C545 Long yan was furious

Can the words I say, the promise I want to fulfill, really be counted? Is His Majesty really a man of his word? His words were tinged with provocation.

The Emperor placed the evening primrose to the side, the corners of his mouth curving into a profound smile.

The pressure around him was decreasing bit by bit.

Do you know that with your words, even if you die ten thousand times