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Chapter 771 My wife is so handsome

In the face of the dilemma, most people have already panicked.

And Zhao Wujiang did not know why, there was no nervous and worried emotion, more of a kind of peace, some silence, a little calm.

He seems to really grow into a strong man who has collapsed in front of him without changing his face.

Under the hazy night, he looked up at the starry sky while drawing a rune, and there was a sense of absurdity in his heart.

Who is Zhao Wujiang?

Isn't he a fake eunuch?

Shouldn't it be the fake eunuch who is self -proud?

How did he reach this point now?

It seems that since he began to gain power, practice martial arts, and learn more and more broad things that he had never known before, he has come step by step to the present.

In fact, what he thought at the beginning was very simple, just to reach a high position step by step through power struggle, and finally become prime minister, win the empress, and reach the peak of his life, becoming a wealthy man with three or five wives, a group of children, and a lot of disciples.

That's it.

You can not keep up with the change.

But the world is unpredictable.

He could have been poverty, and he didn't have much sadness, and he lived in the world to collapse.

Maybe he didn't know anything. It really collapsed in the world. He only thought that Daxia was unfavorable and frequent natural disasters. This disaster was just a little bigger.

Everything will be fine, everything will pass.

It is just that he knows the truth now, and the ridiculous and cruel will happen to him.

Unless it is valuable, it can be taken away after the world collapses, otherwise people who are born in this world will die from this destruction.

And Zhao Wujiang, he is very valuable, and because he is too valuable, he has to die.

It sounds fuck.

But it is very real.

Some people died of innocent being affected, and some people died of guilty.

Who makes him full?

"well."

Zhao Wujiang looked up at the starry sky, and the starlight was in the eyes, and he sighed. He sighed.

Just sighing, and it didn't seem to be.

After painting the last cloud, he broke into his arms and went into his arms and walked towards the palace.

Wearing clothes, holding the lights, the pace is slow, and it is firm.

His back gradually integrated into the night, leaving only a hazy and dim light.

He seemed to have ignored something, and forgot what to do.

This incident was very important to him, but he was in trouble, and the authorities were fascinated.

Maybe when he is sober and understands, the world has collapsed.

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Back to the bedroom.

The emperor heard the light sound of the door pushed away from the dim and dizzy.

There is a touch of sillyness.

Zhao Wujiang Wen Run laughed at her, making her look more and more.

She rubbed her eyes again. Zhao Wujiang looked at it, and her figure was hazy. It seemed that there was a layer of arc light all over her body, and she looked like a piece of painting.

She remembered a interesting thing.

One day Zhao Wujiang had shared with her some things to share with her auction.

Tell her that Daxia Chinese Painting Painters, there is a craft, can unveil a pair of paintings and unveil the three layers. Each layer is almost the same, only the subtle but extremely important difference.

She had asked, but Zhao Wujiang sold a Guanzi, and did not tell her, and then there were many transactions. Both of this matter, she and Zhao Wujiang forgot.

What she didn't know was that what Zhao Wujiang wanted to tell her at the time was Zhao Wujiang's feelings of Fulin Xin.

The painting is unveiled.

The outside is on the surface, the first ink is contaminated, and the light is bright, like the appearance of a person.

The innermost one, the ink is weak, but it has been affected by ink stains for many years.

I have been hiding in the outermost painting paper. I do n’t have to see it on weekdays. Even if I see it, I see it as light as water. It seems to be a virtual shadow.

People are picturesque, a layer of skin, a layer of flesh and blood, and a layer of soul.

And Zhao Wujiang, Zhao Wujiang, is not Zhao Wujiang, not just Zhao Wujiang.
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