The Savior is just a 3-Year-Old

   Chapter 1475 Poor people must have something to hate

  The female gentleman of Yaochi took a step back abruptly.

  The whole face is pale.

   His pupils shook sharply, looking at Emperor Ziwei with horror, and even a little unbelievable panic.

   Just now she could dance to the emperor when she lost her self-consciousness, and tell him that she was unwilling. You can tell all the secrets in her heart, even she even said the things she had done to the maidservant in the past.

  But she did not dare to face the sober emperor who had no love for her.

  Sure enough, the eyes of the emperor were cold and bitter, and there was no trace of love.

   "How could it? How could you?!" The female gentleman of Yaochi shivered, her face was pale, it was obvious that the medicine she put in herself, the wine she brewed herself, had never been faked.

  Even Feng Qingling wanted to touch her hand, but she never let her touch it.

  She wants to guard her.

  Yes, seeing the sober appearance of the emperor and the disgusting eyes, she still frightened her heart.

  The bare jade feet shrank, and Emperor Ziwei glanced at her: "Back then, I killed the maidservant. I let you go because of the face of the head. But I don't want so many years, you still don't repent."

  I just heard her say that she was jealous of every woman she had talked with, but she felt that she was getting sicker and sicker.

   "I just thought that after so many years of self-cultivation, you should change it. It is still the case." And because of the stronger the ability, the less likely it is to be caught.

  If she hadn’t said it today, I’m afraid he would still be in the dark.

  "No, no, no, Monarch, I love you too much. I love you too much. Monarch, I am obsessed with you for thousands of years, thousands of years. Why can't you look back at me."

   "What is her Lu Youyou, does she know you? What did she do for you? Obviously I admired you first, I came first."

   "Why can she get you to like it, and why!"

   "You are so gentle to her, you have never been to me. Emperor, Emperor, look at me, and you will give me a trace of pity."

   "Why, you never even gave me a chance. Emperor, you never gave me a chance."

   "I obviously drove away the women who appeared next to you one by one, but you still refused to look at me." The female gentleman of Yaochi looked in a trance.

"I entered the mountain gate at the beginning of the year. I was sixteen and you were nineteen. I was a direct disciple of the head, but you were accepted as a closed disciple. Ten thousand years of obsessive love." The female gentleman of Yaochi sat down on the ground. She remembered the appearance of the emperor when she went up the mountain, and she couldn’t help but admire.

  At that time, the immortal door accepted disciples, including disciples from aristocratic families who had already practiced in advance.

  She is also one of them.

  She was so proud, she looked at the world, but she didn't want to lose in front of a mortal emperor in white clothes.

  He stepped up the stairs step by step, tested step by step, he had no demons, no evil thoughts, no greed, hatred, and ignorance. He never stopped for anything and anyone along the way. Just like after more than 10,000 years, he never looked back. "

  Looking up at his back, everyone remembered him.

"I thought you wouldn’t look back, even if you don’t look back. But you turned around for Lu Youyou, you stopped for her, you cared about her joy, anger, sorrow, laugh for her, sad for her, for her in the desert Three years in space, covered with scars. Emperor, you know, my heart is bleeding."

   "My heart is dripping blood. I guard you, but you hurt her."

Emperor Ziwei looked at her indifferently, without the slightest pity in his eyes.

  (End of this chapter)