Quick Transmigration Live Broadcast: The Villain Boss is the Female Emperor!

  Chapter 624 Wicked Demon Concubine: Drawing Immortals, I Have to Be Pampered! (over)

  The gloomy sky, outside the imperial city, the army is crushing the realm.

  A house in Kyoto.

  The ancestral hall of the Yan clan was dim, and the man who fell on the ground suddenly sat up. He rubbed his head and glanced around, showing a look of horror on his face.

   Headache was splitting, he staggered to his feet and held the table.

  Yan Changgui stared at the locked door with red eyes. Today is the day when the rebels entered the city. He went to see Master Yan and told him about leaving last night.

  After drinking a glass of wine, I woke up here again.

   Goose Changgui walked to the door unsteadily, pushed open the door hard, guarding two servants outside.

  When the house servant saw the Yan Chang returning, he hurriedly said: "My son, the lord has ordered you not to go out..."

   "Go away!" Yan Changgui shouted angrily, smashing them away and ran out quickly.

  A meteor-like fire flashed across the sky. Pieces of fired stones fell into the city, and houses collapsed with deafening noises.

   "Run away—Run away—the rebels have entered the city—"

  The people on the street fled around carrying their packages, with horrified expressions on their faces.

  In the imperial city, gas was blazing with flames, and it was burning everywhere.

  Goose Changgui covered his heart, his handsome face looked hideous, he didn't believe that everything he was wrong was wasted.

  She will be fine!

  He wants to enter the imperial city to find her!

  The escaping man hit him and almost knocked him to the ground.

  "Young Master...hurry up..." Fugui ran over and said, "The rebels have entered the city, hurry up and hide!"

  The goose went back and waved away the hand of the rich and honored, turned around and wanted to run to the imperial city.

   "The son-the imperial concubine is dead -" Fugui Sisi embraced the goose for a long time, crying and yelling: "Don't go -"

  Yan Changgui grabbed the rich and honorable collar, and roared coldly: "She's not dead!"

  Everything is arranged, she will be fine.

   "My son, get away quickly--" Rich and dignified shouted in horror.

  A soldier in armor and holding a sword slashed towards Yan Changgui with a grin on his face: "Go to hell."

   The geese drew back in a long form, and then took a step forward, quickly snatching the sword in the soldier's hand, and flipping the sword into the soldier's abdomen.

  "Young Master!!!" Wealth's eyes widened in horror.

  Yan Changgui carried the sword with a gloomy expression, and stabbed two rebel soldiers to death again with a leap, and ran towards the imperial city after snatching the horse.

  Along the way, I met the Yulin Army, the rebels, whoever it was, as long as he raised his sword, he would kill him without hesitation, and rushed into the palace in two quarters of an hour.

  His white robe has completely turned red, his face is stained with blood, and the breath all over his body is extremely terrifying.

   "Seven, Seventh Son..." Father Feng said with a trembling voice.

   Yan Changgui's eyes were dark, and he said coldly: "Where is she?"

   Father Feng was trembling all over, he knelt down and said, "Seventh son, the imperial concubine... the empress..."

  Yan Changgui clutched the sword and slew towards Weiyang Palace, and entered the huge palace. His eyes narrowed slightly, and he walked quickly to the bed.

  On the luxurious big bed, the woman in red lay quietly on the bed as if she was asleep, her face still beautiful and charming.

   "Neon clothes." He stretched out his hand to touch her face, and said, "I'm here to pick you up."

   realized that her skin was a little cold, the light that had just burned in his eyes disappeared, and he firmly held the sword in his hand.

  It is clear that the poisonous wine has been exchanged, and the person who replaced the imperial concubine was arranged. Why would she die?

  He will not let her die, no matter what the price is.

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  Drunk in the light and look at the old paintings, the beauty is like a flower in a dream mirror.

  ——Goose Goes Long Home

  (End of this chapter)