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Empress Fu Yao [Volume 2] (Completed)✔

Historical Fiction

The Sequel to Empress Fu Yao Volume 1 The archaeologist "red-haired witch" made too big of a disturbance while excavating tombs, gloriously becoming a martyr in the midst of the grave chamber's collapse. Seventeen years later, she had transmigrated...

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Painful Choice (Part 2)

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by SHIILISA

by SHIILISA

                                    
                                              The long, **** remnant passed through the crowd, and the voice was full of despair and helplessness. It was the despair and helplessness of the people who respected the worship and went to the road but they could do nothing; it was that the people who volunteered to go to the altar were unknown. The truth of the world bites the desperation and helplessness that hates oneself but can't explain it; that scream is fierce, like a wandering by the tribes and independent high cliffs.
                          The crowd passed over the noisy crowd, and was clearly passed into the ears of Meng Fu's shaking. She did not return her head and stepped forward in the direction. Finally, she stopped in front of the city gate and waved her hand to signal the monks to open the door.

                          The gates that closed for many days opened up. On the top of the tower, there were arrows flying down. The angry Hans defended the army and finally pointed their arrows at their main officials.

                          Meng Fu shakes his hand and picks up all the arrows. He breaks and throws it on the ground. The long arrow enters the ground and cuts a long mark on the ground.
                          She heads high, the sun shines over, is divided by the wide doorway, half bright and half dark, and Meng Fu shakes to stand in the black and white border.
                          She raised her head, lifted her foot, and took it lightly. When this step was taken, it would never be recovered. This step was taken. Maybe she would never return to Yaocheng. Even, she could not return to all the places she had lingered before, and those Those who promise to wait for her are destined to wait for no more results.
                          She tightened her lips, with a kind of almost self-abuse, which made the lips have a hot pain, but compared with the feeling of the heart, it was insignificant.
                          Then she lifted her foot and took it lightly and without hesitation.
                          Suddenly there was a big drink behind him.
                          "Shake--"
                          The smashing smashing of the strength of the seven slaps, such as the collision of the blood-colored iron leaf, whistling, slamming her way to the road has long been crumbling patience.
                          She finally burst into tears.