C856 What Kind of Dog Competition Screenwriter Is This

In the middle of April, almost half of Yuheng Transfer had been broadcasted. Jian Xiuheng and Xu's scenes were also carried out to the point where they were defeated. They hid their identities and helped each other to live in a small village.

Dang Xu knelt beside Jian Xiuheng and cried out, "You are not the Emperor, you should not be the Emperor. You are the Princess. You are clearly the princess of the Dayong Dynasty. "At that time, the audience who were chasing after them all collapsed. Some of them even cried out because they could not bear it.

God damn it. After such a long time, it turned out that Master Wannian was not Master Wannian at all. She should be a princess that was favoured like Jian Yuheng!

What a joke! If Jian Xiuheng was supposed to be a princess, that would be a huge joke! Then why did she suffer so many grievances in the past? Then why did she take every step to calm herself down and scheme? She should have grown up like Jian Yuheng, pampered by thousands and thousands of people. Why was Jian Yuheng able to be unruly and spoiled by others? Yet she had to take the place of so many pressures to receive so many looks of contempt and contempt. Jian Yuheng. What qualifications did she have to snatch her sister's throne? And what qualifications did she have? She wanted to destroy the Dayong Empire that gave birth to her!

What the hell kind of scriptwriter was this? Why did he write Jian Xiuheng so miserably?!

The audience was angry and heartbroken. Their chests felt like they were being twisted in pain. They were proud and gentle, and they were heaven warping masters. Why did they have to suffer such grievance?!

And after this subversive plot twist, steel knives stabbed at the hearts of the audience again and again.

Jian Xiuheng was drunk as he lay on the worn-out bed. His eyes were dull and lifeless. However, it was clear as if he had just been cleansed by spring water. In front of him, there were frame after frame scenes flashing by. Things that he did not understand before had become clear and cruel at this moment.

He knew why the Empress said sorry to him, and why the Emperor didn't like him. He knew why no one served him since he was young, and he also knew why the mama only accompanied him to the Phoenix Perching Palace before suddenly hanging herself.

It turned out that it was because her body hid a secret, a secret that was enough to overturn the entire Dayong.

But what exactly was he now? Was he a human? Was he a monster?

And who had arbitrarily made this decision for her, causing her to become a monster that was neither male nor female.

Her mind was filled with thoughts, but her face was as calm as a pool of stagnant water. Her mind was filled with Xu's low growls, and she couldn't help but ask herself. Such a pathetic self should be a mouse in a stinky ditch... Living was a disaster, and dying was also disgusting. Why did he have to risk his life to climb up to make others acknowledge him?

All the things that had happened in the past flashed past her eyes. They were sorrowful, melancholy, and violent. However, she suddenly felt that she, who was too lively, was a joke. If she got angry, she would be a pile of ashes.

And Xu, this Xu who was supposed to be the Emperor Shadow Guard.

She looked at Xu, who was kneeling in front of her and crying like a child, and asked, "Are you going to leave me?"

Xu cried and used his left hand to pull Jian Xiuheng's hand to his forehead. Just like the first time they met, he held her index finger, bit it, and drank her blood.

"Xu will always be your Xu. No one can separate me from you."

Jian Xiuheng looked at the dark roof and heard the bride's words again.

You can definitely find your own family.

Tears fell from her eyes.

Her home was very small, with only two people. One was her, and the other was Xu.

The scene was stuck there. The audience who were chasing the drama were crying. What kind of f * cking dog competition screenwriter was this? Why did he write Jian Xiuheng in such a miserable manner? It was simply heaven's wrath, man's resentment, and insanity! Wuuuu! Wuuuu!