Chapter 1130 She Is the Bright Moon in the Sky, You Are the Mud on the Ground

A faint smile appeared on Fu Yuheng's overly fair and exquisite handsome face.

He looked at the furious woman in front of him and said firmly: "You won't kill me at this time."

Ji Shuzhen's seductive and charming face was a little distorted. She pinched Fu Yuheng's neck and said bitterly: "Sooner or later I will kill you!"

As the man in front of her said, she would not kill him, nor would she dare to kill him.

Without Fu Yuheng, how would her children rule the human world.

Fu Yuheng calmly removed Ji Shuzhen's hand from his neck, raised the corners of his lips slightly, and said nonchalantly: "I'm waiting for that day to come."

Ji Shuzhen snorted coldly and shook off the hand that was opened by the other party.

Seeing her disgusted action, Fu Yuheng's lips curved into a sarcastic arc.

He nodded slightly to the saint in front of him and expressed deep sympathy: "You have lost another member of your harem. Please express your condolences. If there is nothing else, I will leave first."

Ji Shuzhen's face was full of ferocity, her bloody lips opened and closed gently, and she said in a cold voice: "Get out!"

Fu Yuheng adjusted the collar of his Taoist robe, his movements were slow and graceful, and his movements were indescribably elegant.

It was as if he had never left the Fu family and was still the distinguished Second Master Fu.

Before leaving the room, he looked back at the woman who was walking barefoot on the carpet in the room, and his voice was filled with a hint of evil: "By the way, I saw the woman you were jealous of last night.

She is very beautiful, a rare beauty in the world, and Xuanqing missed it. The child in her belly is very healthy, and I can feel the child's strong vitality. "

Ji Shuzhen's eyes widened and she teleported in front of Fu Yuheng to stop him from leaving.

Her eyes filled with murderous intent stared closely at the man in front of her, and asked aloud: "Have you seen Qin Ruan?!"

Fu Yuheng nodded and said, "Thanks to you for letting me go home for a visit, my third brother took me into Huo's house last night. I met her from a distance through the window. She is a very beautiful and elegant woman."

Hearing him praising other women so much, Ji Shuzhen felt unspeakable annoyance and jealousy in her heart.

She flipped up her long hair on her shoulders, exuding alluring charm from all over her body. She blinked her charming eyes and asked Fu Yuheng seductively: "Then is she as beautiful as me?"

Fu Yuheng smiled happily.

The words that came out of his mouth made the saint in front of him smoke from his head.

Fu Yuheng's merciless lips slowly closed: "It's incomparable. If you have to make a comparison, she is the bright moon in the sky, and you are just the mud on the ground."

"presumptuous!"

Ji Shuzhen was so angry that her charming face lost its former charm and became a bit more ferocious and ugly. She raised her hand and swiped it towards Fu Yuheng's face.

If it were before, Fu Yuheng might have endured the slap.

This time is different from the past. He can teleport faster than the saint.

The next moment, Fu Yuheng was standing in front of the floor-to-ceiling window. He stared at Ji Shuzhen coldly, his eyes were extremely scary.

Seeing that he still dared to hide, Ji Shuzhen's beautiful eyes flashed with sarcasm, and she used the most vicious words to tear through Fu Yuheng's pretense of being unattainable: "You actually dare to hide! Have you forgotten how embarrassed you were when you were lying at my feet like a dog? The way you wag your tail and beg for mercy is really cute."

Not knowing what she remembered, she exclaimed: "Ah, I remembered it!"

Ji Shuzhen lifted up her long skirt to reveal her white feet, with a joyful smile in her eyes: "When you knelt on the ground and surrendered and kissed it with your lips, you were well-behaved and charming then.

Ghost Sixteen, if it weren't for me, you would have become a meal for other puppets! "

The last sentence contained an unspeakable warning.

Fu Yuheng's expression remained indifferent, staring at her with almost pity: "Enough is enough."

The smile on Ji Shuzhen's face paused slightly, she narrowed her eyes and asked in a deep voice, "What do you mean?"

Fu Yuheng's eyes were slightly lowered, and he flicked the dust on his body that he had not known when. He said in a cold and emotionless voice: "Mian'er is dead. There is no relationship between you and me anymore. Bringing up the past will only make us hate each other." .”

His words stimulated Ji Shuzhen.

She looked crazy and roared hysterically: "Shut up, shut up! Mian'er is not dead, our child will definitely be resurrected! He will definitely lead the human world and become the master of this world!"

Fu Yuheng didn't want to get entangled with her too much, and his body slowly disappeared into the room.

"I don't want to see you lately."

Before leaving, the words he left behind made Ji Shuzhen angry and smashed the room.

At this time, she didn't know that the danger was approaching, nor did she know that after Fu Yuheng left, he went to a room on the 18th floor that was guarded by members of the Wu clan.

When the person guarding the door saw it was him, jealousy and respect appeared on his face.

Fu Yucheng looked at everyone with cold eyebrows and wrote in a nonchalant tone: "I want to see Mian'er."

Knowing that this man was the biological father of the Holy Son, the members of the Wu clan did not stop him and opened the door to him in person.

The door was opened, and the room was dark, with only the floor lamp emitting a faint light.

Fu Yuheng stood at the door and did not enter the room directly. His hands hanging by his sides were trembling.

His child is inside.

Ji Mian took the surname of the saint.

In order to survive, he lingered at the feet of the saint.

Years of forbearance have brought him to his current position of unhindered access in the Wu clan.

All this is because of Ji Mian's arrival.

The birth of the child made his life in the Witch Clan relatively easy. The Saint may have a secret possession of him, and he was the biological father of the child, but the other party did not make things difficult for him.

Even if he angered the woman again, she would always tolerate him.

But Fu Yuheng knew that the real reason he didn't dare to let the saint touch him was because of his son in the room in front of him.

Ji Mian has been a puppet since he was born. He is the product of the union of man and puppet. He died when he was less than one year old.

After the child died, his soul stayed with him, but he had no close relationship with the saint.

The saint took a fancy to Ji Mian's physique, divined that he would lead the witch clan to the top, and wanted to resurrect him and let him rule the human world.

But the little child would only hold Fu Yuheng's arm, hoping to get that weak father's love.

Fu Yuheng had no father-son affection for Ji Mian at first. The day when he really realized that he had feelings for this child was the moment when he stopped breathing for a few seconds.

That day he felt the heartache that he had not seen for a long time, a grief that was more painful than separation from his family.

The little child, whose pale little face was full of pain before he died, held his arm with his thin hands that were only skeletons, looked at him with admiration, and called for his father one after another.

Fu Yuheng, who was standing at the door, seemed to still be able to hear Ji Mian calling his father. The voice went from near to far until it disappeared.

He took a deep breath, with a hint of sorrow hidden in his cold eyes.

Stepping into this room officially ended the relationship between father and son.

Seeing that he was still moving, the Wu clan member guarding the door asked: "Are you still going in?"

"Um--"

Fu Yuheng responded and slowly stepped into the room.