Chapter 811 (1/2)

And the palace is even more luxurious, full of wine and meat, singing and dancing, and music, which of those serious ministers is not a beauty at the moment? I was so drunk that I had no manners at all, and my ugliness was exposed.

The new emperor's Dragon Robe on the throne is majestic, wearing a gold crown, but no expression can be found on the excessively peerless face. It's frightfully cold. The beauties around are trembling, dare not surpass half a minute, dare not approach half a minute.

I'm afraid that his cold purple eyes will sweep over with murderous air, which is more terrible than death!

The new emperor is more gorgeous than any of the beauties in the banquet, but no one dare to look up and face his face. As long as you look up at his purple eyes, it means you are not far from death.

He leans lazily against the throne, and the magnificent Dragon Robe spreads at will, revealing his strong chest. A circle of white gauze is wrapped around his chest from his shoulder. The white gauze is soaked by black blood again.

That strange black blood, reflecting his purple eyes, has a particularly gorgeous feeling!

Wind even wing half closed eyes, pain... Why so long, or so painful? This heart, as if to gouge out, to stop the pain!

He is not a person who can't bear even a little pain. The key is that this kind of pain is extraordinary. It's so painful that he can't even compare his eyes in the middle of the night. As soon as he closes his eyes, the hateful ghost mask will emerge in his mind!

The wine glass was crushed immediately, just like the ghost mask in the mirage!

Qiong syrup spilled a ground, frightened the beauty next to him, inadvertently shouted a low voice, and made his eyebrows slightly frown. In the shadow behind him, a person suddenly appeared, pinched the beauty's neck, and slightly forced the beauty's neck to break!

Then the beauty whose neck was broken was quickly dragged away, and another beauty was pushed out and continued to serve with fear.