Good sentence "I just lost to you".
In front of his beloved, Wen Xian lowered his head for the first time, let go of his arrogance, and let go of his little self-esteem.
I would like to bow down for you.
Although he didn't want to admit it, Wen Xian really thought so in his heart.
What blood feud.
What throne.
He doesn't want either.
…
But from Fu Yue's point of view.
This man, her nominal husband, was just an assassin who wanted to kill her, and she couldn't even tell whether what this man was telling was the truth or a lie.
What Wen Xian said.
She doesn't believe it.
It is common for emperors to be suspicious.
Fu Yue squatted down in front of Wen Xian, and looked at him with a half-smile, "Tell me, how should I deal with you?"
Wen Xian: "Let Your Majesty dispose of it."
His expression was still calm, even though he clearly expressed his intentions, for some unknown reason, he still refused to say a soft word to coax Fu Yue.
I don't want to explain, and I don't want to give in.
This attitude made Fu Yue want to fuck him!
But if Fan Wenxian's attitude and tone were a little softer, don't be so coffin-faced, Fu Yue might really be able to show mercy and let him go.
As for now.
Fu Yue just wanted to kill him.
As the king of a big country, Fu Yue is well versed in the way of the emperor, so he naturally knows how to torture the enemy.
Killing must be punished.
Breaking down his psychological defenses, destroying the most cherished things in his heart, smashing the softest corner of his heart, is like cutting a person's last life-saving straw.
Watching him fall into the abyss.
Stand by.
To be honest, Fu Yue was tempted by his own thoughts.
Yay, so excited, so excited.
I really want to see the beauty die for her.
Fu Yue stood up and put on her black cloak again. Before leaving, she stood at the door of the cell and said, "I will not kill you, nor will I abolish you. I will send someone to pick you up tomorrow." Sky Prison."
"As for the days to come."
"Wen Xian, take care of yourself."
After finishing speaking, Fu Yue walked away with a flick of his sleeves, and the corner of the black clothes disappeared in a flash.
If it wasn't for the faint ambergris still lingering in the humid air, Wen Xian would have thought that all of this was just a dream of his.
Ji Lan won't kill him? Want to let him go
Slight doubts appeared on the man's fair and beautiful face, and some disapproval flashed in his glazed eyes.
What Ji Lan did this time...was really inappropriate.
If the assassin is caught, how can he let it go casually? How could she not understand the truth of cutting the grass without eradicating the roots, and the spring breeze blows to regenerate it
But it is undeniable.
Fu Yue's decision made Wen Xian uncontrollably feel a secret joy in his heart.
She won't kill him
Could it be because of a little reluctance
Wen Xian didn't dare to have too many extravagant hopes. Before, he thought that he was bound to die, but he only had one humble wish.
Hope she doesn't forget him.
Unable to control his wild thoughts, a strange blush appeared on the man's fair and beautiful side face. He was so beautiful that he was unbelievably beautiful, but against his pale complexion, there was a kind of fragile delicate beauty.
this evening.
Wen Xian had a dream.
In the dream, he and Fu Yue were standing on the city wall, there was no one around, it was raining heavily, the rain was very fast, and the sound of the rain seemed particularly lonely in this autumn.
They were drenched all over.
Her smile was gentle and intoxicating, but the dagger in her hand pierced deeply into his heart.