Chapter 627： Sitting on the country and beauty (46)

Fu Yue was still not sober.

There was a pair of cold hands holding her face, gentle but powerful.

Immediately after.

A lingering kiss.

Fu Yue's mind has not been sober all the time, maybe because the breath of this person is too familiar, and there is a sense of peace of mind that she can't tell. She neglected for a while and forgot to take precautions.

Until a cold dagger hit her neck.

Cold light flashed.

Minor pain.

Even if his mind is still dull, Fu Yue is still very familiar with cold weapons, not to mention it is still so dangerous.

Fu Yue quickly blocked the dagger with his hand.

The sound of a sharp knife into the flesh.

It made people feel cold behind the back, but Fu Yue didn't even jump her eyelids, and pinched the opponent's neck with her other hand.

Fu Yue has great strength.

There is no doubt that if she uses a little bit of force, she seems to be able to choke off the opponent's neck.

She opened her eyelids, a cold light leaked from the bottom of her eyes, and said coldly: "Who sent you here and why did you assassinate me."

Wen Xian was facing the light, his eyebrows were a little fuzzy, and the pale sunlight shone in, and Fu Yue was stabbed a little bit unable to open his eyes, so that Fu Yue did not recognize him for a while.

Obviously they were doing the most intimate things not long ago, but now they are facing each other immediately.

It's really ridiculous.

Fu Yue couldn't even completely ignore the feeling before.

The hand she held the dagger was dripping blood.

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

Enchanting and charming colors.

Wen Xian turned his face slightly, that exquisite and three-dimensional beautiful face was exposed to Fu Yue's eyes. The dark eyes were staring at her coldly. Such a look makes people easily think of something cold and murderous. Fierce beast.

There is no half of the indifference in the weekdays.

Fu Yue: "???"

Smell the string?

The beauty I slept last night is still smelling the strings?

...Why add a word for return?

The boss fell silent.

God, my unloved little wife actually assassinated me!

Could it be that he blamed me for neglecting him, and because of love and hatred, he finally did something like this...

Oh my god, it's shocking!

Her Majesty's brain gradually deviated from the track.

Seeing Fu Yue's constantly changing face, Wen Xian understood her thoughts strangely.

"..."

Just when Wen Xian was about to say something, Fu Yue directly boosted his energy, cold face, and slapped his chest with a palm.

This palm is merciless.

Use Fu Yue's full eight or nine layers of skill.

If ordinary people received such a palm from her, they would have returned to the west, and they would have been invited to have tea by Lord Yan.

The majestic and cold voice of the female emperor rang in Wen Xian's ears, with a faint smile.

"You can't relent in assassination, my Fengjun."

There is a slight irony.

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

In the beautiful narrow peach eyes of the female emperor, there was no half-distraction, and she was calm to a certain extent.

The unsuspecting Wen Xiansheng just received the palm of Fu Yue, plus his heart attack.

He vomited blood directly.

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

A crisp sound.

The dagger fell on the jade ground.

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