With ten minutes left, Lin Xi, as if injected with adrenaline, jumped up and ran towards the man.

He is surrounded by a purple aura, born with the destiny of an emperor, and his nobility is beyond description.

Only a destiny like this can suppress her extremely yin constitution.

She was very satisfied with this man.

Master, you've finally done something reliable.

You can go and be reincarnated in peace, I don't need to die.

Lin Xi stopped a meter away from the man, moved her lips, but didn't know what to say.

Her master died too quickly; she didn't even know the man's name. If she rushed at him, she would be mistaken for a mental patient and sent to the nearby hospital.

Lin Xi stared intently at the man, trying to discern something from his facial features.

But the man's destiny was too strong, and he was protected by purple energy, so she couldn't see anything at all.

Fu Jingyao noticed a strong gaze on him and glanced casually to his right.

She's a little girl.

He wore a dark blue Taoist robe, had his hair tied in a bun, carried a tattered bundle on his back, and wore a colorful bracelet on his wrist.

Those eyes were exceptionally clear, as bright as water and as clear as stars.

Fu Jingyao glanced at it again.

That's strange. Why is he interested in a strange little girl?

Fu Jingyao withdrew his gaze and walked towards the hospital.

A few days ago, he received a phone call from his aunt.

My cousin Ji Heng is in a coma, and many experts have been consulted but no cause has been found.

Tonight, he came to the hospital to see Ji Heng and think of other solutions.

"What are you looking at?" He Ting appeared at the hospital entrance without anyone noticing.

The bodyguards respectfully greeted him, "Young Master He."

He Ting smiled broadly, "Don't call me Young Master He, please call me President He."

The bodyguards kept their eyes down, pretending not to hear.

He Ting is a typical spoiled rich kid who only knows how to eat, drink, and have fun. He's far inferior to their CEO, Mr. Fu.

He Ting is a carefree and unconventional person who always crosses the line with others.

If it weren't for the friendship between the Fu and He families, President Fu would have sent him to Africa to mine long ago.

Seeing that no one paid attention to him, He Ting still smiled and said, "Oh, there's a beautiful woman here and you didn't call me."

Fu Jingyao gave him a cold glance. "He Ting, what are you doing here?"

He Ting yawned. "Ji Heng is your cousin, I'm your good friend, so your brother is my brother too."

"Since Ji Heng is unconscious, of course I had to come and see him."

"Ha! Do you think I don't know what you're thinking?"

Fu Jingyao uttered two words calmly, "Ji Zheng".

Like a cat whose tail had been stepped on, He Ting loudly denied it, "Ji Zheng and I broke up a long time ago. Don't slander me. I only came to the hospital to see that unlucky Ji Heng because of you, and you actually hurt my feelings..."

Fu Jingyao ignored him and went straight into the hospital.

As soon as Lin Xi saw him about to leave, she rushed forward.

"etc!"

With only five minutes left, she took a deep breath and said, "My name is Lin Xi, I am a disciple of Master Xuan Kong, and I am your fiancée!"

He Ting immediately became interested. "When did you get a fiancée? How come I didn't know?"

Fu Jingyao's voice was cold and clear, "Shut up!"

He glanced at Lin Xi's face. "I don't know you."

Lin Xi was secretly anxious.

That unreliable master didn't say anything or give her anything.

She explained again, "Master Xuankong, the 'Xue' in 'Xuanxue' (mystical studies) and the 'Kong' in 'sky' (sky). Think about it carefully, you must have seen him before."

"I don't know him, I've never seen him before." Fu Jingyao frowned slightly. "Bodyguards, what are you all standing there for?"

"I'm sorry, Mr. Fu." The bodyguard in black quickly stepped forward to grab Lin Xi.

The word "fiancée" was too shocking for them to process at first.

As the bodyguards in black approached, Lin Xi clutched her chest, gasping for breath, her face turning deathly pale.

He Ting reached out to stop the bodyguard, "Fu Jingyao, look at you, why are you so fierce? You're scaring the little girl. You have no sense of romance at all."

He walked up to Lin Xi and said, “Little sister, Fu Jingyao is a cold-blooded, ruthless, and treacherous man. Why don’t you come with me?”

Lin Xi looked up and said, "You can't do it."

A man can't say no, so He Ting said, enunciating each word clearly, "I can!"

Lin Xi said calmly, "Your eyes are turning blue because you love to drink and stay up late, which leads to kidney yang deficiency. Because of the yang deficiency, your qi and blood cannot circulate properly, resulting in insufficient blood flow. You are not only weak in the kidneys but also physically weak."

"The eyebrows are thick at the front and thin at the back, and there is a black mole at the end of the left eyebrow. There are many romantic opportunities, but they are all bad ones."

"A sunken marital palace with many lines indicates a bad marriage and a bumpy emotional life."

He Ting was stunned.

Kidney deficiency, physical weakness, marital problems, and relationship difficulties...

His life is so miserable.

No, how could he believe this woman's nonsense!

"Impossible! Absolutely impossible!" He Ting retorted loudly, "Who in the capital doesn't know me, Young Master He? I'm dashing, handsome, and from a distinguished family."

"A troubled marriage? A bumpy love life?"

He glared at Lin Xi, "You're talking nonsense."

Lin Xi continued her analysis, "You deeply love a woman, but she doesn't love you."

"To save face, you pretend you don't love her, but every night you can't help but think of all the little things you did together. So you grab a drink and chug it down, hoping the alcohol will numb the pain for a while, but..."

"Stop! Stop! Stop!!"

He Ting was getting anxious; this little girl was too strange.

Few people know about his affair with Ji Zheng; tonight, his secrets have been exposed.

If others knew, where would He Shao put his face?

"I...I...I...you...you..." He Ting quickly changed the subject, "If you're so capable, look at Fu Jingyao. If you reveal even one of his secrets, I'll definitely tie him to your bed."

I would rather die than my fellow Daoist.

Since we're friends, let's die together.

Lin Xi shook her head. "He has an extremely noble destiny and possesses a rare imperial aura. I can't see through his face, but I do know one thing: you are the fiancé my master chose for me."

Upon hearing this, Fu Jingyao's brow twitched.

Lin Xi stared at him intently, her eyes gleaming with an unusual light. "Fu Jingyao, I need you to save my life."

According to her master, she has found her destined one, but the life force within her body is still fading.

What should be done in the last minute?

She didn't understand.

Fu Jingyao kept his distance from the two men; one was acting strangely, and the other was mentally unstable.

As Lin Xi watched him leave, her head grew heavier and heavier. She was tired, hungry, and sleepy, and her stomach growled loudly.

The current situation is like you've been starving for three days and three nights, and suddenly you see a plate of fragrant pig's trotters, constantly emitting a tempting aroma.

And you can only watch helplessly but can't eat it.

And, delicious braised pork trotters are slipping away from you.

Who understands that kind of sadness, pain, and despair?

Lin Xi's mind was filled with images of pig's trotters. She rushed straight up to Fu Jingyao and gave him a deep look.

Fu Jingyao had a bad feeling about that look and subconsciously took a step back.

Lin Xi grabbed the man's wrist, wrapped one arm around his neck, stood on tiptoe, brought her face close, and opened her mouth—

She bit down on his fair neck.

Fu Jingyao: ? ? !

The bodyguards in black: !!!

He Ting: Wow~ That's exciting!