Divine Genius Healer, Abandoned Woman: Demonic Tyrant in Love with a Mad Little Consort

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actually shed tears.

Ao Shuang's eye circles also began to turn red.

No sorrow, no anger, no pain.

But it is such a arrogant cold, it seems that the most let them let the heart.

"What day are you crying and sulking?"

"No crying!"

Jun Aohan waved his hand.

"She doesn't like people crying at all. Seeing you like this, I will blow you all away!"

In his mind, the leaves and greens slowly appeared on the waist, and they were arrogant.

When she usually sees her, she always looks like a brow.

It seems that there is no heavy heart.

Only in front of her, she seems to be able to let go of all the burdens.

Cozy, indulgent...

He is happy to be her harbor.

However, now he has no chance...

"You, all come up to pay homage to the king of a bar. And, your king."

After that, he moved to a chair and sat directly on the side of the coffin.

There is a jar of wine around.

Proud wind is the first to come up.

He picked up the wine bowl.

"I wish the master and Wang Hao, a hundred years of good."

After he finished, he drank it.

Jun Ao Han also drank the wine in the bowl.

Ao Frost came up.

She choked and said, "May the master last forever."

"Ok."

Jun Aohan once again drank.

......

All the black clothes are dark, and they come over and give to the priests toast.

Everyone says a word of blessing.

Jun proud cold wine to the cup dry.

Not too long, the three great altar wines have been cleaned by him.

However, his pair of scorpions are still very clear.

"Oh... you all retreat. Let the king, stay quiet with her for a while."

Everyone has stepped back.

In the empty lobby, there is still a little arrogant.

There is also a coffin around him.

A huge dragon and phoenix candle like a thick arm, burning constantly, making a "squeaky" sound.

A strip of red silk, tied with a ribbon, reflects all the joy here.

In the happy Xitang Hall, there is a man wearing a big red dress, and... a black coffin that is also red silk.

There is no more strange thing in the world than this.

Jun Aohan is not at all concerned

He sat directly on the ground, patted the coffin with one hand.

"I didn't expect it? You went around and finally married the king."

"This king has said long ago that whether you are alive or dead, you are always the king of the king. At that time, you still don't believe it?"

"Is this letter?"

He spoke on the edge of the coffin.

It seems that I have to say the same thing in my life.

"I knew that the king should hold you close to you when you first met you. You will be right if you don't let go."

"The old saying goes, don't fight for three days, go to the house to expose the tile, I see, you just owe it, right?"

"I have long been at ease in the palace, and as the wife of the king, isn't there so much?"

"Because you love to do so many tricks, if you stay with the king honestly, now, are you still alive and well?"

He said upside down.

Sometimes, even my own words are repeated, and I have not found them.

"Fortunately, you finally returned to the king. The king has said that in this life, you will always be the king of the king."

"Now, the king will firmly tie you to the king."