Crazy Phoenix Royal Sky: Black Belly Little Devil Queen

Chapter 95 The Cruel Emperor 1
"Your Majesty, if you really love concubines, let me be your queen, okay? Otherwise, it means you don't love concubines!"

"Think what you want." She actually dared to speak to him in a semi-threatening tone, Li Chongye was disgusted, the comfort just now was his bottom line, this woman couldn't be satisfied!Li Chongye got up from the bed, there was a deep long mark on his bare back, he put on his clothes, and slammed the door out.

Seeing him walking out of the bedroom coldly, Wang Mingqing choked up in the quilt, wondering if he ever loved her?Does he understand love?
It was the first time she saw Li Chongye's eyes that disliked her so much, it was that green face!Wang Mingqing's nameless resentment was spilled on Qingyan, she must look good!
【Li Chongye】

At night, it gradually cooled in the chill wind and gradually spread in the pupils.

The pupils were dark black, with a kind of exhaustion penetrating into the bone marrow, and thus entered the eternal darkness.The joy of victory pervading his face was fleeting, like a mist that gradually faded away, and finally dissipated sadly.

The empty loneliness echoed all over the sky, and the sadness polished by the wind ached faintly when it passed through the heart.Sometimes I am really tired of the exhaustion and loneliness after victories again and again, and the killing tends to be numb.

Since I was a child, my father taught me what is the style of an emperor. If you don't kill others, you will be killed by others. Any victory is based on countless dead souls.I must know how to fight, even if my body is covered with bruises, I will continue to fight.

Even the given name is so resounding: Li Chongye!
There were deep and long wounds on his back, and a lot of blood flowed out, which was an eternal mark.Without freedom, demons accumulate little by little. As the years go by, years of killing have not healed the wounds in my heart.

The sadness of childhood was originally borne between the eyebrows, in the heart, and even in the dream.Ascend to the throne of the king, at this time, it is like a sword that is about to be released, and the sublimated sadness tears the wound deep like a torrent, and the blood flows from the wound to the whole body, drowning freedom!
Freedom is like the blue sky above your head, empty without any flaws, but far away and unreachable.

When I was ten years old, I remember flying a kite with a very cute little maid, romantic and joyful.Unfortunately, he ran into his father, who had a dull expression, broke the kite with his own hands, and even ordered the guards to stab the innocent little girl to death with a sword.

This hatred has no sleep, what I can do is to hold back my tears and accept that my father took the iron whip and left eternal scars on his back: "Remember, you are the future emperor of Beiping, and your mission is to make this country Become strong, and it will dominate the whole world!"

In the past, I always liked Dai on the quiet riverside, listening to the sound of running water, the four seasons cycle, everything changes, and the water flows continuously. It seems that there is never a time when you are tired and bored. Is it true that only people are bored?
He merged his life with the flowing water.I don't know if he can leave the glory that his country wants. Although the flower of life is in full bloom, but there is no flower meaning, only the smell of decadence. Can this kind of life be regarded as a real life?
It was too cold, the more resplendent and resplendent the empty palace was, the more frighteningly cold, he didn't even know the good and evil of human nature, a kind of fatigue had penetrated into the bone marrow, and the indifference carried a murderous aura.

(End of this chapter)