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How deep is this woman's cultivation?
The three people looked at each other. They did not escape. If they failed the mission, they would die. If they stayed and fought with her, they might still survive.
They attacked again, and a sneer appeared on Ye Fuxun's lips, "Then, I'll send you on your way."
The three of them rushed over together. Ye Fuxun raised his sword to resist. One of them quickly turned to the side. The long knife he was holding stabbed diagonally from the side. Ye Fuxun turned his sword to deflect it.
The moment the swords crossed each other, flames shot out, and there were endless cries, accompanied by layers of murderous intent that swept the sky and the earth.
The trees on the roadside swayed and swayed vigorously, and the horse hiding in the distance neighed and ran away.
Ye Fuxun had no time to think about it. She was fighting with three people. It was supposed to be a quick victory, but a bunch more came.
Those people were flying in one after another, like crucian carp crossing the river. Are they determined not to stop until they kill her?
Ye Fuxun never expected that he would encounter an ambush here, and there were more and more killers.
Even, they knew about her arrival, so who arranged all this?
She fought hard, the sword passed by and blood flew.
The fallen figures were one after another, and they gradually became cold, and her eyes turned red.
When everyone was killed, she held her sword and stood among a pile of corpses, looking at the dim light of the sunset and the mist.
A man came on horseback from the light. He was wearing a golden and luxurious brocade robe and a dazzling hair crown.
His handsome face was looming in the light, getting closer and closer, and his facial features gradually became clearer.
It was the person she was most familiar with—Ji Mingxuan.
He was riding on a tall horse, wearing a golden phoenix robe, with a bright crown shining brightly. His handsome face was shrouded in the mist. Ye Fuxun looked up. She looked at the familiar person and felt that he was an illusion.
Yes, his existence seems unreal.
"Huh." He reined in his horse and stopped not far from her, looking down at her like this.
Ye Fuxun stood there and looked up, her hand holding the sword tightly, her eyes a little turbulent, it was surprise.
"Ji Mingxuan?" She called his name.
The man sitting on the horse looked at the emperor's wife, whom he had not seen for a long time, and smiled.
His handsome face was covered with a layer of mist, and deep in his sharp eyes, there were emotions that others could not understand.
What kind of expression is that? Ye Fuxun can't understand.
Ji Mingxuan got off his horse and walked over. The people following him shouted, "Your Majesty."
They are his bodyguards, and he has become emperor?
Ye Fuxun froze, he actually became the emperor of the Southern Kingdom, so fast!
The situation in the Southern Kingdom was changing, the old emperor passed away, and countless people were eager to take a chance on the throne. In the end, the throne fell into the hands of Ji Mingxuan.
He became the emperor and once again sat on the dragon throne overlooking the world. This time he was the emperor of the Southern Kingdom.
Ji Mingxuan seems to be the destined emperor. He is the chosen son. He suffered a lot of torture and misery at the beginning, but in the end he stood on the top that no one can reach. He trampled everyone under his feet.
This is Ji Mingxuan's fate. Ye Fuxun has mixed feelings in her heart. She doesn't know what to say to deal with this embarrassing situation.
She didn't come to the southern country to enjoy the mountains and rivers, nor did she come to see him ascend to the ninth level and flourish in the world.
She wanted to get the antidote. The poison on her father's body was probably caused by him.
"Emperor's sister-in-law." Ji Mingxuan came over, and he walked up to her and called out.
His voice was low, and one could not tell whether he was happy or resentful, angry or hateful in his words.
I always felt that when he called her like this, there was a hint of indescribable emotion.
Ye Fuxun looked at the person near Chi Chi and didn't know what to call this person.
Now he was standing in front of her, confronting him so openly.
He became the new king of the Southern Kingdom. His name was Su Yujing.
As for her, she is still the Crown Princess of Yan Kingdom, and she has always been Ye Fuxun, and her thoughts have never changed.
Su Yujing asked, "Sister-in-law, why don't you speak?" He smiled, his voice was very soft, his attitude was very easy-going, and he didn't feel any pressure. He also vaguely felt that he might clamp her neck in the next moment.
, rubbing her between life and death.
Ye Fuxun tried to calm down, but she bowed calmly, "I have met the Emperor of Nanzhou."
"Hey, what are you doing, Sister-in-law?" He stretched out his hand to stop her.
Ye Fuxun straightened up and wanted to retreat, but he held her hand tightly, as if he wanted to crush her.
"You..." What do you want to do? Ye Fuxun was a little panicked, wondering why he was so close?
"Is that it? Is there nothing else?" Ji Mingxuan asked?
Ye Fuxun didn't know why, what did you want to say?
Can she fight? Yes, her sword is very sharp and she can kill hundreds of people without any problem. As long as she doesn't die, she will definitely be able to survive standing. Even if she falls down, she will still stand tall and strong, and there is a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood underneath.
tombstone.
"Emperor Nanzhou, please respect yourself." She pulled away her hand.
Ji Mingxuan looked at her with ever-changing expressions.
Suddenly asked, "Why is the emperor's sister-in-law here alone?"
"I'll get the antidote."
"What antidote?"
"You know."
"I have no idea."
"Ji Mingxuan."
"My name is Su Yujing. This is the name my father gave me."
"Congratulations." Ye Fuxun looked calmly at the man who became the emperor and was surrounded by high-ranking people from then on.
Ji Mingxuan, no, he should be called Su Yujing now.
He reached the pinnacle of his life and became the 95th Supreme Being. This is quite ironic.
Ye Fuxun turned away, not daring to meet her eyes.
I always felt that there was a flash of obscure pain in his eyes for a moment. There was no emotion or anger on his handsome face, and I don't know whether he was more gloating about his misfortune or more proud and arrogant.
It can be seen that there are emotions surging in his eyes. They are indescribable feelings. They are surging and passionate, impulsive and passionate.
His expression was unpredictable and unpredictable. The overwhelming sense of oppression was like a tide spreading to the beach, gradually submerging her ankles. He even wanted to drag her down. She was about to be submerged by the soft water.
To suffocation.
Ye Fuxun took another step back, wondering what this person wanted to do. He leaned over and looked at her, approaching her, as if he wanted to see through her, and he got closer and closer.
She leaned back and almost fell, but he stretched out his arms to hold her, and pulled her into his arms.
"Let me go." Ye Fuxun was frightened, her beautiful face was pale and bloodless, and she wanted to break free.
Su Yujing didn't let go, he hugged the person in his arms, turned his head slightly and said close to her ear: "I have the antidote, the antidote your father needs. If you don't want him to die, it's best not to
Face me with this attitude that I don't like."
He hugged her tightly, the imperial sister-in-law who had treated him well and also neglected him.
Ye Fuxun's body stiffened, and her mind was in confusion. She didn't understand what was wrong with this man, and what on earth was he going to do?
Su Yujing lowered his head and glanced at the panicked imperial sister-in-law in his arms. He raised his hand and suddenly covered her lips and nose with the handkerchief in his hand.