Chapter 1143 The Giant Pot Falling From the Sky (3)

Poof!

The long sword in Nan Xian's hand suddenly flashed with sword light and hit Fu Qingxi in the big pit, just in time to cut off Fu Qingxi's nose.

"ah!"

A heartbreaking voice came from the pit, making Fu Yu's eyes split with tears: "Qingxi!"

There is not much warmth in the imperial family.

So when Fu Qingyi was hurt at first, Fu Yu felt the danger and failed to save her.

But now... Fu Yu's whole body was trembling when he heard Fu Qingqi's miserable and sorrowful voice. Maybe he had the courage to fight against Nan Xian even though he knew that there was no way for him to survive.

"Nan Xian, you..."

As soon as Fu Yu opened his mouth, he felt a pain in his tongue, and a moist and hot feeling filled his mouth. With a sound, he spit out a broken tongue.

He babbling angrily pointed at Nanxian, but could no longer say a word.

"Since you like to gossip, then you don't need that tongue."

Nan Xian's face remained expressionless, and his expression was as calm as the wind. He did not feel any anxiety because of Fu Yu's frame-up just now.

because……

He believed she wouldn't misunderstand.

Just as she believed him.

Feng Ruqing walked slowly to Nan Xian's side.

The moment their eyes met, they could only see the deep trust in each other's eyes.

It seems like several lifetimes have passed.

Fu Yu stared at Feng Ruqing in disbelief.

Why... shouldn't ordinary women be suspicious and quarrel when they hear someone say something like this? Dispersed in the end?

Why didn't she question Nan Xian?

Didn't even say a word?

Feng Ruqing looked at Fu Yu with a faint smile: "You probably don't know that even if my national master has not woken up, he will have some understanding of the changes in the outside world, and as long as he says no, I will believe him."

"Oh, by the way... my national master was ill before, and only a woman's body can cool him down. It's a pity... I am the one who cools down my national master, and the only one who can get close to him is me, you say They don't understand each other anymore? Then why hasn't my national master's illness recovered? Did he wait until I came to get better?"

Nan Xian held Feng Ruqing's hand tightly: "Only you can cure me, and you will always be the only one who can cure me!"

There aren't any women.

Only her!

Feng Ruqing patted Nan Xian's hand and smiled: "Of course I believe you. I've already slept with you, and if I still don't believe you, what's the difference between me and a scumbag?"

The person she is willing to sleep with is the person she will trust with all her heart.

She also believed in her own vision.

The National Master will never let her down.

The corners of the man's lips curved slightly, and his eyes stared at the girl beside him. His brows were no longer cold, but he was gentle only when facing her.

but……

The moment he turned his eyes to Fu Yu again, his cold black eyes were filled with murderous intent. He let go of Feng Ruqing's hand and continued to approach Fu Yu with light steps.

"Woo!!!"

A flash of panic flashed in Fu Yu's eyes.

His footsteps retreated step by step.

But there was already a palace wall behind him, and he had no way to retreat.

Nanxian stopped, and the long sword in his hand was slightly raised...

Poof!

Fu Yu's shoulder was cut open, and blood flowed out, infecting his robe.

He raised his eyes angrily and glared at Nan Xian.

If you want to kill him, just give him a good time. What is the point of torturing him like this?

Somehow, Fu Yu seemed to have remembered something, and there was a deep smile on his lips.