Chapter 631: The Empire and the beauty (46)1
Translator: 549690339
Fu min was still in a daze.
A pair of cold hands cupped her face, gentle but strong.
Immediately after.
It was a lingering kiss.
Fu Shang’s mind was still in a state of confusion. Perhaps it was because the aura of this person was too familiar, and there was an indescribable sense of security that made her forget to guard against him.
Until a cold dagger was pressed against her neck.
A cold light flashed.
A slight pain.
Even though Fu min was still a slow-witted person, he was still very familiar with cold weapons, let alone such a dangerous one.
Fu Shang quickly blocked the dagger with his hand.
The sound of a sharp blade cutting into flesh.
Hearing this was enough to send shivers down one’s spine but Fu min didn’t even bat an eyelid as his other hand clutched onto the man’s neck.
Fu Shang was very strong.
Without a doubt, if she used a little more force, she could snap his neck.
She opened her eyes, and a cold light leaked out of her eyes. She said coldly, “”Who sent you? why did you assassinate me?”
Wen Xian’s face was against the light, so his eyes were a little blurry. The pale sunlight shone in and Fu min couldn’t open his eyes, so he didn’t recognize him for a while.
They had clearly been doing the most intimate thing not long ago, but now they were immediately pointing their swords at each other.
That was really laughable.
Fu min couldn’t even completely ignore the feeling he had before.
The hand she used to hold the dagger was dripping with blood.
The bright red blood flowed down the silver Dagger and into the blanket.
Enchanting and charming colors.
Wen Xian turned his face slightly, exposing his exquisite and beautiful face to Fu min. His dark eyes stared coldly at her. This kind of gaze easily made people think of some cold and murderous beast.
He didn’t have any of his usual indifference.
Fu Shang:”???”
Wen Xian?
The beauty I slept with last night was actually Wen Xian?
.. Why did he have to add the word “return”?
The big boss fell into silence.
My God, my unloved little wife actually tried to assassinate me!
Could it be that he was blaming me for neglecting him, and then love turned to hate, and finally did such a thing…
Oh my God, this is really shocking!
The Empress’s imagination was gradually going off track.
Wen Xian looked at Fu min’s constantly changing expression and strangely understood her thoughts.
Just as Wen Xian was about to say something, Fu Shang directly circulated his Qi and with a cold face, he slapped Wen Xian’s chest.
This palm strike was merciless.
He had used eight or nine levels of Fu min’s power.
If an ordinary person was hit by her palm, they would have died immediately and be invited to the king of hell for tea.
The Empress’s majestic and cold voice rang in Wen Xian’s ears, and there was a faint smile in it.
“You can’t be soft-hearted when you assassinate someone, my Royal concubine.”
There was a hint of sarcasm in his words.
Wen Xian raised his eyes in shock and was very disappointed to find out.
The Empress’s beautiful, long, and narrow peach-shaped eyes didn’t have the slightest bit of confusion. She was calm to a certain extent.
Wen Xian, who was just caught off guard, was hit by Fu min’s palm.
He immediately spat out a mouthful of blood.
The dagger in Fu min’s hand slowly loosened and he threw it away.
A crisp sound was heard.
The dagger fell to the ground.
Fu Shang quickly put on his clothes and got off the bed. He stepped on the ground barefooted and fastened his belt..
Chapter 631: The Empire and the beauty (46)1
Translator: 549690339
Fu min was still in a daze.
A pair of cold hands cupped her face, gentle but strong.
Immediately after.
It was a lingering kiss.
Fu Shang’s mind was still in a state of confusion. Perhaps it was because the aura of this person was too familiar, and there was an indescribable sense of security that made her forget to guard against him.
Until a cold dagger was pressed against her neck.
A cold light flashed.
A slight pain.
Even though Fu min was still a slow-witted person, he was still very familiar with cold weapons, let alone such a dangerous one.
Fu Shang quickly blocked the dagger with his hand.
The sound of a sharp blade cutting into flesh.
Hearing this was enough to send shivers down one’s spine but Fu min didn’t even bat an eyelid as his other hand clutched onto the man’s neck.
Fu Shang was very strong.
Without a doubt, if she used a little more force, she could snap his neck.
She opened her eyes, and a cold light leaked out of her eyes. She said coldly, “”Who sent you? why did you assassinate me?”
Wen Xian’s face was against the light, so his eyes were a little blurry. The pale sunlight shone in and Fu min couldn’t open his eyes, so he didn’t recognize him for a while.
They had clearly been doing the most intimate thing not long ago, but now they were immediately pointing their swords at each other.
That was really laughable.
Fu min couldn’t even completely ignore the feeling he had before.
The hand she used to hold the dagger was dripping with blood.
The bright red blood flowed down the silver Dagger and into the blanket.
Enchanting and charming colors.
Wen Xian turned his face slightly, exposing his exquisite and beautiful face to Fu min. His dark eyes stared coldly at her. This kind of gaze easily made people think of some cold and murderous beast.
He didn’t have any of his usual indifference.
Fu Shang:”???”
Wen Xian?
The beauty I slept with last night was actually Wen Xian?
.. Why did he have to add the word “return”?
The big boss fell into silence.
My God, my unloved little wife actually tried to assassinate me!
Could it be that he was blaming me for neglecting him, and then love turned to hate, and finally did such a thing…
Oh my God, this is really shocking!
The Empress’s imagination was gradually going off track.
Wen Xian looked at Fu min’s constantly changing expression and strangely understood her thoughts.
Just as Wen Xian was about to say something, Fu Shang directly circulated his Qi and with a cold face, he slapped Wen Xian’s chest.
This palm strike was merciless.
He had used eight or nine levels of Fu min’s power.
If an ordinary person was hit by her palm, they would have died immediately and be invited to the king of hell for tea.
The Empress’s majestic and cold voice rang in Wen Xian’s ears, and there was a faint smile in it.
“You can’t be soft-hearted when you assassinate someone, my Royal concubine.”
There was a hint of sarcasm in his words.
Wen Xian raised his eyes in shock and was very disappointed to find out.
The Empress’s beautiful, long, and narrow peach-shaped eyes didn’t have the slightest bit of confusion. She was calm to a certain extent.
Wen Xian, who was just caught off guard, was hit by Fu min’s palm.
He immediately spat out a mouthful of blood.
The dagger in Fu min’s hand slowly loosened and he threw it away.
A crisp sound was heard.
The dagger fell to the ground.
Fu Shang quickly put on his clothes and got off the bed. He stepped on the ground barefooted and fastened his belt..
