Unless my father dies, he will definitely come out.

Originally, he had never doubted his father's life or death, nor had he noticed anything unusual. It wasn't until he discovered Fang Fei's strange whereabouts that he began to become suspicious. Today, Fang has given up completely - his father is indeed dead.

At this moment, I really hope that my father is alive - alive and never dead.

How wonderful it would be if that were the case!

By yourself, you will never have any inappropriate thoughts.

Even though he was fiery, he was not despicable; no matter how suppressed he was during his father's lifetime, he never had the idea of ​​being a "mother". Everything was upright, noble and decent.

When did the change start?

Just like a potted flower, if its owner dies, it will wither when exposed to wind and sun.

Isn't it okay to take it over by yourself, take good care of it, and let it continue to bloom brilliantly?

What is the most sinful part of yourself?

He cried hoarsely.

In this life, I have never been so sad and hopeless.

"Your Majesty... please come back."

Like a soft-bodied animal, it has lost its last bit of strength and cannot be lifted up no matter what.

"Your Majesty, you are in poor health and have only recovered for a few days. It is not possible to continue like this. If you get sick again, it will be difficult..."

Life and death are nothing.

I'm going to kill it!

I'm going to kill it!

He suddenly jumped up, but his hands and feet were sore.

It is a kind of instinctive self-preservation. No, it cannot be broken by others, nor can it be broken by others. It cannot be cut out by others.

I can never wait, because waiting cannot wait for the savior. Only myself is my savior.

He rushed down the mountain.

At this time, the first snow on the mountain has fallen.

Light, sleet.

Luojia's bones were also broken.

All three lose.

The result of my pity for my son turned out to be a lose-lose situation for all three parties.

No one is intact.
Chapter completed!