The Evil Emperor is So Sultry

"It's just funerary objects, not from the dead." "I can guarantee that no one will go through it," he explained

Su Jiujiu immediately said, "that's just as bad luck. It's not clean. "

"Candle nine Yin".... "

Now, I'm really out of temper.

find it hard to vindicate oneself.

Ziqianmo looked at the scene, with no expression on his face, but he was happy in his heart. Sure enough, no matter whether Xiaojiu has memory or not, the mode of getting along with zhujiuyin has never changed. Like happy enemies, they peck each other as soon as they meet.

That's it. Tens of thousands of years.

It's not finished yet.

At the beginning, there will be demons in the demon clan who are worried. Later, after a long time, everyone is used to it.

After all, you say that the parties are not in a hurry. What do they worry about.

"Take it away, no!"

"It's for you. You can handle it."

"Disgust!"

"If you don't like it, you lose it." Candle nine Yin also came to temper, face is not good-looking.

"Lose it, lose it!"

With that, Su Jiujiu really picked up the priceless white head, raised his hand and threw it directly outside the wall.

Ziqianmo pinches with one hand.

A lavender spiritual power, forming a string of silk shape, whirled in the air, rolled the flashy white head that was about to fly out of the wall, and pulled it back.

The clothes fell steadily in ziqianmo's right hand.

"No, give it to me."

"Xiao Zi, why do you want such a bad thing?" Su Jiujiu's face can't understand, "you can watch Qi, you can definitely see the bad luck above."

Purple fields shallow eyes micro flash, eyes close in the flashy white head condensed a second: "no bad luck."

Su Jiujiu (⊙ o ⊙)

Candle nine * * angle slightly Yang, with a natural evil: "look."

Su Jiujiu gritted her teeth and wanted to give the goods a paw.

Ziqianmo continued: "there is resentment."

Su Jiujiu: "ha ha ha!" I'll be as proud as I am.

The radian of the nine corners of the candle suddenly stiffened.

There's a feeling of being hit in the face.

A little unconvinced.

Candle nine Yin decided to ask after all: "what kind of resentment?"

Ziqianmo, a slender hand, gently rubs the gaudy white head and light red cloth, and slowly closes her eyes. Her spirit and soul are highly concentrated and empathetic.

The threads of resentment wrapped around the dress gradually gathered.

Around the hands of purple fields.

In the moment of encounter, ziqianmo's body was shocked, and a picture appeared in the depth of his brain——

A woman in a Golden Dragon Robe.

It looks like it's 30 or 40 years old. With a golden crown on his head, his face shows signs of aging.

It should be a queen.

[in my life, I have fought countless battles, occupied countless countries, and made outstanding contributions, which is enough to be famous in history. But the only regret is that there has never been a man who really loves me. I have been lonely since I was single. In my life, I will never have the chance to wear this flashy white head

With that, the shadow of the empress became lighter and lighter.

Until it dissipates.

There is no dissipation, only that pair of eyes full of resentment.

She did not get the love of men and women, no one can love each other to the white head, so, also began to produce a kind of distorted psychology, hoping that other people are as unhappy as her.