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"After I die, the ashes should be scattered on the frontier, so as not to live up to my military life." Throughout history, how many concubines, concubines, after death, do not want to long accompanied by the side of the king. Only she, became the first person who was willing to scatter her ashes in the sand field. "If you let go, you lose, I will never let go, unless you cut off my hand." The man's attitude was resolute, while the corners of her mouth tilted and her hand rose up. "There is no one more desperate than you in this world, I really want to dig out your heart and see what it's made of!" "Sure you want to like me? Well then, prepare a coffin." "Why?" She smiled coquettishly, "Because anyone who comes near my side, all, shall not die well!"