commemorates the most lovely person.
On this day, the Golden Palace did not open the door to do business, but many people came.
The people who come are those who used to take things away from Xiao Tian.
The candle swayed, and the air was filled with a sad smell.
Luo Dianchen knows that there are many people outside the door. Those who are usually talking, though sleazy and proud, have many people who are disgusting and good, to send her the last trip.
"咔嚓-"
The front door of the front yard was opened, and a winter candle was holding a candle in his hand and slowly came in.
The snow on the ground has gradually disappeared. I saw him in white, and in the bright moonlight, it seems a bit sad.
"It's really a cute girl." His low voice sounded and he slowly pulled it down.
"So..." Luo dusted his eyebrows and turned around. He said, "You are coming to worship Xiaotian, or another undead."
As soon as the voice fell, a cold wind blew, and the candle that placed the winter snow on the ground was blown out.
He only felt a stagnation in an instant, and looked at the incredible look of Luo: "It won't be true... there really is no soul!"
Luo turned his dust and turned around, looking at his scared face, could not help but laugh out loudly: "Of course."
"!" He looked around and looked at the ground and was extinguished. Some shuddered: "Why are you...not afraid..."