They went ashore.
Mu Chenshuang's soaked dress clung to her body, revealing her curves in full view, and Fu Junheng's gaze towards her grew even more intense.
As Mu Chenshuang was about to put on her outer robe, she noticed a burning gaze behind her out of the corner of her eye. Turning her head, she saw that someone was indeed staring at her with the eyes of someone looking at prey.
Fu Junheng made no attempt to hide anything.
"What are you looking at?" Mu Chenshuang asked unhappily.
Fu Junheng did not answer Mu Chenshuang's question, but instead ordered someone to prepare clean clothes.
soon.
The servants prepared a set of fine clothes. Mu Chenshuang looked at the brocade and silk and then looked at Fu Junheng in surprise.
Fu Junheng stepped forward, slowly raised his hand, gently stroking his elegant robes, and replied unhurriedly, "I haven't been able to find an opportunity to give it to you, but today is just the right time."
Mu Chenshuang looked at him, but she didn't ask any more questions. She had no other choice at the moment. She picked up her clothes and went to the cubicle. When she changed, the clothes fit her surprisingly well.
Fu Junheng sat leisurely on the couch, his mental state fully recovered.
Hearing footsteps, she looked up, her eyes filled with undisguised amazement. A smile played on her thin lips as she said in an amazed tone, "It really suits you."
The purple-blue silk skirt, adorned with gold and silver threads, exudes mystery and aloofness. When worn by Mu Chenshuang, it further accentuates her noble and extraordinary bearing.
Mu Chenshuang lowered her eyes to avoid the man's burning gaze, and without responding to his words, said, "Your wound needs to be re-bandaged. Have someone prepare the medicine again."
Fu Junheng's gaze fell on the wound on his right arm. He instructed his servants to prepare several medicinal herbs and grind them into powder, as Mu Chenshuang had instructed.
Mu Chenshuang re-bandaged his wounds and asked, "What kind of expert could possibly hurt you?"
Fu Junheng replied, "You know about the Dark Night Assassins?"
Mu Chenshuang recalled the memories in her mind. The Dark Night Assassins were the most secretive and powerful sect in the entire Xuanzhou Continent, and the seven chief assassins were the best among the best.
“Among them, the three chiefs wield the Crimson Rainbow and the Cold Retreat.” Fu Junheng paused for a moment, then added, “And the Black Blade.”
The words were spoken.
Mu Chenshuang's eyes suddenly darkened.
So, is Qi Ye's identity the chief assassin of the Dark Night?
However, she could clearly sense that Qi Ye's skill was indeed far more than that.
"So you were stabbed by one of the night assassins?"
Even though she tried to conceal the changes in her emotions, Fu Junheng could still see them clearly. He didn't say anything more, "Last night we encountered an assassin who wielded the Crimson Rainbow and the Cold Repellent."
It's understandable that Fu Junheng was injured. When poisoned, one's power is greatly reduced, and one must control oneself to avoid overusing one's power and causing the poison to spread. Moreover, the opponents were two masters wielding famous swords.
"The fact that they chose to attack you at this time can only mean that they know your situation very well."
The appearance of the two top assassins of the Dark Night in the imperial city is not a good thing. He should know who wants to kill him, but she has no interest in that.
Mu Chenshuang finished bandaging his wound and withdrew her hand.
Fu Junheng continued, "They probably didn't expect that the poison in my body could be suppressed so much. But Shuang'er, you still need to be extra careful. How about you stay with me, hmm?"
The man suddenly looked at Mu Chenshuang with an ambiguous gaze, and his voice was even more alluring.
Mu Chenshuang's heart tightened. She stared at him, vaguely guessing what was going on. She calmly withdrew her gaze, stood up, and said, "If you really care about my safety, the best way is to completely sever ties with me and stop bothering me."
Fu Junheng stood up and stood behind her, reaching out to hug her from behind. He lowered his head and buried it in her neck, his deep, husky voice slowly rising, "Is that really what Shuang'er thinks?"
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