Long Live the Wild Wife: The Black Bellied Evil King Against the Princess

"Or, I think it’s too cheap for her to die so cold. However, in order to show my mighty majesty, I decided to kill her." The old laughter continued to ring.

Feng Chu song listened to the voice of his ancestors, the eyes of the waves flowed -

Old ancestor, you are so proud, do you know your family?

Cold and cold-yang inflammation have already died. In order to prevent them from having any chance of resurrection, Feng Chuge took out the corpse water and completely destroyed their bodies.

From this moment on, there is no such thing as cold and cold sun in this world.

In the yard, the quiet piece was restored again.

Feng Chuge looked around and looked around. Finally, he smiled.

Two days later, Fengyuemen slammed the floating gate, and there was no floating door of the leader. Now it has already been a mess. Moreover, Fengyuemen has already annexed the Tianmen Gate. Today, the strength is very strong and completely difficult to resist, but it is short. One day, the entire floating gate was completely taken down.

Since ancient times, it has been defeated by the king. Today, the floating gate has to be returned to the Fengyue Gate.

Since then, Fengyuemen, thoroughly arrogant of the entire Promise, has become the most powerful existence in the Promise! !

......

At the end of the twelfth lunar month, the cold wind raged.

The belly of Feng Chuge is getting bigger and bigger.

She squatted on the chaise longue and squatted, and the emperor stayed with her.

Since the last bloodletting and reincarnation, the golden mark of the emperor’s dusty eyebrows has become more and more dazzling.

The golden totem was above his white face, but it made him more beautiful.

He sat on the side, holding one hand and looking at the woman in the chaise longue, and the thin lips faintly curved.

He also longs for the quiet years, eager to live with the old lady like this...

"Dust..." Just when the emperor thought that Fengchu song was already asleep, Fengchu song suddenly opened his eyes, and the four eyes were opposite. Both of them were smiling.

"what happened?"

Feng Chuge sat up from the wicker chair, and she went forward, wrapped her hand around the neck of the imperial dust, and leaned on the dusty arms of the emperor. "Dust, the matter of Fengyuemen is almost finished, let's go back to Yuntian."

"Alright." The Emperor did not hesitate to make any noise. "We are outside, it is long enough."

"It’s a pity that I thought that there would be gains in this infinite situation. I didn’t expect..." When I thought of Xuanyuan’s battle, Fengchu’s song could not help but squint, with a bit of regret in her tone.

Originally thought that I would find a close relative for the emperor, but I did not expect it to be completely counterproductive.

I am afraid that this time, the imperial dust has already broken the heart...

"Nothing, I have only seen Xuanyuan war." I noticed the thoughts of Fengchu song, and the emperor whispered softly.

"Well, then we will start tomorrow, and the Fengyue Gate has stabilized. We don't need us to work anymore."

"it is good."

However, just after they had planned everything, that night, several guards suddenly came in a hurry. "The doorkeeper! We have something to report!"

Feng Chuge has just finished packing things, is planning to bathe and rest, see them coming, put on clothes, "What?"

"The doorkeeper! We found this when we cleaned the door."

On the hand of the speaker, holding a picture.

"What is this?" Feng Chuge made some doubts and reached out to take the picture.

However, when she opened the picture and saw the portrait above, she was wide-eyed...