, a slight smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, then he stretched out his hand and took her into his arms, "The minister is afraid, the emperor does not want it."
Feng Aotian listened to his words, "It also depends on your performance."
Leng Qianye lowered his head, stared at her, and then pressed her lips together, sucking lightly, he was proving that he cared, and he was cautious, because once he got his heart, he wanted the best He gave her all the land, but he felt a little bit of inferiority in his heart.
Wu Yueguo, Ye Ziran dressed in a dragon robe and sat on the dragon chair. Today was the enthronement ceremony, the day he declared himself emperor.
There was majesty and the joy of victory in his eyes, and he was about to speak, but he felt a pain in his heart, and he spit out a mouthful of blood...
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