Chapter 636 Sitting on the Land and the Beauty (55)

Nice line of "I just lost to you".

In front of the one he loved, Wen Xian lowered his head for the first time, letting go of his pride and what little self-esteem he had left.

I am willing to bow my head for you.

Although he didn't want to admit it, Wen Xian did think so in his heart.

What a bloody feud.

What an imperial throne.

He doesn't want either.

…

But looking at it from Fu Yue’s perspective.

This man, her nominal husband, is just an assassin who wants to kill her. She can't even tell whether what this man is telling is the truth or a lie.

Hear what Xian said.

She didn'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, what should I do with you?"

Wen Xian: "Let your Majesty do whatever you want."

His expression was still indifferent. Even though he clearly expressed his feelings, 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 mess with him!

If Wen Xian's attitude and tone were a little softer and he didn't have such a coffin face, Fu Yue might actually be able to let him go with mercy.

As for now.

Fu Yue just wanted to kill him.

As a king of a large country, Fu Yue was well versed in the ways of an emperor and naturally knew how to torture his enemies.

Killing must be punished.

Breaking down his psychological defenses, destroying the most cherished things in his heart, and severely mashing the softest corner of his heart is like cutting off a person's last life-saving straw.

Watching him fall into the abyss.

Stand back and watch.

To be honest, Fu Yue was tempted by her own thoughts.

Yeah, yeah, so excited, so excited.

I really want to see the beautiful woman fight to the death 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 cripple you. I will send someone to pick you up tomorrow." Heavenly Prison.”

"As for the days ahead."

"Wenxian, you can take care of yourself."

After saying that, Fu Yue walked away with a flick of his sleeves, and the corner of his black clothes disappeared in an instant.

If it weren't for the faint scent of ambergris still lingering in the humid air, Wen Xian would have thought that all this was just a dream.

Ji Lan won't kill him? Are you going to let him go?

Doubt appeared slightly on the man's fair and beautiful face, and a hint of disapproval flashed in his glass-like eyes.

What Ji Lan did this time... was really inappropriate.

How could you let the assassin go if you caught him? How could she not understand that when the spring breeze blows, the grass grows again without eradicating the roots?

But it is undeniable.

Fu Yue's decision made Wen Xian feel a secret joy uncontrollably in his heart.

She won't kill him?

Could it be because of a trace of reluctance?

Wen Xian didn't dare to have too many extravagant hopes. He thought he would die before, but he only had a humble wish.

Hope she won't forget him.

Unable to control his thoughts, a strange blush appeared on the man's fair and beautiful side face. He was incredibly beautiful, but against his pale skin, there was a fragile and delicate beauty.

This evening.

Wen Xian had a dream.

In the dream, he and Fu Yue were both standing on the city wall, with no one around. It was raining heavily and rapidly, and the sound of rain seemed particularly lonely in this autumn.

They were all soaked to the skin.

Her smile was gentle and addictive, but the dagger she held in her hand pierced deeply into his heart.