In fact, revenge is just the reason to let Han Sanqian live. For Su Yingxia, Han Sanqian's survival is the blessing among her misfortunes.
Fuli was silent for a moment and said, "Have you really thought about it?"
Su Yingxia nodded: "On the wedding day, I hope you will do me one last favor and kill me, okay?"
"But..." Fuli hesitated, which was contrary to their original plan.
"If I are put under house arrest by them, marry the Gusu family, and then be controlled until I give birth to a true god, Futian's status as the patriarch will be even more unshakable. Although killing me will not do you and Fumang any good, it will
It will be very harmful to Futian. Aren’t the enemy’s disadvantages actually your advantages?”
Fuli nodded: "Okay, I promise you."
At this time, Han Sanqian and Xiao Tao had already traveled a day's journey. Of course he hoped to rush to Tianlong City without stopping, but he also knew that the Four Dragons needed to rest after a long flight.
Xiaobai and Linlong have consumed a lot of energy because of the original battle with the Wushu Sect, and now they are almost falling asleep in their bodies. If even the four dragons are exhausted, Han Sanqian can really only use his legs to walk to Tianlong.
City.
Besides, Xiao Tao has no cultivation, but she has been running around for days and nights. She needs rest even more.
The two temporarily settled down in Dacheng, which was still two days away from Tianlong City.
When they arrived at the inn, Han Sanqian Xiaotao sat down. At this time, a young master and a few losers walked in swaggeringly.
As soon as the shopkeeper saw him, he immediately came up to him and said, "Hey, isn't this Uncle Zhang? What brought you here? Come on, come on, sit inside, sit inside."
The young master thanked him proudly, and under the guidance of the shopkeeper, he sat on an elegant seat in the center of the hall. At this time, several waiters in the shop were serving tea, pouring water, and doing so in every possible way.
Serve.
Han Sanqian didn't think much and just drank tea by himself.
Some people started to become dissatisfied.
"Damn, what do you mean by a bunch of snobbish dogs now? They all went to serve Zhang Yongjin and don't treat us as guests, right?"
"Isn't that right? I was just fucking ordering food, and the damn waiter suddenly ran over to pour tea for Zhang Yongjin. What does this mean?"
"Okay, two brothers, don't be upset. Who made Zhang Yongjin different from what he used to be? Now he is not the Zhang Yongjin he used to be. His status and background are now extraordinary."
When talking about this, some people immediately said disdainfully: "Huh, what's so unusual? Doesn't his cousin Gu Suzhan just want to marry a shabby shoe? Look at the people who are proud of them, that is, the people in their family can marry someone.
A broken shoe is considered a beautiful thing, but for me, it would be a personal loss."
"That's right. I heard that the person who found the broken shoes was a loser, and she shamelessly gave birth to a child for that loser. A woman like this is a rare talent in their family." Another person agreed.
"Actually, don't say that. In any case, now that the two major families have joined forces, their strength is naturally different. Besides, that woman is not as bad as you said. After all, she is a woman who can give birth to a true god.
She’s also very beautiful.”
"Beautiful? What's the point of being beautiful? According to me, she's just a bitch."
"Hey, brother Lin, you have to be careful when you speak. If Zhang Yongjin hears what you say, it will inevitably cause trouble again."
"What? What I said is the truth, are you afraid of him?"
At this time, Han Sanqian frowned and turned around to look: "You three, who is this woman you are talking about?"
The leader glanced at Han Sanqian, took a sip of wine disdainfully, and said coldly: "Who else could it be? A bitch from the Fu clan, Fuyao."
Han Sanqian's face suddenly turned iron, and his eyes were full of murderous intent. He could do anything, but if Su Yingxia was half-hearted, Han Sanqian could protect his shortcomings to the extreme.
Sensing Han Sanqian's murderous intent, the leader couldn't help but swallowed: "Brother, you don't have anything to do with the Fushi clan, do you?"
Han Sanqian smiled coldly: "I have nothing to do with them."
"Ahem, that's enough." The leader let out a deep breath. Although he said he wasn't afraid, could he really not be afraid? If he was really not afraid, why wouldn't he even dare to offend Zhang Yongjin?!
"But I am the trash you call me." Han Sanqian smiled evilly.
Han Sanqian's smile made the man feel numb, but soon he realized that if Han Sanqian was Fuyao's useless husband in the blue world, then what did he have to fear?
How could people in his dignified Bafang world be afraid of a loser?!
Thinking of this, he smiled with relief and looked at Han Sanqian's hair mockingly: "Tsk, tsk, so you are that bitch's good-for-nothing husband. I see that your hair is indeed green."
"Haha, yes, Gu Suzhan has said something. In three days, he will severely humiliate Fuyao." Another person who had been echoing him also laughed at this time.
