Ning lanning raised her eyebrows and moved her lips. She wanted to say something. When it reached her throat, she swallowed it back. At this moment, she suddenly sympathized with the woman in front of her. She was just a poor woman, a poor person who lost herself for love. A person has lost herself. What else does she have?
"Stop, you stop!" Yi Fei saw Ning Lan's footsteps stop and roared ferociously, "don't be proud! The king doesn't love me, and he won't fall in love with you. You can't get what I can't get. Even if I die, you won't get happiness. The king is mine!"
If there were no iron gate between them, Ning Lan believed that the concubine would tear her hair and face. If she could, she would tear her apart!
She is not only a poor person, but also a sad person!
"Don't you understand? You're crazy."
"Bitch, don't go! I hate you and I won't let you go!"
Ning Lan suddenly turned and looked at Yi Fei in disgust and asked, "you are not my opponent alive. Will I be afraid of you when I die?"
"You... You..." Yi Fei was so angry that she pulled off the hairpin on her head and threw it at Ning Lan.
Ning Lan bent down to pick up the hairpin on the ground, went to the stone door, put the hairpin in gler's hand, and slowly ordered: "when you torture, remember to prepare a mirror for her and let her see what she looks like."
"Yes, ma'am." Geller Leng answered and then asked, "princess, if the empress of Iraq... She is not dead, what should I do?"
"Bitch, I won't let you go..."
Ning Lan frowned and said to gler, "her mouth is too dirty! Fifty big boards can't kill her... Let her spend the rest of her life in yeting!"
Fifty big boards are too much for a strong man. Can she stand it with a woman?
"Bitch, you must die..."
Shang'er, if she dies, is it too cheap for her?
Yi Fei's unbearable curse made Ning Lan Xiumei condense again. She stopped at her feet and said, "let her spend the rest of her life in yeting!"