Martial King’s Retired Life

The account book flew out, flying like a beautiful white pigeon in the direction of the Orange King. Orange King was overjoyed, reached out to pick it up, but didn't want the account book to touch his palm, and gave birth to a dark energy, which made him unable to grasp it and flew out again.

The Orange King was astounded, because the book slipped away from him went back to his dear father. But this was thrown out by his own ghost, and he had to yell at the chop.

The emperor knows martial arts and takes it as soon as he raises his hand. The emperor took a strange look at the account book in his hand and looked at the orange king who was desperately screaming, and turned the two pages.

The content is wonderful.

Orange King, twenty-five years old, died!

Keke, actually not yet.

The King of Orange hurried his head and hurried to the emperor, pretending to be cramped by his filial son: "Father, father emperor! Son, me, me ..."

"Hey, it's really exciting." The emperor just sneered, and couldn't see that he was angry and angry. "You go home now, get me off!"

"Father Emperor ..."

"Not yet! Are you trying to miss this thing in front of so many people?"

Orange King gritted his teeth and gave me a stern glance, and said politely: "The son-in-law convicted him, and he will go back to his house and ban his feet. The door is gone.

I was also taken away to cure the poison.

Lying on a stretcher, the last sight I saw was: The emperor watched the Orange King leave, and threw the account book to the father-in-law at random, without a second glance. At the same time, the corner of Brow's eyebrows displayed a sneer that seemed to be absent.

what happened?

The way this play ends is a bit weird.

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