Chen Xing walked straight to the high platform and looked up at the person on the throne.

If anyone saw this scene, he would definitely think he was crazy. When he saw the True King, he didn't kneel down, and even the lord of the Principality would not dare to do this.

Chen Xing's idea is very simple. It is his woman, both men and women, and there is no reason why her husband kneels on his wife. And the other party is likely to kill him. If he wants to kill him, what's the point of kneeling? Anyway, it's all

If you are about to die, why do you have to do something that makes you unhappy? If the other party doesn’t kill him, you can’t kneel down, otherwise how can you get along in the future?

The face on the throne seemed to be the same girl of seventeen or eighteen when she first met.

The appearance is pure, like a girl next door, but there is a mature charm between her eyebrows and eyes. She looks not very old, but her figure is charming. The place that should be small is small, and the place that should be big is big enough. The white look of marvelous geese as white as the first snow

It is even more captivating and causing crime.

However, she is different from that in the moment.

The appearance has not changed at all, as if time cannot be engraved on it, but it has an indescribable sense of strangeness, as if they crossed this chasm, with an abyss under their feet, and the end of the world is the distance.

"Remember what I said?"

A faint voice came from the throne.

"Remember." Chen Xing nodded.

"Then you figured it out, have you come here to die?" Aliya's legs crossed, her white calves raised, her body leaned forward slightly, and looked down at Chen Xing. Her red jade-like pupils appeared slightly

Light and pressure suddenly came like a tsunami.
Chapter completed!