Pan Shu slowly took a small bite of the osmanthus cake.
The fox eyes, which were naturally seductive and charming, were slightly raised.
The man's black hair was a little messy, and his expressionless face showed an unfathomable dark emotion.
A few drops of blood rolled down the cold blade of the Qingshuang Sword and onto the bluestone slab.
"Ban Shu."
He called her in a low voice.
The voice is pleasant and cool.
Like pearls falling on a plate.
Pan Shu raised her eyelids lazily.
A white robe outlines his tall and slender waist, and his back is straight, like a pine tree that has stood firm in the frost and snow for years.
His thin, red lips moved, "It's been a long time since we last met..."
His eyes were slightly red.
The scarlet teardrop mole under his eye inexplicably made his fairy-like face more charming.
"I don't know you." Pan Shu patted the pastry crumbs on her hands, propped up her chin with one hand, and teased him with a smile, "But you are very handsome, like my future husband. Are you willing to marry me?"
Emperor Shijun raised his eyebrows, and the coldness on his body became even heavier.
"Shushu!"
Instead, Fu Ce was stunned.
Recently, monsters and demons have been rampant in the human world. He is exhausted from running around. When he finally has time to look for her...
Only then did I know what she had experienced.
Knowing that she was pierced through the heart by Mo Dan's sword.
Knowing that she didn't even care about her own life just to find the illusory life and death contract for Mo Dan.
But in the end, she died at the hands of the man she loved most.
Fu Ce was so sad that he almost suffocated.
He didn't even dare to imagine how desperate she was.
Fu Ce knows——
He was pitying a fox demon.
It sounds like a fairy tale.
But his heart felt as if it had been stabbed with a sword, and the pain was so severe that he almost fainted.
The blood on the Qingshuang Sword was Mo Dan’s.
Mo Dan has become a demon god.
Fu Ce is slightly weaker than him.
But he lost his usual calmness and ability to judge the situation. The cold-hearted man walked into the Demon Palace alone with a gloomy face and the Qingshuang Sword in hand.
Anyone who tried to stop him was killed by the sword.
Even Fu Ce himself didn't know what he was thinking.
I just want to kill Mo Dan.
Not for the people of the world.
Just for one person.
——For the first time, he had selfish motives.
The heart that had been silent for so long was now filled with overwhelming and chilling murderous intent.
Mo Dan has become a demon god, and his strength is no longer what it used to be. Although Fu Ce could not kill him, he still made him suffer a lot.
"May I ask why Daojun Fuce has come here in person?"
Years ago, when Emperor Shijun met Fu Ce, he was already in the Spirit Severing Stage. Now, several years have passed, and Fu Ce is probably on the verge of ascension. His strength should not be underestimated.
The Taoist genius who was praised by all the cultivators in the past as bright and clear as the moon, was actually surrounded by a heavy aura of death.
Emperor Shijun's inquiring gaze swept back and forth between Fu Ce and Pan Shu.
Fu Ce, what is your relationship with Shu Shu?
His concern was too obvious.
Fu Ce, who is always cold and indifferent, actually cares so much about a woman?
However, when the woman was Panshu, Indra was not so happy.
At least.
He couldn't watch the show as an amused spectator.
"You go out first." Fu Ce uttered a few cold words through his thin lips.
The smile on Emperor Shijun's lips faded slightly, and he raised his eyelids indifferently. His dark pupils revealed a hint of danger. He did not say a word, but just stood lazily in front of Panshu, completely blocking Fu Ce's prying sight.
"This is inappropriate, Fu Ce Dao Jun."
Fu Ce glanced at him coldly, then looked at Pan Shu as if no one else was around, pursing his lips slightly, "You really don't remember anything?"
Emperor Shijun always felt that there was some mysterious secret that was slowly coming to light.
He licked his dry lips.
Listen quietly.
No interruption.
Pan Shu's eyebrows were filled with impatience. "What should I remember?"
Fu Ce laughed softly, and at that moment it was as if ice and snow had melted, and that clear and handsome face inexplicably became warmer.
"Even if a fox loses its tail, it's still a fox."
His tone was ambiguous.
A glimpse into the secret.
Nothing can be hidden from him.
Pan Shu has always hated dealing with people as sensitive as Fu Ce.
It's easy to expose your true identity.
She played dumb, blinked in confusion, and muttered, "...Why are you so weird?"
Fu Ce doesn't ask for anything.
Just look at her standing in front of him.
His uneasy heart slowly calmed down again.
That's good.
He thought.
He hasn't taken this cunning fox away yet.
Just died like that... He paused, it was too easy for her.
But she was a good fox.
She has never hurt anyone.
——The law of nature is clear, and there will be karma and reincarnation.
She shouldn't have to bear the consequences.
"Do you want to eat it?" Pan Shu carefully held a piece of osmanthus cake, "It's delicious."
Fu Ce lowered his eyes and glanced at her. His slender, jade-like fingers gently lifted the osmanthus cake from her hand and paused. "You used to... never like to eat these."
The three days of hunting her down.
She only drinks fine wine.
At that time, he stood not far away, watching her gnashing her teeth in triumph and cursing him viciously.
He was not angry at all.
He just stood there in a corner where she couldn't see him, staring at her for a long time.
Pan Shu took a bite of the pea yellow and said, "You're lying. How could I not like something so delicious..."
He held the card and smiled without saying a word.
Emperor Shijun gave him a sinister look.
His intuition told him that Fu Ce did it on purpose.
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