"Your Majesty, don't forget that I am not your subject! I am the prince of Rouran Kingdom, and you invited me here. If you dare to kill me, how will you explain to my father, the emperor, and my queen?"
"Pull it down, pull it down right now..."
"Let Fang Fei go, let her go..."
Andre's shouts were dragged further and further away by the guards. Fangfei collapsed on the ground, losing her last hope. She didn't even notice the cold sword tip scratching her neck to bleed.
Luojia's eyes flashed with anger: "How dare you run away? You are a sacrifice to God, how dare you despise the supreme God and my northern country..."
There is no way to escape. Luojia is a born black and white man who restricts his own life. No matter how hard he struggles, he can't escape from his Wuzhishan. Fangfei angrily retaliates: "What great gods? You are the real heretics, you are ignorant and cruel
The savages..."
The tip of the sword moved forward, and blood fell drop by drop on the snow-white gauze. The severe pain caused by the metal cutting through the skin destroyed the person's will. Fangfei was forced to lower her head and looked at the white gauze, which looked like a few red plums blooming.
"How dare you speak so harshly!"
The pain was so devastating that Fangfei fell to her knees: "Father, father... please have mercy, I don't want to be burned to death..."
Father! Father!
Luojia was shocked and stared closely at the girl kneeling at his feet. The flower crown on her head was scattered, and the gauze on her chest was stained red with blood - she turned out to be his adopted daughter. It was originally a joke, a
It's a prank played by the victor, isn't it? This ugly girl, after so many years, actually called herself "Father" again!
He laughed, tilted the tip of the sword, and heard a ticking sound in his ears. A drop of water bent a green grass beside him, and Fangfei realized that he was dripping with water. It turned out that he took a shortcut and swam from the moat to chase her.
of.
She raised her face, looked at the cruel smile in his eyes, her palms were covered with sweat, and pitifully made her last plea: "Father...please..."
His body suddenly shook, and the hand holding the sword trembled violently.
Just as a group of guards were about to surround him, he shouted: "Back off, all of you, step back and exit this forest. No one is allowed to come in."
The guards were at a loss, looked at each other, and then retreated.
The woods were silent. Luojia couldn't bear it any longer. He tilted his body and his sword fell to the ground with a clang. He also fell to the ground, his whole body was shaken, and his teeth were chattering with the cold. He knew that his
People with cold syndrome must not swim, but when he learned that she was missing, he had completely lost his mind. How dare she run! How dare she! Therefore, he completely forgot about his cold syndrome and chased after her at all costs.
He took a shortcut and swam across the river with his guards. Because of his anger, no one dared to stop him or even remind him. He was so angry that he completely forgot about the illness he might encounter.
At this time, the scorching sun was in the sky, but he was shivering with cold, and his mouth was unclear: "It's cold, it's so cold to death... Brocade quilt, brocade quilt..."
A piece of grass, where did the brocade quilt come from? There was only him lying on the ground, soaking the green grass all over the ground.
Fang Fei was overjoyed to get the chance to escape. She was about to turn around and run away when a pair of big hands grabbed her ankle tightly: "It's cold, I'm so cold..." The ankle was so smooth, filled with the warmth of the sun, and his cold hands were like
When you get close to the sun, if you exert force, it won't let go.
Fang Fei was pulled to the ground by this big hand. In an instant, she was turned around and held in his arms, tightly pressed against his chest, as if he wanted to suck all the heat from her body.
Intense fear surged into her throat, Fang Fei's throat rattled, her hands were imprisoned, she couldn't resist at all, and could only resign herself to fate.
His Majesty the Northern Emperor, who was struggling to his death, only hugged - he only hugged and did nothing else, just like the previous few times, as if she was just his human heater and belonged to him alone. Every time he got sick, he would
To hug like this——
Fang Fei felt a little relieved, but this hug was different from when she was a child, and even different from the last hug in the Holy Virgin House. At that time, the house was so dark and covered with brocade quilts, and he was completely unconscious.
Xiao Renshi; but today, he kept moaning, his hands were like iron hoops, and he wanted to crush her whole body into pieces and embed her into his body.