Today's battle situation was tragic. The ground and the bed were covered with broken pieces of flesh and blood, with a faint corpse Qi.
"You, why do you have to ..."
The woman carrying the cat lifted the head whose face had been pierced and looked at song qingxiao with a complicated expression.
we women don't have to work so hard, " she said in a low and hoarse voice, as if trying to persuade her, "
women are not as good as men. As long as they maintain their beauty and win the king's favor, they will naturally enjoy endless glory, splendor, wealth, and even good fortune for their families ...
As she spoke, she stroked the cat in her arms.
"Looks ... Looks are a woman's greatest advantage." As she said this, she looked at song qingxiao, as if she was a little regretful and sympathetic for her current sorry state.
