However, Nan Lingqi seemed not to have heard anything. His slender white fingers casually slid across the queen's exposed collarbone and said lightly: "Isn't it as you saw? Why don't you step back~"

Fusang was stunned for a moment. She probably didn't expect Nan Lingqi to answer so calmly. She thought the other party would at least give her an explanation.

The queen, who was gently caressed by Nan Lingqi, let out a low groan | Oh, then stared with a pair of red phoenix eyes and shouted: "The emperor has already spoken, Fusang, why don't you back down!"

However, Fuso remained motionless, staring sharply at the two of them.

The queen's face darkened, and there was murderous intent in her eyes. She took a golden walking stick from her head and shot it towards Fusang.

Suddenly, the golden steps shook through the wind and flew away.

Hearing a "whistle" sound, Jin Buyao was about to stab Fusang in the face, but she did not move at all, and her eyes gradually turned red, as if they were soaked in blood.

Suddenly, a violent energy burst out from her whole body, and then the golden step waved in the air and stopped in front of Fusang's eyes, as if it was frozen.

"You, you are..." The queen was startled by the scene in front of her and shrank in Nan Lingqi's arms.

But before she could finish her words, Fusang frowned, a red light seemed to shine out of his eyes, and the queen shuddered and fainted.

The next second, she was approaching like lightning, and her slender fingers fell on the queen's neck, squeezing her tightly, as if she was going to crush the queen to death.

"What are you doing?" shouted a loud voice.

The second after Fusang took action, Nan Lingqi raised his big palm and split her jade hand, then pulled the queen's body back and blocked her behind.

Fusang's eyes were cold, "Qi, didn't you say that the woman you love most in your life is me? Now, I just want to kill someone I hate, but you don't want to?"

Nan Lingqi frowned and said solemnly: "Fusang, you are just messing around. She is the queen and the mother of Tianchen Kingdom!"

"Haha~ She is the mother of the country, your queen?" Fusang suddenly laughed up to the sky, then tilted his head and asked in a conspiratorial manner: "What about me, what am I?"

Nan Lingqi: "..."

The corner of Fusang's lips curled up, and his smile became colder. "Qi, I helped you kill so many people. Now, I just want to kill this woman. You can't help me?"

"Fuso, you clearly know that I..."

Before Nan Lingqi could finish speaking, Fusang interrupted: "Qi, you want to say that she controls your country, and her life and death is related to your future, right?"

After a pause, he added: "But what about me? How many times have I risked my life and death for your country, am I still not as good as her? It's a pity that I don't have a powerful father."

"Or maybe it's because I'm a demon and don't even have the qualifications to be a human being. How can I be compared with you, and how can I expect to be with you for the rest of my life."

"But Qi~ you promised that the person you love most is me. If you really love me, then let me kill her once!"

After saying that, in the blink of an eye, Fusang's nails suddenly became sharp and pointed, like a sharp blade stabbing towards the queen's chest.

"Stop it, Fusang, stop it!" Nan Lingqi yelled.

Then, he subconsciously pulled out the soft sword on the bedside and swung it at Fusang. The sword was so ferocious that he forced Fusang to take a step back.

Fusang staggered, her chest hit the corner of the table, and blood immediately soaked out. However, she gritted her teeth and covered it with her cloak, and then stood up slowly.

He turned around and looked directly at Nan Lingqi, "The more you protect her, the more I want to kill her. What should I do, Qi~ I really want to kill her~"

The words fell as softly as snowflakes, and the coldness in her tone seemed to say that even if she risked her life, she would not stop until she killed the queen today.

Perhaps Nan Lingqi had never seen such an angry Fusang. He was slightly startled, and then the light in his eyes became darker and colder, "Then what do I want to protect?"

"Then you kill me~" Fusang replied clearly.

Then, when she was flying into the air, when she was just a few feet away from killing the queen, a cold light flashed before her eyes, and she heard a "plop" sound, and the sword blade passed through her chest.

In mid-air, Fuso's figure froze, then fell to the ground and knocked over the table and chairs. She did not look at the place where the blood was gushing out, nor did she frown because of the pain.

She just looked at Nan Lingqi from a distance, with a broken light in her eyes, and said dullly: "Qi, have you really changed~ Or have you always been like this, and I didn't see it clearly?"

Nan Lingqi still held the sword in his hand, and a drop of blood dripped from the tip of the sword onto his plain pajamas, rendering a delicate hibiscus flower.

His eyes narrowed for a moment, then he turned his head and said without any emotion: "No one can destroy my country, including you!"

Fusang stood up tremblingly, covering her chest and laughing, but crystal tears fell from the corners of her eyes, "Okay, Fusang understands~" After that, she quickly turned around and left.

I don't know if it was an illusion, but the moment Fusang left, Murong Qianqian seemed to see endless pain in Nan Lingqi's eyes.

But that kind of pain was extremely depressing, as if he was forcing himself to be indifferent, but it spread more and more unscrupulously.

With a "bang~" sound, Fusang slammed the door and walked out.

The moment she stepped out of the threshold, her figure swayed and blood spat out from her mouth.

With the bright lightning, Murong Qianqian saw a huge pool of blood on the ground, and couldn't help but sigh to herself, this vixen was different, she even had more blood than an ordinary person.

If they were this group of people, if they vomited so much blood, they would have already lost too much blood and hung branches. But look at the fusang...

He raised his eyebrows and looked, only to see that the blood-stained figure staggered twice and was about to faint.

Murong Qianqian was anxious and started to rush out to lend a helping hand, but at this moment, a figure flashed at the open door and Nan Lingqi rushed out.

At the same time, Xuanyuan Yao saw this and quickly hugged Murong Qianqian and dodged into the darkness.

Nan Lingqi hugged Fusang who had fainted. His face was as pale as a piece of white paper, and his brows were knitted tightly together, "Fusang, Fusang?"

No one responded.

Nan Lingqi tensed her fingers, then raised her hand to pull off Fusang's clothes, and found that there was not only the wound he had just stabbed on her chest, but also another deep and wide wound.

Scarlet blood leached out bit by bit, instantly dyeing the snow-white skin red. What made Nan Lingqi even more alarmed was that the wound began to fester around it.
Chapter completed!