Chapter 2287 [Shangxie] Fu Yan's Death
Xia Fuyi froze.
Zhan Luoying looked down at the face that was stained with blood and full of astonishment. There were some complicated emotions surging in her heart, but her face remained unmoved.
Xia Fuyi looked at the arrogant man in red and slowly clenched her fists.
And the next moment, her fist, which was clenched until her palm was bleeding, was suddenly wrapped by a warm hand.
Xia Fuyi lowered her head in a daze, Fu Yan gently held her hand, and looked up.
"How...how can I compare with the Emperor?"
"I'm just... a palace maid, and I once... did something that deserved death."
"You...don't be embarrassed."
Fu Yan smiled, tears falling from the corners of her eyes. She looked at Xia Fuyi and asked her,
"My Lady, can I call you... call you, Fu Yi?"
Xia Fuyi nodded slowly.
Fu Yan smiled, her blood-stained lips slowly opened and closed, but in the end she only made silent lip movements, making it impossible to hear any sound.
Xia Fuyi didn't even blink, just stared at her until she closed her eyes.
Another tear slid down from the corner of her eye, forming a clean and transparent stream in the bloodstain, and fell into the palm of Xia Fuyi's hand that was stroking her face.
Xia Fuyi held the teardrop in her hand and hummed slowly and dully, as if responding to the silent lip shape of those two words.
The square suddenly became quiet.
Only the pale moonlight illuminates this messy and chaotic bloody hell.
Zhan Luoying, who was standing on the steps, stared down and confirmed that the person who blocked the arrow was dead. He suddenly frowned slightly with a bad feeling.
Mu Ningqing behind him seemed to feel the same way.
He pulled the last arrow from the quiver behind him, drew the bowstring, and when the bow was drawn to the full moon, the arrow was aimed at the figure sitting on the ground in the center of the square.
After only a moment's hesitation, he gritted his teeth and let go.
With a clang, the arrow flew through the air. The internal force was so strong that the air made a sharp whistling sound like it was being torn apart.
The wind suddenly arose, rolling in layers from the deep mountains and forests.
The green robe fluttered like waves, and the man holding the corpse in a daze raised his head. His dark pupils reflected the moonlight, and also reflected the long arrow that was approaching rapidly with murderous intent in the moonlight.
She didn't move.
He just stared at the arrow in a daze, as if he had forgotten to resist.
The two people who launched the attack on the steps were both startled, and almost at the same time clenched their fists and held their breath.
Under the stares of the three people, the flow of time seemed to slow down.
The time it took for the arrow to approach seemed to stretch infinitely, until Xia Fuyi's pupils shrank to the extreme as she watched the arrow. Mu Ningqing, who was on the steps, could no longer bear it and leaped down first, almost so fast that only his shadow could be seen. At the same time, he gritted his teeth and roared in anger.
“Get out of the way!”
However, before he could get close enough, a sharp explosion sounded first.
A powerful and extremely violent internal force wave spread and exploded with Xia Fuyi as the center.
She didn't even move, and the long arrow that came at her with great force exploded into pieces in her constricted and cold pupils.
Above the copper pillar, the flames surged.
Mu Ningqing, who was flying over, was startled. When he heard the sound, he reacted very quickly and wanted to retreat, but before the explosive internal force fluctuations could calm down, the person sitting there had already moved.
She moved like lightning. She was still there when she glanced at me, but she was already right in front of me when she looked at me again.
The corner of the blood-stained robe fluttered like waves in the moonlight, and the pair of dark pupils met Mu Ningqing through the bright sword light. Before Mu Ningqing could see the emotions in his eyes, Long Yuan had already slashed at the side of his neck. In a hurry, Mu Ningqing stretched out his hand to grasp the sword blade, and his palm was immediately cut deeply. Although blood gushed out, he was able to block the sword edge.
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