Quick Time Travel: The Loyal Dog and the Male God Contract Order

Chapter 532 This Killer Is Not So Cold ([-])
Zhao Xuyang.

The so-called His Royal Highness who came riding a sweaty BMW was actually Zhao Xuyang.

Fu Xin's brain buzzed, as if a string had been broken.

The soldier next to her rudely pushed her away: "What are you doing here, hurry up, hurry up!"

Sensing a line of sight directly towards him, Zhao Xuyang paused, looked around, caught off guard and met a pair of peach blossom eyes.

Almost instantly, Fu Xin turned around and squeezed into the crowd.

Zhao Xuyang.
Sure enough, the Zhao family has completely sought power and usurped the throne!

The sunny boy who grew up with her and played swords with her turned out to be plotting against the family's Jiangshan from the beginning to the end, and kept it from her until now.

Fu Xin didn't know what identity and attitude she should face Zhao Xuyang again.

It's just that the sword in her hand was clenched tightly, and she was actually demonstrating the scene of her meeting Zhao Xuyang's enemy in her mind.

"Step aside!"

Zhao Xuyang's voice came from a distance, only the sweaty BMW neighed, and suddenly the horse's hooves stomped.

The soldiers didn't know what to do, so they could only retreat quickly to make way for him.

The streets instantly became chaotic.

Fu Xin got into the alley, into the crowd, just to prevent Zhao Xuyang from finding her.

"temple--"

Habitual address is difficult to change.

Halfway through Zhao Xuyang's speech, he didn't want passers-by to spread rumors after seeing him, so he kept his mouth shut, but his sharp eyes made the horse run faster.

Just when he was about to catch up, Fu Xin turned around and entered a remote alley, where horses couldn't get in at all.

Zhao Xuyang resolutely abandoned his horse and ran wildly.

At a blind spot, he stopped Fu Xin.

After running so far, neither of them got any better.

Fu Xin barely managed to stand upright by holding on to the wall, gasping for breath, with a sarcastic smile on her lips: "Why, you can't wait to catch me?"

As he spoke, a bright sword light flashed in front of Zhao Xuyang, and the point of the sword pointed directly at his chest, making it clear that he would kill without mercy if he dared to take a step closer.

She is no longer the charming and savage princess who only knew how to use fists and embroidered legs before, but a desperado who really risked her life to practice martial arts.

Just the movement of raising the sword made Zhao Xuyang see her murderous aura.

Zhao Xuyang called "Your Highness" and fixed his eyes on her.

Fu Xin frowned: "Shut up!"

He took a step back and dropped his weapon, showing that he didn't come to argue with her: "Go back, I will plead with my father for you, you will not suffer any harm."

Fu Xin sneered: "When will I have to rely on you to intercede if I want to live?"

Zhao Xuyang was speechless.

Fu Xin simply asked out the anxiety that had plagued her for several months.

"How are they?"

Her father had passed away, which she knew, but there was no news of the rest.

Zhao Xuyang knew that "they" referred to her relatives whom she cared about deeply.

Although he didn't want to say it, under Fu Xin's sharp gaze, Zhao Xuyang had no choice but to say: "Queen. The queen heard that your father had passed away and hanged herself. The second and third princes were buried properly."

The sword dangled in front of him, crumbling.

She bit her lower lip tightly and tasted the blood on her lips: "What else."

"The rest of the princes have been imprisoned in the prison." Zhao Xuyang paused, his lips trembling slightly, "Your Highness was crying a lot, the jailer moved the instruments of torture, and was buried with the second princes for some reason."

"Bangdang-"

The sword fell straight to the ground.

A sentence that does not know the severity has erased a young life.

(End of this chapter)