March is like a snap of the fingers.

The streets of Liuyun Kingdom were bustling with activity. Compared with the Liuyun Kingdom in the past, the current imperial city was full of powerful people, all coming for this wedding ceremony.

Fuchen walked behind Xiao Qinghan, with a smile in his eyes. His face was full of smiles, and he never took his eyes away from Qinghan's body.

Just then

A figure suddenly jumped behind Qinghan, stretched out his devil's hand and grabbed Qinghan.

At this time, Xiao Qinghan didn't know anything. Her eyes were completely attracted by some strange gadgets in front of her, and she had no idea that someone had reached out to her.

Fuchen's expression suddenly changed and he rushed forward.

The old man in front also obviously noticed Fuchen behind him. With a sneer on his lips, he turned around and landed a powerful punch on Fuchen's chest. In an instant, Fuchen's whole body flew out.

He fell to the ground in embarrassment.

Qinghan finally noticed the movement behind her, she turned around, and for a moment, Fuchen's figure falling from the sky made her eyes red.

Her pupils tightened and her tone was stern, "Brother Fuchen"

At the same time, in the princess's palace, a man was dressed in white, as calm as snow, with a slight arc on the corner of his lips, staring at the girl standing not far away among the beasts, with a pair of cold eyes full of gentleness.

The light, like the girl in front of him, is the whole world in his eyes.

Sudden

A cold breath came from behind, making Nan Xian's face become slightly solemn.

The little girl poked out a little head from behind, "Master"

"Let's go."

Nan Xian picked up Xiao Qing, glanced at Feng Ruqing not far away again, turned around and walked towards the outside of the princess's mansion.

Outside the house, there is a remote and quiet path, where the white robes of Nanxian are more beautiful than the snow, and the breeze slowly stops.

Standing in front of him was a middle-aged man.

The man had a sneer on his face and looked at Nan Xian with a rather arrogant look.

"As expected of Master Nanxian of Tianshen Mansion, how did you discover me?" The middle-aged man did not run away, but looked at Nanxian with a mocking look on his face.

Nan Xian's face was expressionless, "Your scent is two extremes from Qing'er's. If I wasn't stupid, I wouldn't have been able to detect it."

"Haha," the middle-aged man sneered, "Then why didn't you attack me when we were at the princess's residence?"

Nan Xian said calmly, "There are three days left for Qing'er and I's wedding. I have been preparing for this wedding for three months. I will not allow anyone to disturb her interest during this period."

"Hahaha."

The middle-aged man laughed wildly twice, and the laughter was full of mockery, "As expected of Mr. Nanxian of Lingshenmen, my master said that Mr. Nanxian should be a guest at Lingshenmen."

"What if I refuse?"

"Mr. Nanxian," the middle-aged man sneered, "do you still remember the two little guys next to Feng Ruqing? One is named Fuchen and the other is Qinghan. If you don't come with us, I'm afraid...

The lives of these two little guys are gone.”

Nan Xian's eyes turned cold, and the cold air around him became stronger and stronger, making the whole sky look a bit windy and cold.

"The Lingshen Sect wants to touch Qing'er"
Chapter completed!