How to Survive As a Villain

Xiao Yu'an looked at the veil and the smoky smog in front of him. He was slightly decapitated and found that he was covered with a slightly fragrant bedding. He was embroidered with a mighty golden dragon, mouth vomiting, and claws. , lifelike.

Xiao Yuan sat up with his body up, and a blue silk like a waterfall fell down on his shoulders.

Huh?

Xiao Yuan licked his hair and pulled off a few.

Oh, it hurts.

Xiao Yu’an’s head was thinking fast, and then he wondered.

Is this a rebirth?

Is Marx's coffin plate pressed?

"The emperor, are you awake? The slaves are waiting for you to change clothes." The temple gently pushed the door into a young woman with a hand-washed thing in her hand, and she wore a cloud-shaped snail, a bronze-colored ancient enamel .

emperor?

Xiao Yu'an has some regrets, and it is hard to cross. It turns out to be a reality, and can't feel the joy of self-cultivation from gravity.

Although Marx cried, but Newton can be relieved.

"Is there a monster or a **** in this world?" Xiao Yuan asked.

A woman’s glance: "Imperial? Are you going to worship?"

Oh, it’s not a fantasy setting.

Xiao Yu'an showed a regretful expression.

"The emperor, the emperor has already returned to the West for many days, you should not be sad, beware of the broken body." The maidservant who watched the words softly appease Xiao Yu'an.

Ok? So what I wore into a new king who was succeeded to the throne?

"Is there a mirror?" asked Xiao Yuan.

The maid immediately came to a bronze mirror and bowed down to the bed and handed it to Xiao Yu'an.

Xiao Yuan took over his face.

Ah, it’s so beautiful, handsome and handsome, with eyebrows, beautiful skin, red lips and bright eyes, it’s really young and beautiful.

Xiao Yuan sighed and silently defined himself in his heart.

Young king.

This kind of king, either the military power is not in the hands, the mother's uncle is in power, and he falls to the ground, or the young man's temperament is hot, and the days are extravagant and ruthless.

Either way, the road that you just started is not easy to go.

However, if you wear it, you will be able to get through the opportunity of thousands of people. Even if it is not the actor, it will not be a passerby.

Xiao Yu'an suddenly became very excited.

"What is your name?" Xiao Yuan asked the maid.

The maid was obviously confused, but she replied with respect and respect: "The prostitute's red sleeve."

"red……"

Huh?

Wait, why is this name so familiar?

Young king? The emperor died?

Xiao Yuan hesitated a few times and asked with temptation: "What happened to Princess Yongning recently?"

"Back to the emperor." Red sleeves squatted on the ground, bowed his head. "The slaves heard that the princess is learning piano skills recently."

Xiao Yu'an, who was still full of ambitions, listened directly to the bed and began to live in a dead body.

"The emperor? What happened to the emperor? Where are you uncomfortable? The emperor?" The red sleeve was scared and asked in a panic.

"Life has caught my throat and gave me a loud slap."

"what?"

"I know that the real warriors must dare to face the bleak life and dare to face the dripping blood."

"Imperial, emperor?"

"But the quilt has sealed me. This world is not ancient, the world of material desires, only this nest is a little warm."

"The emperor! What happened to you? I went to pass the doctor!" The red sleeves scared a few steps and climbed up to call people. Xiao Yuan quickly stopped her.

"Nothing, I am just escaping from reality." Xiao Yuan waved his hand weakly.

Xiao Yuan has fully understood that he is not crossing at all.

He is wearing a book.

I wore the kind of Marvin "The History of the Four Kingdoms" that I saw before I died.

Red sleeves, the book's close-knit maids in the original book of the North Kingdom, and himself, that is, the young king who will eventually be killed by the male lord with a knife and a bone.

Xiao Yu'an confessed in the red sleeves and turned his eyes to the ground.

Hey, it’s better to have a page of passers-by. The president of Fenghua Zhengmao has not had his own soul mate and is terminally ill. This is enough to vomit, and the result is still wearing such a supporting role... Hey, Life is miserable.

After finishing my thoughts and ending up, Xiao Yuan got up and asked the red sleeves that had long been the six gods: "What about the river?"

"The emperor, the slaves... the slaves are stupid, I don't know who the emperor said?" The red sleeves were at a loss, and they fell to the ground and hoeed.

Xiao Yuan quickly pulled her up: "It’s the male lord, isn’t it, it’s the captive Nan Yanguo prince, huh? Don’t you understand? It’s my father, oh, no, the emperor’s prince ""

The red sleeves are still confused.

Xiao Yuan looked down and thought for a long while, then said: "I want to accept the imperial son."

The red sleeve suddenly realized: "Oh! The slave knows!"

Xiao Yu'an: "..."

So you have to say this setting to understand!

Why do you feel that you are not far from being killed?