Fierce Concubine: Reborn as a Vicious Queen

It hurts, she is almost dead! Everything around her slowly becomes blurred, and her soul seems to have quickly escaped into the eighteen levels of hell, enduring purgatory and torture.

She's going to die again.

This time, I can't live anymore!

But--

No, she suddenly woke up. She couldn't die, she must not die. There were still major things in the prime minister's mansion. The prince had not ascended the throne yet. She wanted to go back, so she could not die just like this.

Su Yueming, what are you afraid of?

In the previous life, you suffered the pain of the world's extreme punishment of destroying your face, taking a caesarean section, cutting a child into a human stick, and digging out your eyes. What is this little bit of flesh and blood pain?

If Murong Canghai treats you like this, if he can feel the pleasure of revenge, let him torture him hard.

You can't fall down, you can't!

Su Yueming gritted her teeth, and she heard his laughter coming from the wind. The sound of the flute was evil and wild, with a kingly aura that shocked the world!

She opened her misty eyes and looked towards the horizon in the direction of the Great Zhou Dynasty-

The sky was gloomy, and she could no longer tell the direction. She only saw a lonely goose wandering, occasionally making a sad sound or two.

Murong Canghai had not yet intended to stop, and the horse continued to run forward at an incredible speed.

Looking from a distance, a trace of red gradually appeared where Su Yueming passed by, and blood was the blood that flowed out of her body after it was worn out!

The blood stained the grassland on the ground red!

"Long live the prince, long live!"

The soldiers behind them also jumped on their horses and followed them.

Except for Ying Lie, everyone was cheering bloodthirsty. Daqin was originally a nomadic people who made a living by hunting, and they had cruel blood in their bones.

The horse under his crotch was still running, without slowing down, and the yellow grass under her turned into yellow sand.

The pain in her body reached its limit more and more, and she trembled violently and trembled all over.

The strong wind suddenly burst into pieces, and the flying dust fascinated the eyes of the human eye. The woman locked by iron chains behind the horse seemed to have exhausted all her strength.

Her head lowered, and her hands and feet stopped resisting.

Su Yueming is tired, so tired, she is so tired that she doesn't want to fight any more.

As long as you don't die, let him go.

She knew him, and he would torture her, but would not let her die.

While everyone was cheering, the horse ran up to a sand dune. At this time, Murong Canghai suddenly stopped.

The wind stopped, everyone's cheers stopped, and everyone stopped to look at their North Court King.

Su Yueming lay on the ground, curled up in pain, wailing and wailing.

Murong Canghai came to her horse and looked down at the person on the ground who hugged his body tightly like a silkworm pupa—

His hand holding the reins suddenly tightened, but his tone was cold, and he asked-

"Does it hurt?"

Almost exhausted all her strength, Su Yueming raised her head and looked at him. She was taken off all the way. Her clothes were torn to pieces, and her bloody flesh stuck to the yellow sand under her. Her face was originally white and tender.

My slim face was also covered with scars at this moment, and there was no clean meat.

She spit out the yellow sand covered with her mouth, but a pool of bright red blood appeared on the ground.

She said—

"It hurts, it's almost gone, but I can bear it."

A trace of unknown feelings flashed in Murong Canghai's gloomy and deep eyes. He jumped off the horse's back, squatted in front of her, clenched his fists tightly, looking at her covered in scars-

It hurts, she is almost dead! Everything around her slowly becomes blurred, and her soul seems to have quickly escaped into the eighteen levels of hell, enduring purgatory and torture.

She's going to die again.

This time, I can't live anymore!

But--

No, she suddenly woke up. She couldn't die, she must not die. There were still major things in the prime minister's mansion. The prince had not ascended the throne yet. She wanted to go back, so she could not die just like this.

Su Yueming, what are you afraid of?

In the previous life, you suffered the pain of the world's extreme punishment of destroying your face, taking a caesarean section, cutting a child into a human stick, and digging out your eyes. What is this little bit of flesh and blood pain?

If Murong Canghai treats you like this, if he can feel the pleasure of revenge, let him torture him hard.

You can't fall down, you can't!

Su Yueming gritted her teeth, and she heard his laughter coming from the wind. The sound of the flute was evil and wild, with a kingly aura that shocked the world!

She opened her misty eyes and looked towards the horizon in the direction of the Great Zhou Dynasty-

The sky was gloomy, and she could no longer tell the direction. She only saw a lonely goose wandering, occasionally making a sad sound or two.

Murong Canghai had not yet intended to stop, and the horse continued to run forward at an incredible speed.

Looking from a distance, a trace of red gradually appeared where Su Yueming passed by, and blood was the blood that flowed out of her body after it was worn out!

The blood stained the grassland on the ground red!

"Long live the prince, long live!"

The soldiers behind them also jumped on their horses and followed them.

Except for Ying Lie, everyone was cheering bloodthirsty. The Qin Dynasty was originally a nomadic people who made a living by hunting, and they had cruel blood in their bones.

The horse under his crotch was still running, without slowing down, and the yellow grass under her turned into yellow sand.

The pain in her body reached its limit more and more, and she trembled violently and trembled all over.

The strong wind suddenly burst into pieces, and the flying dust fascinated the eyes of the human eye. The woman locked by iron chains behind the horse seemed to have exhausted all her strength.

Her head lowered, and her hands and feet stopped resisting.

Su Yueming is tired, so tired, she is so tired that she doesn't want to fight any more.

As long as you don't die, let him go.

She knew him, and he would torture her, but would not let her die.

While everyone was cheering, the horse ran up to a sand dune. At this time, Murong Canghai suddenly stopped.

The wind stopped, everyone's cheers stopped, and everyone stopped to look at their North Court King.

Su Yueming lay on the ground, curled up in pain, wailing and wailing.

Murong Canghai came to her horse and looked down at the person on the ground who hugged his body tightly like a silkworm pupa—

His hand holding the reins suddenly tightened, but his tone was cold, and he asked-

"Does it hurt?"

Almost exhausted all her strength, Su Yueming raised her head and looked at him. She was taken off all the way. Her clothes were torn to pieces, and her bloody flesh stuck to the yellow sand under her. Her face was originally white and tender.

My slim face was also covered with scars at this moment, and there was no clean meat.

She spit out the yellow sand covered with her mouth, but a pool of bright red blood appeared on the ground.

She said—

"It hurts, it's almost gone, but I can bear it."

A trace of unknown feelings flashed in Murong Canghai's gloomy and deep eyes. He jumped off the horse's back, squatted in front of her, clenched his fists tightly, looking at her covered in scars-