MTL - Major General Spoils his Soul-guiding Wife - Chapter 192 Burn the glands

Lin Suisui, the legendary doctor of Medicine King Valley, saved countless lives in his life, but in the end, the arrow pierced through his chest, and he could not end well.

Opening her eyes again, she became the crown princess who just married into the East Palace!

In front of him is the dog-leg of the eunuch who has come under coercion, and on the bed behind him is the sick and sick prince-husband who is seriously injured and comatose;

In desperation, Lin Suisui turned her head and kissed her husband’s thin lips with tears…

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Lu Ze, the crown prince of the Great Xia Dynasty, is a well-deserved son of heaven.

In charge of the frontier soldiers, he is a brave and invincible god of war!

Once the palace changed, he was seriously poisonous and was falsely accused of treason. When he opened his eyes again, in front of the happy bed,

The Crown Princess, who was calling out to her husband with tears in her eyes, was holding a golden hairpin and stabbed the wicked slave’s neck…

The violent and ruthless man did not know why he felt a little protective of each other;

And what he didn’t expect was that this protection was for a lifetime!

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In the 21st century, she was the talented leader of the hidden family clan, once she crossed over, she became the number one waste?

I transmigrated as the hidden mastermind who betrays everyone at the story’s end.Since I wasn’t particularly interested in the destruction of the world, I was just leisurely waiting for the ending…“You are the only one who has ever seen my drawing of a boa constrictor properly.”“When I make plans to meet you at 4, my heart starts racing from 3… Is this what it means to be tamed?”For some reason, the heroines keep showing interest in me.

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