In the huge Hanyuan Palace, Song Chengye was hoarse.

It's clear that he's panicked to the extreme, but he still seems to be holding on.

Beneath that dejected and bleak face, the deep-set eye sockets were full of madness and ferocity.

Vaguely, it seemed that there was still some inevitable, gritted his teeth and said, "Your Majesty unjustly killed the minister today, the minister has no complaints, the king wants the minister to die, and the minister has to die." But the evil can't be left......

Chapter 143 of "The Lower Cousin", the only evil I have ever done is being hit by hand, please wait a moment,

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