He was dressed in white, like a fairy and snow, clean and untainted by dust.??    ??

There was only his own shadow in his dark eyes. At that moment, Fu Ling's eyes became brighter and brighter, as if her savior had appeared.

"No...no injuries?" Yes, no injuries.

Fu Ling learned from the owner of the Colosseum yesterday that this handsome man, like a god, was named Xue Wushang, and his name was as clean as he was.

"Save...save me, save me..." Fu Ling slowly held the corner of his wide robe, as if he had grabbed a life-saving straw, and held it so hard that even if he kept vomiting blood from his mouth, she didn't care about anything.

Xue Wushun's indifferent expression was like the ice of the mountains, "Did you ask me to save you?"

Xue Wushu slowly bent down, and his evil face approached Fu Ling.

The two of them had only five centimeters of lips and teeth.

Looking at the handsome face in front of him, Fu Ling, who was on the verge of death, still felt a young girl like a deer bumping into her.

She nodded softly, her eyes becoming more and more confused, "No harm, can you save me? I want to be... your woman..."

"Be the woman of my deity?" Xue Wushen smiled before reaching her eyes, but her pair of peach blossom eyes stared at Fu Ling, her tone so soft that it seemed that water could drip out, "Do you love me?"

"Love..." Fu Ling nodded in a terrible way, "I love it very much."

When she first saw Xue Wushang from the Colosseum, she fell in love with him. Although she didn't know his identity or his name at that time, this did not hinder her girl's thoughts of loving spring.

"You are willing to love what I ask you to do?"

"Well, I would like to be your woman, you can do anything you can."

Xue Wushen suddenly smiled, as if the pear blossoms were blooming, but there was a hint of coldness in his smile, "Then give me your hands."

"Hmm? What?" Fu Ling didn't hear clearly. Suddenly, a blood mist rose in front of her eyes. She screamed in pain with a "Ah!"

When she realized what she had given birth, she looked down and saw that her hands were gone.

‘Bang!’ The broken hands fell in front of her from the air. Fu Ling was completely frightened and quickly retreated, “Ahhh, my hand, my hand!”

The pain and fear made Fu Ling close to collapse.

Xue Wushen's hands hooked her chin, and her tone was charming, "Didn't you say you love me and love me so much that you want you to do whatever you want? If I want your hands, should you give it to me, or... are you lying to me?"

"No..." Fu Ling made a powerless voice, "You...you did it on purpose!"

Xue Wushang shook her head away and stepped on her broken hand with his feet. "What I hate the most is the touch of other women. You have angered me."

He had already set his sights on these hands when he was in the Colosseum.

Fu Ling touched his face and threatened to let him be her man. How could he bear such insults and teasings by Xue Wushang?

"Who are you?"

"I want to know who I am? Haha, you can see who I am." Xue Wushen smiled enchantingly.

Fu Ling only felt that this man was too unique. Although his methods were so ruthless, he could laugh so beautifully.

When Fu Ling heard the movement and turned to look, her pupils suddenly shrank!
Chapter completed!