"Do you want me to leave you behind? Let you stay behind?" Fuyao walked out of the carriage and handed his son to Yuanyou who was standing aside. "Take my son and leave first."
Yuanyou quickly took the little guy, got on his horse, and left quickly.
People from the Rakshasa Sect also followed and escorted the little guy to Fengtian.
Xiao Junze's people are waiting in the city.
"You are no match for this person..." Xie Yulan frowned and asked Fuyao to go with him.
"I'm looking down on your man." Fuyao was dissatisfied. "You follow Yuanyou and go first. I'll catch up soon. Be obedient."
"Impossible." Xie Yulan frowned.
"Lanlan...can you listen to me for once?" Fuyao smiled at Xie Yulan.
In a short period of time, with Fuyao around, those Gu insects did not dare to attack them.
Xie Yulan bit her lip, she had never seen Fuyao with such an expression.
Smiling, but unquestionable.
It is completely different from the usual coquettish and childish, fox-like appearance.
She couldn't refute it at all...
"I want to stay and protect you." Xie Yulan looked at Fuyao firmly.
"Be obedient." Fuyao pulled Xie Yulan for a kiss and spoke again with a smile. "I know who he is. He won't kill me. He just... just wants to stop me. I will be fine and will go find you." "
Fuyao has no bottom at all.
Not sure if I can escape.
After all, that person came in person...
If he couldn't escape, he could guess what that person would do to him.
Capture him and imprison him for life.
Before that, he must ensure the safety of Xie Yulan and the child.
"Do you have to leave me?" Xie Yulan's voice was hoarse.
"It's the time when Fengtian is employing people. Nothing can happen to you. Be obedient. You should be on the battlefield... instead of being trapped in the harem by me." Fuyao pulled Xie Yulan into his arms, his voice equally hoarse. "Xie Yulan, you are the only one in Fengtian. The female general is the daughter of the Kaishan King of Dayu and the princess of Yulan County. You should be on the battlefield..."
Instead of following him and being imprisoned.
"I am... your wife." Xie Yulan is a person with great ambitions. She cares about Fengtian and her monarch Xiao Junze.
But in front of Fuyao, she was just his wife.
"Be obedient, be good...go and protect our son. This little guy is my enemy, you have to protect him." Fuyao laughed. "I will catch up with you soon..."
"Fuyao... don't lie." Xie Yulan felt empty, he had no bottom.
She could guess that the person behind him would not kill Fuyao, but she didn't know how he would deal with Fuyao.
"Okay..." Fuyao let go of Xie Yulan and pushed her to the side of the horse.
Xie Yulan got on his horse, inexplicably...with tears in his eyes. "I'm waiting for you in Fengtian! You must come..."
Fuyao still had his signature smile and nodded to Xie Yulan.
Xie Yulan rode away quickly and looked back at Fuyao.
The smile on Fuyao's face gradually solidified, and he looked coldly at the mounds in the distance.
That person is right there.
Xiao Junze's letter came over, saying that the person behind Anmei Tower was his uncle, Young Master Jingchen, but he didn't believe it at first...
I have to believe it.
Here he comes.
"Now that I'm here, I really want to know how you want to deal with me." Fuyao sneered and secretly activated the Gu bell.
He wanted to try his best to fight him.
"Follow me." A hoarse voice came over. "Don't resist, you know, you are no match for me."
"My good uncle, my half-broken body and destroyed martial arts foundation are all thanks to you, right? Should I still kneel down to be grateful and thank you for not killing me?" Fuyao's eyes There is a strong chill.
The other party didn't say anything, but the surging Gu insects proved the other party's thoughts.
He will not let Fuyao go to Fengtian. He will not kill Fuyao, but he will also trap him.
Both of them are masters of poison control in southern Xinjiang, and both are direct disciples taught by the old man.
It's a pity... Fuyao has no foundation in martial arts, and is far behind in terms of endurance.
But even so, Jingchen still has to be wary of Fuyao's ability to control poison.
Too powerful...
This is the talent of bloodline.
"Poof!" Finally unable to hold on any longer, Fuyao fell to the ground and vomited blood.
The worms began to bite back.
Holding back the pain, beads of sweat fell to the ground.
He promised Xie Yulan... he must not break his promise.
At least, he can't die.
"Stop resisting. You know better than anyone the feeling of the poison's backlash." In the distance, the figure slowly approached.
His voice was hoarse, and it sounded like he had been injured or had been poisoned and his voice had been destroyed.
Fuyao looked up and wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth.
Even if the Gu insect bites him back, he will still fight to the death.
He kept holding his breath, waiting for the other party to enter his attack range.
Jingchen walked forward step by step, still wearing the black gown that Fuyao remembered, with a cold face.
Time has not left any traces on his face, but those eyes... seem to have gone through vicissitudes of life.
Fuyao's eyes were a little red, and his heart felt as if it was torn apart.
Once upon a time, his uncle, who he thought loved him the most, fed him poison with his own hands, destroying his foundation and missing the best opportunity for detoxification.
The planning has been going on till now, step by step, pulling him from the altar into the mud.
"Yao'er, come with me, uncle... won't hurt you." Jing Chen's voice became hoarse.
"Won't you harm me?" Fuyao laughed, a little out of control. "Who harmed me like this? Who used Ning He to poison me! Who has been plotting against me, deceiving me, and hurting me!"
Fuyao was shouting hoarse and hysterical. His eyes were red, but the tears stubbornly refused to come out, burning his eyes.
He couldn't accept it.
I really can't accept this fact.
Even after all these years, he had already guessed the clues.
But he has been deceiving himself, always trying to deceive himself, no...
Not uncle.
It doesn't matter who it is, not my uncle.
He even thought that he would accept it if it was his queen mother Agia, because Agia was naturally unruly and never took the Emperor of Southern Xinjiang seriously and never allowed the Emperor of Southern Xinjiang to stay in her palace.
He had long suspected that his life experience was definitely not that of the Emperor of Southern Xinjiang...
So he would rather doubt his mother than his uncle!
Jingchen's Adam's apple rolled, and some words were stuck in his throat, making him unable to speak at all.
He just watched Fuyao cry and roar.
His eyes were also red.
But he concealed it very well.
"Why? Is this world really so good? Why!" Fuyao was dissatisfied.
He just refuses to accept it!
What’s so good about this world!
"Yaoer... there are too many things that you don't understand..." Jingchen took another step forward. He had stopped controlling Fuyao and raised his hand to comfort Fuyao.
Fuyao's eyes darkened, and he took the opportunity to use all his strength to control the Gu insect and bite Jing Chen back.
Jingchen's wrist was bitten by Fuyao's snake, he frowned and backed away, slowly gathering strength.
Fuyao used his last chance, but still couldn't hit the vital point.
He can't kill Jingchen...
Fuyao vomited blood again, and his eyes turned dark. "We... have broken all ties."
"Shao'er..."
"Don't call me!" Fuyao roared and backed away.
Behind him, the people from Rakshasa Gate and Anmei Tower were still fighting.
Almost all the people in Fuyao died under the sword of Anmei Tower.
"Young Master... our young master, please ask your subordinates... to give this to you." A black-clad Rakshasa leader tried his best to protect Fuyao and handed the bone whistle to Fuyao.