Chapter 111 A bouquet of flowers triggered war

A cold sweat came out of her forehead, and she looked at the temple at night and the pressing momentum of the sky. Her face was frosty, and her eyes were red. "Yesterday!" Yesterday was not the first time I did it. It was the first time the moon hit me. I don't believe you asked her.

At this moment, she had no arrogance at all. She wished she could describe herself as the poorest person so that she could be forgiven and sympathized by the man.

With a twist of the sword's eyebrows at night, the palace can move in full...