pa Fu likes it, what kind of background doesn't matter."Han He nodded in agreement, "That's true."Half an hour later.The speedboat docked at the pier closest to the Imperial Mansion.The YunTu connecte..."Yun Tuo, withdraw."
A low, gravelly voice broke the silence, like a thin, cold wire slicing through stillness.
Yun Tuo tilted his head to look, and saw the man holding Mu Xing, lost in grief. He was slowly lifting his head, which had been bowed low. Dim light shone on his pale and handsome face.
His expression was filled with sorrow and despair, his bloodshot eyes devoid of all glimmer, like a dying man.
Yun Tuo gritted his teeth, suppressing the burning anger in his chest, retracted his gun, and retreated behind Fu Ye. However, he couldn't bear to look at Mu Xing, so he turned away with red-rimmed eyes.
Fu Lingxiao looked at Qiao Daishan, his bloodshot eyes veiled in mist, filled with icy determination.
"Save Xing'er, and I will submit to whatever you wish. Kill me or torture me as you please. You can do it right now!"
He still remembered the records in the ancient medical books, that a medicine man not only lived forever himself but also could cure any poison by drinking his blood and bring the dead back to life by eating his heart.
He didn't believe it before, but now, he's willing to believe, only hoping that heaven would give his star a glimmer of hope.
He could give up revenge, and he could offer his own life with both hands to his enemy.
He could even give up Xing'er...
As long as his star child can live.
Drenched in extreme remorse, Qiao Daishan suddenly raised his eyes and met Fu Lingxiao's gaze. His pale and lonely face, etched with pain like waves receding.
In its place, is wrath!
Indignation!
He poured his heart and soul into it, yet failed to achieve his goal. Why could Fu Lingxiao get it so easily!
Xing'er was still thinking of him even as she died. What about this man was worth Xing'er giving so much
Qiao Daishan was covered in blood, his battered body radiating a thick, sinister aura, like a demon crawling out of hell!
The murderous intent in his eyes was like magma rolling and burning beneath a volcano. The next second, he raised his hand fiercely!
Three ice needles flew out of his sleeve, carrying a chilling killing intent, attacking Fu Lingxiao!
Fu Lingxiao did not dodge or evade, he only lowered his eyes, gazing softly at the girl in his arms. A faint arc appeared on his thin lips, "Baby, I love you…"
The moment the ice needle pierced her brow, it suddenly stopped!
Qiao Daishan's face was grim, his jaw clenched tight with a menacing line. He was trembling all over from the effort of restraining himself.
He really wanted to reduce Fu Lingxiao to ashes, to vent his hatred!
But he couldn't....
Xing'er regarded Fu Lingxiao more important than herself. He had already pushed Xing'er to this point, how could he bear to hurt her any further…
Her hatred for him was already immense, one more ounce and he would be unable to bear it...
The ice needle vanished into thin air.
Jiao Daishan slumped and spoke: "Put Xing'er on the ground."
Fu Lingxiao had no time to wonder why Qiao Daishan suddenly changed his mind and didn't kill him. Hearing this, he instinctively tightened his arms around Mu Xing.
How can you bear to let go.
He wished he could hold her, embrace her, and die with her in each other's arms for eternity.
Joe Daishan saw that he wasn't reacting, and urged coldly: "Hurry up! Xing'er injected herself with the medicine, it will corrode her body, it'll be too late!"
Fu Lingxiao's eyes trembled fiercely, and he leaned down to press a soft kiss on Mu Xing's icy lips. Despite the myriad of reluctance in his heart, he still resolutely placed her on the ground.
Qiao Daishan clenched his fist tightly, the knife wound piercing his palm burst open, fresh blood gushing out again.
"Reach out your hand!"
Fu Lingxiao's mind was filled with thoughts of saving the little star, so he immediately acted, stretching out his hand.
Joe Tai Shan dripped blood onto his palm, gathering it into a small puddle, “You, drink this!”
Upon hearing this, Fu Lingxiao only then suddenly reacted.
The blood of a medicine man can cure any poison...
Qiao Daishan wanted to save him, he knew, because of Xing'er.
This antidote... was bought with Xing'er's life.
For Xing'er's sake, he could abandon his revenge against Qiao Daishan without hesitation. But he couldn't bring himself to do it, to survive by drinking the blood of his enemy!
Deep down, his inherent strength and bloodiness wouldn't allow him to do that!
Fu Lingxiao's eyes were locked in a deep, unyielding gaze as if a million jun of jade had shattered. His fingers slowly loosened, and blood trickled down between them.
Qiao Daishan's face darkened, killing intent surged around him once more. His voice was as cold and sharp as ice from a thousand years past, "This blood belongs to Xing'er. If you dare waste even a single drop, I will kill you instantly!"
Star's blood…
Fu Lingxiao hastily retracted his fingers, his blood-red eyes trembling. He looked at the girl on the ground through the rising mist in his eyes, gritted his teeth, and brought the blood in his palm to his lips, tilting his head slightly to swallow it.
"Master Fu, someone is here!"
Behind them, Yun Tuo suddenly whispered a reminder.
Fu Lingxiao used his finger to wipe the bloodstains from his lips, turned around and looked up, a large amphibious assault ship sailed in from the sea in the distance.
He narrowed his cold eyes and asked Yun Tuo, "Do you know who it is"
Yun Tuo stared intently and replied, “When I came over, I took a look. It was the amphibious assault ship 'Poseidon' of the Royal Navy of Country Y. Someone who could mobilize the Poseidon must be a member of the royal family. I don’t know exactly who it is, but judging by this formation, I’m afraid the visitor is not friendly.”
HMS Neptune, one of the most advanced warships of its kind in the world, can not only carry hundreds of personnel but also deliver its weaponry to any corner of the globe that needs it. It is also equipped with the largest and most sophisticated combat command system in the history of the Royal Navy.
Its deployment, enough to foreshadow a great battle imminent!
Fu Lingxiao's eyes flashed a cold light, and he coldly moved his thin lips: "Leave two teams to protect Mu Xing, the rest equip weapons, follow me!"
Both teams' fighters immediately stood face-to-face, shoulder to shoulder, forming two tight human walls to protect Mu Xing and Qiao Daishan.
Yun Tuo, with the remaining people, followed Old Master Fu towards the sandy beach by the sea...
……
Inside the human wall.
"Star…"
Joe Daishan's touch lingered on the girl's delicate, cold features. His gaze was deep and gentle, yet tinged with an unconscious pain and entanglement.
She was like a vibrant poppy entwined around his heart, the most beautiful poison in this world. Even though she bore thorns that pierced deeply into his flesh, drawing blood freely, he couldn't resist her allure, hopelessly ensnared.
Perhaps, from the moment he touched forbidden territory, he was destined to be forever trapped.
"I've lost to you again, Xing'er... In this world, only you can make me lose so completely..."
Qiao Daishan's lips curled into a bitter smile, his blood-stained hand slowly touching his chest.
Fingers pierced through the torn fabric, like blades slicing inch by inch into flesh, tearing open a bloody gash!
Blood flowed freely...
He seemed to feel no pain, his hand reaching into the blood hole. With a stoic expression, he snapped the ribs, grasped the slowly beating heart, and ripped it out with force...
……
On the sandy beach.
A cold wind blew.
Fu Lingxiao's tall figure stood proudly, unmoved by the wind.
Yun Tuo stood beside him, holding a gun. Behind him, soldiers lined up in battle formation, ready to fight!
A white attack vessel rode the towering waves, halting at a distance from the islands. From afar, it resembled a monstrous whale lurking on the surface of the sea.
Fu Zheng, who was rescued after a plane crash, stood at the railing of the deck with a crutch, his body soaked wet. Beside him stood another man.
A suit of smoke-grey morning attire, with a black top hat on his head and a wooden umbrella in his hand, the standard dress of a Y country royal aristocrat.er arms and guessed it was a gift for Madam Fu. She immediately hatched a plan...Mu Xing was using her gaze to search for the figure of her little uncle, and suddenly she felt someone bump into her.Mu...