Black and purple blood continued to gush out of Emperor Jingrun's wound, but it was far less than the first time, when the blood gushed out.

Looking at the dragon collapse full of water and blood in front of him, the dagger in his hand fell to the ground as if he couldn't hold it, and the empty hall echoed with a "clang" sound repeatedly.

When Concubine Zhao heard the sound, she saw a mess, Emperor Jingrun fainted, her fingers were attached to Emperor Jingrun's nose, she couldn't feel any breathing, and she put her hand on her neck, and she couldn't feel her heartbeat.

He died, at the hands of his own daughter.

If he doesn't have that much ambition, if he doesn't have that much desire......

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