Chapter Eighty-Five: Life Is Not Good

The moment everyone saw the dying woman's glamorous beauty, they restrained their mad laughter, and their beautiful eyes were full of tenderness that had nowhere to be placed, however, a vicious line fell into people's hearts like a jewel falling into people's hearts: "No wonder you don't treat me well, it turns out that you are a cripple~" Li Jing was embarrassed: "Your Majesty, this, where is it?" Li Jing followed behind him, his hands flickering behind him, in fact, everyone in the room could see the staggering of his steps except himself.

At that moment, the father and son seemed to have a tacit understanding, and in front of everyone, they both fell into each other's arms.

The prince's deliberate stumbling finally worked, and the emperor actually touched the smooth and wooden prosthetic legs.

It is said that when the autopsy was conducted, it was found that this red and glamorous Miss Wen Si was a stone girl. So she must have taken a fancy to the prince, but the prince just didn't get along with her, and then hated because of love, and then killed people everywhere, killing to the good, and when she found out about this, she came to find the prince to reincarnate with her, and live happily together in the next life. "Drinking tea and eating, being chewed and eaten for a few months is eaten.

The prince was unexpectedly pushed to the ground by him, and the wet blood stains on the carpet made him tremble. Half a life of heroism, how can I be so embarrassed.

Anyway, there are rumors of all sorts of messes. His mind was full of Wen Wue's hand, and he felt that it was Shovel Moon using his son's hand to pass some news to him, so although Wen Wuai kept silent, the prince called for the sky and the earth, he felt that this was a phenomenon that should be when a ghost possessed him and pointed out the way.

As soon as I heard it

The three words "Peacock Feather", the emperor was immediately furious, he couldn't understand this thing, Peacock Ling made everything so that there was no half of the timing.

"You mean that Miss Wensi?" To a certain extent, copper plates are used for counting. All Wen Wuai needs is for the prince to weaken, and that's fine.

"Isn't it? Why did you kill the prince when she was her? "Don't think about it. 23.224.255.55,23.224.255.55; 0; pc; 4; He believed in the grinding iron literature, and subconsciously pushed the person in front of him, full of disgust in that push.

He believed it, and subconsciously pushed the person in front of him, full of disgust in that push. But his voice was quickly cut off by Wen Wu'e: "Of course this is not your leg, this is Xianhou Wuji's prosthetic leg." You just didn't expect that Xianhou Wuji's legs would be a pair of prosthetic legs, and you can't get them back by yourself. ”