Chapter 627 Sitting on the Land and the Beauty (46)

Fu Yue is not quite awake yet.

A pair of cold hands held her face, with gentle yet strong force.

Immediately afterwards.

A passionate kiss.

Fu Yue's mind was still not clear, maybe because the aura of this person was too familiar, and there was an indescribable sense of security. She was negligent for a moment and forgot to take precautions.

Until a cold dagger was pressed against her neck.

A cold light flashed.

Subtle pain.

Even though his brain is still slow, Fu Yue is still very familiar with cold weapons, not to mention they are still so dangerous.

Fu Yue blocked the dagger with his quick eyes and hands.

The sound of a sharp knife piercing flesh.

Listening to this made people feel chills in their backs, but Fu Yue's eyelids didn't even twitch, and she grabbed the other person's neck with her other hand.

Fu Yue is very strong.

There is no doubt that if she exerts a little force, it seems that she can break the other person's neck.

She opened her eyelids, a cold light leaked from her eyes, and said coldly: "Who sent you, and why do you want to assassinate me."

Wen Xian was facing the light, and his eyebrows were a little blurry. The pale sunlight shone in, and Fu Yue was so stabbed that he couldn't open his eyes, so that Fu Yue didn't recognize him for a while.

It was obvious that they were doing the most intimate things not long ago, but now they were immediately at each other's swords.

It's really ridiculous.

Fu Yue can't completely ignore the feeling from before even now.

The hand she held the dagger in was dripping with blood.

The bright red blood gradually slid down the silver dagger, and then disappeared into the brocade quilt.

Enchanting and charming colors.

Wen Xian turned his face slightly, and his exquisite and three-dimensional beautiful face was exposed in Fu Yue's eyes. His dark eyes stared at her coldly. Such a look could easily make people think of something cold and murderous. A ferocious beast.

There is no trace of the usual indifference or indifference.

Fu Yue: "???"

Wen Xian?

The beauty I slept with last night was actually Wen Xian?

...Why do we need to add the word "return"?

The boss fell silent.

Oh my god, my unloved little wife actually assassinated me!

Could it be that he was blaming me for neglecting him, and then grew to hate him out of love, and finally did something like this...

Oh my gosh, that's shocking!

Her Majesty's mind gradually went off track.

Wen Xian looked at Fu Yue's changing expressions and strangely understood her thoughts.

"..."

Just when Wen Xian was about to say something, Fu Yue directly raised his energy, slapped him on the chest with a cold face.

This palm is merciless.

It took Fu Yue eight or nine levels of skill.

If an ordinary person had received such a slap from her, he would have gone straight to the west and been invited to have tea by the Lord of Hell.

The empress's majestic and cold voice sounded in Wenxian's ears, with a hint of a faint smile.

"Don't be soft-hearted when assassinating people, my Lord Feng."

Slightly sarcastic.

Wen Xian raised his eyes in confusion, and he was disappointed to find out.

There was no trace of confusion or infatuation in the empress's beautiful and narrow peach blossom eyes, and she was calm to a certain extent.

Wen Xian, who was unprepared just now, was struck by Fu Yue's palm, and he was extremely angry.

He spat out a mouthful of blood.

The dagger in his hand gradually loosened, and Fu Yue threw the dagger away.

A crisp sound.

The dagger fell to the jade ground.

Fu Yue quickly put on her clothes, got out of bed, stepped on the ground with bare feet, and tied her belt.