Novel Name : Descent of the Phoenix 13 Years Old Princess Consort

Descent of the Phoenix 13 Years Old Princess Consort Chapter 1853

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Chapter 1853

Up to now, there is not a descendant of the Naran royal family, who has passed on for thousands of years, but only a moon born outside.

This is my Naran sin.

This is my retribution after giving such an order.

I didn't heal you, but I brought you into a deeper abyss.

It's my fault, it's our fault. "

Not like hoarseness, but more like injury to the extreme, regret to the extreme of the crazy cry.

As soon as the king of Hades said this, he couldn't control it any more. He burst into tears.

Kneeling, they knelt heavily in the face of the island.

It's his fault, it's their fault.

If they told you from the beginning, maybe today is not today.

Now, he has chosen such a moment to tell the secret that has been suppressed for decades.

How many people will be injured and destroyed by the thunderbolt of giant.

He was afraid to think.

"Don't do that, Wang Zun." The head of the silver family, who was standing beside the king of Ming island, squatted down and wanted to help him.

But at the end of the day, instead of supporting the emperor, he knelt down deeply.

If it is said that the king of Hades and the priest are the masterminds.

He's an accomplice. He's kept the secret for so many years.

I'm sorry for everyone.

Ouyang Yufei looks at this scene, looks up and closes his eyes silently.

The autumn wind swept his black skirt.

In the place where no one saw it, two tears slowly flowed down, dropping dust.

The wind blows suddenly, but no one can feel any temperature.

A soft knee, even fly a kneel to sit on the ground.

A fist hit the ground hard, and his face was already extremely sad: "no No

How could it be like this? How could... "

"So it is, ha ha, so it is..."

After the stagnation, the patriarch of Ouyang suddenly laughed: "ha ha, it is so."

The black hair scattered in the crazy wind, and the patriarch Ouyang raised his head and laughed loudly: "ha ha, why? Why... "

In the laughter, the turbid old tears flew down.

Whose fault is it?

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