Ion Xuan smiled awe-inspiringly, took a step forward, and met his eyes aggressively, with a disdain in his eyes.

"Actually, I have no interest in this so-called throne at all, but it is the will of God...... I can't ...... either."

His words made Li Zhenrong's pupils shrink significantly, and his breathing was instantly urgent.

It's obvious that it's cheap and good.

For people who dream of getting the supreme power, there is a meaning of naked, naked, and naked slapping in the face?

The supreme world at his fingertips was so disdainful of what he said.

If you're not interested, why didn't you pat your ass and leave?

If you're not interested, why don't you raise your arms and leave?

obviously earns all the benefits, but he still has to pretend to be b and shout that the flesh hurts and suffers.

Can you stop pretending to be like that?

"Wow......" Someone in the hall suddenly exclaimed, followed by an exclamation.

"Oh my God......"

"Who is this......"

Li Zhenrong subconsciously looked behind Ion Xuan, his eyes were empty in an instant, and he was fixed there motionlessly.

Ion Xuanxin suddenly beat lightly, and slowly turned his head to look.

I saw that at the gate of the palace, Ziye was dressed in white, fluttering like a shock, and came quietly.

Delicate skin, warm as jade, moist with jade-colored luster, deep black eyes, rippling, like a moonlit night on the autumn lake, charming and intoxicating, Qiong nose and red lips, outlining the perfect charm arc, beautiful but not demonic, glamorous but not vulgar, elegant and dusty, stunning flawless.

The ink-like green silk is scattered behind him, silky and seductive, and the blood-colored coral branches are embellished on the back of the head, making the slender and bewitching figure even more provocative.

A white dress, embroidered with a large peony with a crescent white silk thread, elegant, revealing a rich and dignified, swaying skirt, with a blue silk thread embroidered with a few pieces of auspicious clouds, lotus steps move lightly, as if walking in the clouds, gestures like the wind blowing willows graceful and moving, swaying.

Ion Xuan's lips hooked up an elegant smile, raised his hand and stuffed the jade cup in his hand to Li Zhenrong, and slowly walked towards the purple night.

Li Zhenrong woke up instantly, subconsciously looked at the jade cup in his hand, and when he looked at Ziye, he suddenly wanted to drop the jade cup in his hand.

This woman turned out to be the purple night that Ion Xuan brought outside.

In his understanding, Ion Xuan is a vulgar girl who has seen a lot outside, and when he finds a woman casually, he thinks it is Tianzi and the country.

In fact, in the final analysis, it is a rotten cabbage gang.

But he didn't think about it, he really found a woman like an orchid in the hollow valley, with a smile and a smile, like a fairy.

Zi Ye's lips flapped, blurred a graceful smile, raised his hand to meet Ion Xuan, clasped his ten fingers, and stepped forward.

"I've seen the Emperor ......"

When her eyes rose, she saw the bewitching woman beside Li Wuwu.

Although her lips were lightly pursed and she was smiling, there was an indelible jealousy in those dark eyes.

She should be the queen I saw last night, Fang Zhiyan.

At the first glance of Ziye, a thought instantly rose in Fang Zhiyan's heart.

As long as this woman does not die, there will definitely be no other woman in Ion Xuan's heart.

Even though she is unwilling and jealous, it is undeniable that her appearance is inferior to Ziye, whether it is the noble temperament in her bones or her appearance.

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