The Evil Emperor is So Sultry

The radian of purple Mu Cheng's lips deepens. "After that, there will be no smoking house in the capital of northern LAN."

"When will it be cut?"

"Tomorrow."

"OK, I'll see it."

She's looking forward to it.

The last time I went to see the beheading was to see Tang Qing. Unfortunately, something went wrong.

I just hope that nothing will go wrong this time.

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Execution day.

Beheading, is still the Meridian Gate.

He is still emperor Yangou.

It was very hot. Emperor Yangou was wearing a heavy Dragon Robe. Even though it was made of ice silk, he still felt hot and sweating.

"Oh, it's so hot. It's so hot."

Emperor Yangou looked very upset. The little maid in the palace next to him was playing a fan all the time.

Unfortunately, this breeze can't satisfy him.

He simply grabbed the fan directly, and forced himself to fan, "hurry up, cut off your head! After that, I'll go back to the summer resort. "

Facts have proved that emperor Yangou can never stop.

Fatuous, is his pronoun.

This month, we have taken out the deserted summer resort and rebuilt it.

It costs a lot.

In particular, we built an underground ice store very close to the ground. The walls and pillars were all filled with ice. Melon and fruit drinks are all iced.

even to the extent that.

In the summer resort, the maid in waiting, the dancing dancer and the singing singer all wear gauze, which is very cool.

"Yes, your majesty --"

With that, the eunuch, who was waiting on him, held the eunuch in both hands and served the order.

The emperor Yangou took it out, impatiently, and threw it in the air.

The beheader drew a gorgeous arc in mid air, and then "pa Ta" fell on the side of the children of the tobacco family who were tied into zongzi and knelt in a row.

Kneeling in the center are yanrumeng and the owner of Yange.

Yan Rumeng was devastated during the competition, so now he was covered with blood, drooping, his head drooping, his face pale, his blood almost out of shape, and his throat overflowed with intermittent pain.

The owner of the tobacco Pavilion is not much better.

Because a mental blow is more painful than a physical one. This proud old guy has lost half of his self-esteem now. He is completely destroyed! Eyes without God, the soul is like being evacuated!

"Chop!"

The moment when the order of supervising and chopping fell to the ground.

With a shout.

Then, a whole row of executioners raised their long knives one after another, aimed at the heads under one after another, and cut them down fiercely!

One after another "Pooh" and "Pooh".

Blood spattered out.

Like a blooming blood rose.

There are hundreds of people in the family, all of them are connected, and half of the sky is dyed blood red.

Looking at this scene, ziqianmo was still expressionless.

In my heart, there are no waves or waves.

unfeeling?

She didn't feel it.

Now that he has become a mortal enemy with the tobacco family, he must be uprooted. If you are merciful, you will suffer in the future.

She doesn't have so much human compassion.

She only cares about the purple family.

It is her bounden duty to cut off her enemies for the purple family.

Before the main head of the smoke Pavilion landed on the ground, he felt an extremely cold and indifferent line of sight. Subconsciously, it was ziqianmo.

The smoke Pavilion master's heart trembled.