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"Does the [Corpse Forest Master] know about this?"

"I'm afraid I know, but I don't have any news here."

"I hope they can go back to Demu or Longxia."

"I planted a mine where they were buried alive, and no one was going to find out the truth."

Shang Xiang said calmly, looking at his adopted son Junyi's amazing face, then smiled and asked.

"Why are you doing this, you are executing openly, and secretly asking me to dig it up and save her."

"Let her hate me for the rest of her life." The man's voice suddenly deepened a lot.

Shang Xiang, who was wearing a short leather jacket with a black baroque necklace around his white neck.

Kunta was very gloomy, with a three-dimensional silhouette, a few strands of slightly long hair hanging down, sweeping the decadent peerless handsome face, and the long eyelashes couldn't cover the concern in his eyes, and after sending away King's Landing love, he was extremely reluctant.

A self-deprecating smile appeared on the corner of Shang Xiang's mouth.

His adopted son fell in love with his daughter, but he made people worse, and the two went from lovers to hostile positions.

"Did you really give her up to be a soldier?" Shang Xiang lazily leaned on the white marble railing and asked Kun Tower.

"It's better to marry a soldier than to marry a drug dealer." Shangguang Kunta said indifferently, "You married a drug dealer, and you don't want your daughter to marry a drug dealer, do you?" ”

Shang Xiang was stunned for a moment, and then laughed, as if he had heard a very funny joke.

After laughing for a while, Shang Xiang took out a cigarette, handed it to Shang Guang, and lit it for him, "It doesn't matter, she doesn't recognize me, and I don't have anything to do with her." ”

Kunta lit a cigarette against the fire, took a deep breath, and said, "She used PMA to solidify your goods, and you didn't get angry, and you were willing to save her, which means that you still have this daughter in your heart." ”

"Probably. You also know that you still love her. Shang Xiang was interested and asked his adopted son, "The matter of the attack on the camp, kicking Nan Dusk, do you really believe that she didn't do it?" ”

"She said it wasn't her, it wouldn't be her." Shang Guang took a puff of his cigarette and exhaled the smoke.

In the smoke is the beautiful and immaculate face of King's Landing.

Kunta smiled, his little love, if he really killed Nan Dusk, he would only help her destroy the corpse.

Shang Xiang squinted with his delicate cat eyes, looking at the beautiful woman in the dressing room on the first floor, wearing a silver-white veil and spinning in front of the mirror.

"Are you sure she's doing the trouble?"

"Yes." Kunta is concise and to the point.

"So let's do it." Shang Xiang knew it.

The Lord of the Corpse Grove forced Kunta to sacrifice the High Priestess of King's Landing, how could Kunta agree.

Not only will they not agree, but they will also plan a wedding and carry out a major reshuffle of the Golden Triangle.

Shang Xiang asked, "Do you really want to plan a wedding?" And then get your hands dirty at the wedding? ”

"Yes." Shang Guang Kunta replied, took a puff of cigarette, and then looked at Nan Dusk, who was as beautiful as a dream elf and proud of the spring breeze below.

Kunta is a ruthless character, since the Lord of the Corpse Tuolin first threatened him with the 18 elders of the Golden Triangle and the leopard down the mountain, then he must not sit still and wait for the mountain tiger to die.

Kunta turned her gaze to Nan Twilight.

"After the wedding, send her to Manu City, and instead of Xiao Ai, let those cultivators deal with her."

Shang Xiang didn't speak, and raised his eyebrows.

Nan Twilight began to sing below, still immersed in the pride of defeating her rival in love, King's Landing fell in love to death, and she got Kunta.

But she couldn't imagine that Kunta left her and buried King's Landing Love, just to use her as a substitute for the dead.