When she died, I don’t know if it was dew or something, but a drop of cold water dripped on her body.

It was like the Queen Fuyao who had served her for the rest of her life and she left a tear for her.

In the third life, perhaps it was destined to be in the dark. The world was in chaos. The place where she lived was captured by the enemy's rebels. She was about to die under the iron hooves of the rebels. The wind was shaking. The Queen Fuyao descended from the sky and came with the light. The lonely city was filled with spring all night.

Queen Fuyao finally came for her.

She finally set up a golden statue for Empress Fuyao. On the night when the golden body was established, she looked at Empress Fuyao's statue with great happiness and joy. After a night, she hooked her body and crawled at the feet of the statue, and died in vain.

Until this life, somehow, she actually found Wang Xiaotai herself and volunteered to follow her, just to give her some effort.

Wang Xiaotai brought her with him.

The host and guest have changed their shapes in the banquet in front of the Daluo Palace.

The Xitang has become a slaughterhouse.

Countless black-robed priests entered the palace from all directions. Each of them had a dagger made of dragon scales in their hands. Without words or greetings, they penetrated hard into the heads of the dragon clan who were still intoxicated by the incense.

Thick dragon blood splattered into the wine glass, and the clear wine became turbid, swaying in the fire, and the color was as bright as blood.

Wang Xiaotai once asked God and Buddha for his every attempt to kill a dragon, but now in front of her is a nest of dragons.

A nest of dragons can no longer be transformed, and it is rare to have a weak dragon.

How to kill this nest of dragons?

Wang Xiaotai has been preparing for this for three hundred years.

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Happy June 1st to all students!
Chapter completed!