"You are like Zhao Wuxiu of Dazhou, the difference is, Zhao Wuxiu is smarter and more ruthless than you!
He did not hesitate to put himself in a deadly situation to sever Dazhou's fortune; he watched the Emperor being killed with his own eyes. Even if he didn't succeed in the end, he is still the number one in the world.
And you? Heh, after all these years, what have you done besides bedding my father's concubines, my mother, and the Empress of Nanjin Country?"
Wanyan Su pointed to her own eyes: "I will watch you die, National Master!"
With that said, the woman's figure disappeared.
The Zen Rebel Monk clasped his hands together, remained silent for a long time, and sighed softly: "Amitabha."
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The room was filled with a faint herbal scent, mixed with the decaying smell of old furniture.
On the bed, a woman's eyelids trembled with difficulty, as if they weighed a thousand pounds.
After a long time, she slowly opened a thin slit.
