Dragon Ancestor, We Must Save

After twisting the gauze a few times, Yan Ce said coldly.

"Directly point to your order."

"Based on the destiny, I will strip you of your existence."

The gauze twisted into a strand in the hand is also the concept of rope.

Since it is a rope——

"Clam???"

She tilted her head inexplicably, the princess couldn't figure out what the boy was beeping, she stretched out her toe and poked his stomach curiously, and jokingly said: "Are you going to lick my feet? I haven't washed them since last night until tonight. Super fresh and original flavor."

"..."

The boy looked up.

The dark pupils seem to contain a terrifying color, like the only light source in the dark.

"Hey, I warn—"

The Queen's voice did not finish.

The blood rope passed through the princess's armpit, lower abdomen, waist... sublimated into an admirable skill at an extreme speed, inherited from Shaoyun's world-leading skill.

At the moment when the princess didn't respond, it was like an afterimage passing by, and the restraint was completed.

The next moment, the boy clapped his hands.

In a certain krypton gold mobile game, his skills should be exceptionally high.

Assassin at the crown of Yan.

Shaoyun orders Yan policy.

"Boom!"

The pretty princess opened her golden pupils wide and fell down in response to the sound, lying down on the table to be slaughtered, her mouth was stuffed with a short and thick jug, and the unknown liquid mixed with saliva dripped from the corner of her mouth on the table, looking very sad. Kind of cute.

"Reflect on yourself."

Yu Yin fell, leaving only a handsome back.

Step out of the warm pavilion.

Unknowingly, the sky has dawned, and the night has become somewhat gray.

Wang Jian next door has already left, but he left the map that symbolizes the end of his military god in Yan Ce's room. The meaning is unclear, whether it is simply forgotten, or the inheritance of responsibility. If there is no such a lot of homework, he will be even more moved up.

Another sleepless night.

He strolled along the inner court path, and walked outside the palace habitually, while the maids were even more accustomed to Yan Ce who ran towards King Qin every day, saluted slightly, and did not stop him at all, because they couldn't stop him either.

The young man walked into the palace lightly, saving even the effort of reporting.

The woman with the world in her heart rested her chin, her pupils were narrowed, leaving only a gap. Although her appearance was beautiful, she was exhausted.

It seems to be taking a nap, but several copies of the bamboo slips of cutting Wei are full of detailed annotations.

Yan Ce just wanted to say hello, but finally restrained himself.

Her breathing was even and soothing, as if she had just fallen asleep.

The young man didn't try to hug Wang to the bed, as the woman would wake up with a start whenever he touched it. Instead of destroying her sleep, it's better to let her rest on the desk for a while.

Open the window to dissipate the stuffy air, roll up the completed letters and put them away in order...

Ying Zheng turned around in an undetectable arc, the gap between the eyes opened a little, and in an instant, the woman closed her eyes again, lying on the desk and continued to sleep, ignoring the child who was slowly approaching her. .

Chapter 130 Four Princess Congliang Plan (3)

The woman squinted her eyes, quietly crouching in front of the desk.

The lonely and desolate royal court is now a little more lively.

The scenery of blooming flowers in midsummer is just like every year when they bloom on time, but it is slightly different.

The dawn of dawn has come, and Ying Zheng, with a bit of sleepiness, is half asleep and half awake, depicting the appearance of a dream.

The illusory dream is so solid that it is within reach.

The lingering sound of the wind flowed through the window, lifting the black hair.

A color like the darkness of night.

The dream is like a drunken hallucination, which cannot be seen clearly.

The sun and the moon alternate, the vicissitudes of the sea, the blurred figures pass by, everyone is happy in this prosperous age, she smiled contentedly, and walked to the battlefield, the court, and the future.

What you ask for but can't get, is coming to an end in this generation, together with the fate that has been entangled for a hundred years.

In the dream, the ancient city decays and regenerates in accelerated time.She gradually drifted away, walked to the other end of the hazy shadow, overlooked the world, washed away the love of her children, and what remained was the magnificence of swallowing mountains and rivers.

In reality, she tolerated the sensitive Yan Ce, tolerated the secret works of various countries buried in the court, and even tolerated the unidentified suspected princess...shattered the countless empty fantasies of the countries, defeated the stubborn weak, and with one A sword with a handle dares to make Kyushu no longer turbulent.

The intersection of dream and reality, the king who claims to be the last descendant of the previous era pushes the children to the next era that has not yet come.

The next generation to inherit the hegemony...