Before Han Jun finished speaking, Xiang Liang walked up to him and squatted down slowly, his eyes extremely complicated:

"But it turns out that we are all wrong, and we are very wrong!"

Speaking of this, there was a clear pain and sadness flashing across the eyes.

"This world is no longer the world we are familiar with."

"Wang Yuan is not dead, the tyrannical Qin...

It's hard to collapse!"

lie!

With a thousand pounds, the camel is often only needed to break the last straw!

Under the heavy pressure of that difficult to collapse, Han Jun's head completely hangs down, and in the eyes...

All of them are despair like dead!

"I see……"

.........

Ten days ago, in the morning, the Zhangtai Palace of Daqin.

Wang Yuan was "dragged" in by Fusu, and many ministers reported.

While listening carefully, Ying Zheng looked serious and swallowed silently, ready at all times.

This Yin-Yang person may talk about becoming an immortal at any time...

[You love me, I love you, Mixue Ice City sweet honey...]

Ying Zheng: "......"

It's okay, I have patience!

The next day, [You love me, I love you...]

Ying Zheng: "???"

It's okay, I'll endure it!

Day 3, [You love me...]

Ying Zheng: "?????:??"

very good!

I don’t believe it, how long can you sing!

Then.......

Ten days have passed ~

Ying Zheng's eyes were dull, and he returned to the imperial study room and his mouth moved slightly.
Chapter completed!