The quick-traveling scumbag is really a heartthrob

Pan Shu slowly took a small bite of the sweet-scented osmanthus cake.

The naturally provocative fox eyes slightly raised.

The man's black hair was a little messy, and his expressionless face showed dark emotions that were difficult to fathom.

A few drops of blood swayed onto the bluestone along the cold edge of the Qingshuang Sword.

"Panshu."

He called her in a low voice.

The sound is nice and cool.

Like pearls and jade falling on a plate.

Pan Shu lazily raised her eyelids.

A white coat outlines his slender waist, and his back is straight, like a green pine that has endured years of frost and snow.

His crimson thin lips moved, "Long time no see..."

His eyes were slightly red.

The scarlet tear mole under his eyes inexplicably made his fairy-like jade face look more coquettish.

"I don't know you." Pan Shu patted the pastry crumbs on her hand, supported her chin with one hand, and teased him with a smile, "But you are so handsome, just like my future husband. Are you willing to marry me?" "

Emperor Shijun raised his eyebrows, and the cold air on his body became heavier.

"Womanly!"

On the contrary, Fuce was stunned.

Recently, monsters and monsters were rampant in the world, and he was tired of running around. When he got some time to look for her...

Only now did she know everything that happened to her.

Knowing that she was pierced through the heart by Mo Dan's sword.

Knowing that she even risked her life just to find the elusive life and death contract for Mo Dan.

But in the end, she died under the sword of the man she loved most.

Fu Ce was so sad that he almost suffocated.

He didn't even dare to think how desperate she was.

Fuce knows——

He was pitying a fox demon.

It sounds like a fantasy.

But his heart felt like someone had poked holes in it with a sword. The pain was so painful that he almost fainted.

What's on the Qingshuang sword is Mo Dan's blood.

Mo Dan has become a demon.

Fuce's strength is slightly inferior to him.

But he lost his usual calmness and assessment of the situation. The man who had always been cold-hearted stepped into the Demon Palace alone with a gloomy Qingshuang Sword.

Anyone who stops him will be killed by the sword.

Even Fuce himself didn't know what he was thinking.

He just wanted to kill Mo Dan.

Not for the common people in the world.

For one person only.

——For the first time, he had selfish motives.

In that heart that had been silent for a long time, there was only an overwhelming and frightening desire to kill.

Mo Dan has become a demon god, and his strength is no longer what it used to be. Although Fu Ce couldn't kill him, he still suffered a lot.

"May I ask Lord Fuce... why you came here in person?"

Years ago, when Emperor Shijun saw Fu Ce, he was already distracted. Now that several years have passed, Fu Ce is probably on the verge of ascending, and his strength cannot be underestimated.

In the past, immortal cultivators praised the brilliant Taoist cultivator, but he was actually surrounded by a deep aura of death.

Emperor Shijun's inquiring eyes glanced back and forth between Fuce and Panshu.

What does Fuce have to do with Shushu?

His concern was too obvious.

Fu Ce, who has always been cold and indifferent, could he care so much about a woman?

But when the woman was Pan Shu, Emperor Shijun was not so happy.

At least.

He cannot watch the play as a playful spectator.

"You go out first." Fu Ce spat out a few words coldly with his thin lips.

The smile on Emperor Shijun's lips slightly subsided, and he lowered his eyelids coolly. His dark pupils were full of danger. He did not say a word, but stood lazily in front of Pan Shu, completely blocking Fuce's prying eyes.

"This is inappropriate, Lord Fuce."

Fu Ce glanced at him coldly, then looked at Pan Shu as if no one else was around, and pursed his lips slightly, "You really don't remember anything?"

Emperor Shijun always felt that there was some secret slowly coming to the surface.

He licked his dry lips.

Be quiet and listen.

No interruptions were made.

Pan Shu frowned impatiently, "What should I remember?"

Fu Ce chuckled softly. At that moment, it was as if the ice and snow were melting, and that clear and handsome face felt a little warmer for no reason.

"A fox is still a fox even if its tail is gone."

His tone was unclear.

A glimpse reveals the secret.

Nothing can be hidden from him.

Pan Shu always hated dealing with people as sharp as Fu Ce.

It’s easy to reveal the truth.

She pretended to be stupid, blinked her eyes in confusion, and muttered, "...Why are you so weird?"

Fuce asked for nothing.

Just look at her standing properly in front of him.

His restless heart slowly calmed down again.

That's it.

he thinks.

He hasn't taken away this cunning fox yet.

Just die like that... He paused, it was too easy for her.

But she is a good fox.

She has never harmed anyone.

——The laws of heaven are clear, and there will be reincarnation of cause and effect.

She doesn't deserve the consequences.

"Do you want to eat it?" Pan Shu carefully held a piece of sweet-scented osmanthus cake, "It's delicious."

Fuce lowered his eyes and gently picked up the sweet-scented osmanthus cake in her hand with his slender, jade-bone-like warm fingers. He paused and said, "You... never liked eating these before."

He chased her for three days.

She only drinks wine and dew.

At that time, he stood not far away, watching her grind her teeth proudly and curse him viciously.

He wasn't angry at all.

He just stood in a corner where she couldn't see and looked at her for a long time.

Pan Shu took a bite of the pea yellow and said, "You lied, how could I not like eating such delicious food..."

Support the policy but smile and say nothing.

Emperor Shijun glanced at him sadly.

His intuition told him that Fu Ce did it on purpose.

Deliberately showing his intimacy to Pan Shu in front of him.

...Just the fact that Fu Ce knew about her past was enough for Emperor Shijun to toss and turn at night and find it difficult to sleep.

"It's late at night. Shushu needs to rest. Mr. Fuce Daojun should go back early."

This is already a very straightforward eviction order.

Fu Ce's finger bones turned slightly white. He glanced at Ban Shu, but saw that she had no intention of letting him stay.

He sighed helplessly and had to leave.

Fu Ce's front foot just left.

Pan Shu then noticed that her waist was tightly held by a big hand, and the other big hand pinched her chin hard, and sealed her lips with a kiss the next second.

"Well……"

The strong aroma of the man's ink enveloped her irresistibly.

It seemed that this could relieve his depression and grievance.

The candle flickered on the lame table.

It always feels a bit ridiculous.

After a long time, Emperor Shijun slightly withdrew some of the force in his hands and switched to gentle and slow kneading, which only made people feel more itchy and uncomfortable.

Pan Shu's eyes gradually became watery, "Brother..."

Emperor Shijun kissed her forehead tenderly, "Shu Shu, I'm jealous."

His posture was even a little humble.

There is a surging undercurrent under the handsome and romantic eyes.

With a hint of possessiveness.

Pretentious attitude.

The corners of his mouth curled up reluctantly, and his voice was muffled, "Don't get so close to him, okay?"

This is not a lie. God knows that Emperor Shijun looked at her and Fuce talking happily, and his heart felt like someone had taken it out and whipped Lingchi repeatedly.

Pan Shu wrinkled her nose and paused for a moment, "But he has a smell that I like, brother."