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138. Chapter 138 When it's time to fall down, it's time to fall down 【4】

The eyebrows are like paintings, the eyes are like ink, and the outline of the facial features is like an outline of a very beautiful style - but it is not a woman, but a beautiful boy.

Everyone knows that Emperor Ling Zhe and Xiao of the Great Shen Dynasty love men. He has been ruthless and cruel for ten years since he came to the throne, causing the peaceful and prosperous age that had been maintained for hundreds of years to fall into turmoil. However, no one dared to question him because of his cruel methods.

He loved child molestation and was disdainful of women. He had not yet established a concubine, and all the harems were men. Such a Ling Zhexiao echoed the Southern Jin Dynasty's empress' preference for beautiful young men.

But after everyone compared it, they discovered that at least the orientation of the Southern Jin Dynasty empress was normal...

"Beauty, are you afraid of me?" Ling Zhexiao opened his mouth and bit the earlobe of the beautiful young man. There was an evil intention that could not be hidden in his purple eyes. He was extremely noble but had a frightening cool temperament.

The beautiful young man who had just been favored didn't know the depth of it. He grabbed the black dragon robe in front of him and said tremblingly: "I'm afraid..."

One should have reverence for the emperor.

But Ling Zhexiao's eyes turned cold for a moment. He suddenly grabbed the young man's long satin hair, and while he was still dazed, he threw the couch off hard.

The boy let out a scream and hit the pillar, his head badly bruised and bleeding.

The beautiful young man who just moments ago was so handsome was lying on the ground, dying.

"I don't like idiots." Ling Zhexiao repeated, his purple eyes swept over the beautiful young man whose face was covered with blood, and a faint sneer appeared on his lips: "If you are even remotely similar to him, I will keep you, but you are an idiot.

, and he is not, since you can’t learn from him, I will kill you.”

"Your Majesty... Your Majesty, please spare my life..."

The beautiful young man endured the severe pain and begged miserably for mercy. In return, Ling Zhexiao smiled coldly, "He never begs for mercy. Even if he dies, he will not beg anyone for mercy."

After saying that, he waved his hand, and the golden cup shot through the air at his fingertips, hitting the young man's heart with a force that no one could match.

puff--

The young man vomited blood, his heart pulse was severed, his eyes were blank, and he was not breathing.

All this was just a few words, but it cost a person's life. The close guards who knew Ling Zhexiao were accustomed to this. They had been with Ling Zhexiao for many years and knew that Ling Zhexiao loved masculinity, especially elegant and delicate young men.

As long as he likes her, no matter what her status is, he will take her back to the palace.

Then, without exception, they all ended up being killed by him.

The golden palace was filled with the smell of blood. Ling Zhexiao closed his eyes and said calmly: "Bixiao, send him back to Qian Moju and let Hua Qianmo save him."

"Yes." Lifting up the stretcher, they didn't ask why Ling Zhexiao changed his mind, they only knew how to execute it.

"Go and check on Yan Junqing." Behind them, Xie Ya's voice came into their ears. They felt puzzled. Yan Junqing was famous all over the world, but Ling Zhexiao was not interested in him at all, and he never paid attention to the appearance of the enemy country. Why today...



Doubtful, but without asking, they nodded and quickly disappeared with Bixiao.

The golden palace was dark and strange, with a warm corpse still lying on the ground. On the soft couch, Emperor Shen smiled - his thin lips curved, and his purple eyes looked at the face of the beautiful young man on the ground.

In Huaqian Mo, it is really strange that someone who "he" once protected with his life would take Bixiao in because of a letter from the enemy's prime minister.

After ten years of searching, he could not let go of any clues. He firmly believed that "he" must still be alive!

The dim light flickered, and he narrowed his eyes cruelly, his purple eyes faint.
Chapter completed!
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