Master Fu’s full-level cutie fights fiercely

"Yuntuo, step back."

A low, hoarse voice sounded, cutting through the dead silence like a thin line of ice.

Yuntuo turned his head and looked, and saw that the lost man holding Mu Xing was slowly raising his drooped head, and the dark light fell on his pale and handsome face.

His expression was sad and decadent, and his scarlet eyes had lost all their brilliance, like a man waiting to die.

Yuntuo gritted his teeth, suppressed the burning anger in his chest, retracted his gun, and retreated behind Mr. Fu, but he couldn't bear to look at Mu Xing, so he turned his back to them with red eyes.

Fu Lingxiao looked at Qiao Daishan, his bloody eyes covered with mist were full of cold determination.

"Save Xing'er, I'll let you do it. If you want to kill or cut into pieces, it's up to you. You can do it too. Kill me now!"

He still remembers the records in the fragments of ancient medical books. Not only does the medicine man himself become immortal, but drinking his blood can detoxify him from all kinds of poisons, and eating his heart can bring him back to life.

He didn't believe it before, but now, he is willing to believe it, just asking God to give his star a hope.

He can give up revenge and give his life to his enemy with both hands.

He can even give up Xing'er...

As long as his star can survive.

Qiao Daishan, who was drowning in extreme regret, suddenly raised his eyes and met Fu Lingxiao's gaze. His pale and lonely face showed pain receding like a tide.

Instead, there was resentment!

The overwhelming resentment!

He spent everything he asked for but couldn't get it, so why could Fu Lingxiao get it so easily!

Xing'er was still thinking about him until her death. How could this man be worth Xing'er's efforts?

Qiao Daishan's body was stained with blood, and his mangled body exuded a strong sense of evil, resembling an evil ghost crawling up from hell!

The killing intent in his eyes was like rolling and burning volcanic lava, and the next second, he raised his hand fiercely!

Three ice needles flew out of his sleeves and attacked Fu Lingxiao with a murderous aura!

Fu Lingxiao did not hide or dodge, but lowered his eyes and stared at the girl in his arms tenderly. His thin lips raised a slight arc, "Baby, I love you..."

The moment the ice needle pierced the center of the eyebrow, it suddenly stopped!

Qiao Daishan's face was sinister, his jaw stretched out in a sharp line, and his whole body was trembling because of his exertion of restraint.

He really wanted to crush Fu Lingxiao to ashes to vent his hatred!

But he can't...

Xing'er regards Fu Lingxiao more seriously than herself. He has forced Xing'er to this point, how can he be willing to hurt her again...

She already hates him enough, and he can't bear any more...

The ice needles suddenly dissipated into nothingness.

Qiao Daishan said dejectedly: "Put Xing'er on the ground."

Fu Lingxiao didn't have the intention to wonder why Qiao Daishan suddenly changed his mind not to kill him. Hearing this, he hugged Mu Xing's arms and subconsciously tightened them.

How can you let go.

He wished he could hold her in his arms and die together forever.

Seeing that he didn't respond, Qiao Daishan urged in a cold voice: "Hurry up! Xing'er injected herself with a medicine that will corrode her body. If it's too late, it's too late!"

Fu Lingxiao's eyes trembled fiercely, and he bowed his head and pressed a soft kiss on Mu Xing's cold lips. Even though he was reluctant to let go, he still put her on the ground decisively.

Qiao Daishan clenched his fist hard, and the knife wound that penetrated his palm burst open, and blood began to flow out again.

"Stretch out your hand!"

All Fu Lingxiao thought about was the savior, so he immediately did as he was told and stretched out his hand.

Qiao Daishan dropped the blood on his palm and gathered it into a small puddle, "You, drink it!"

Hearing this, Fu Lingxiao suddenly reacted.

The medicine man's blood can cure all poisons...

Qiao Daishan wanted to save him, and he knew it was because of Xing'er.

This antidote... Xing'er paid for it with his life.

In order to save Xing'er, he could give up revenge on Qiao Daishan without hesitation, but he really couldn't convince himself that he would drink the blood of his enemy in order to survive!

The strong blood in his bones won't allow him to do this!

Fu Lingxiao's eyes were filled with tens of thousands of pieces of broken jade. He loosened his fingers little by little, and blood flowed to his fingers.

When Qiao Daishan saw this, murderous aura surged around his body again. His voice was cold, as if it had been tempered with thousands of years of ice, "This blood belongs to Xing'er. If you dare to waste a drop, I will kill you immediately!"

Xing'er's blood...

Fu Lingxiao hurriedly closed his fingers, his scarlet eyes trembled, looked at the girl on the ground through the rising mist in his eyes, gritted his teeth, brought the blood in his palm to his lips, raised his head slightly and drank.

"Master Fu, someone is coming!"

Behind him, Yuntuo suddenly reminded in a low voice.

Fu Lingxiao wiped the blood stains on his lips with his fingertips, turned around and looked up, and saw a large amphibious assault ship sailing from the distant sea.

He narrowed his cold eyes and asked Yuntuo: "Do you know who he is?"

Yun Tuo replied calmly: "I took a look when I came over. It was the amphibious assault ship 'Poseidon' of the Royal Navy of country Y. The person who can mobilize the Poseidon must be a member of the royal family. I don't know who it is, but look at this The posture, I’m afraid the one who comes is not good.”

"Poseidon" is one of the most advanced ships of its kind in the world. Not only can it carry hundreds of people and weapons to any corner of the world where they are needed, it is also equipped with the largest and most sophisticated combat command system in the history of the Royal Navy. .

Its dispatch is enough to indicate that a war is coming!

A flash of coldness flashed in Fu Lingxiao's eyes, and he raised his thin lips coldly: "Leave two teams to protect Mu Xing, while the others equip themselves with weapons and follow me!"

The two teams of combatants immediately faced outwards and stood side by side to form two tight human walls to protect Mu Xing and Qiao Daishan.

Yuntuo took the remaining people and followed Master Fu to the beach...

……

Inside the human wall.

"Xing'er..."

Qiao Daishan caressed the girl's cold and delicate face with nostalgia, staring at her with deep and gentle eyes, mixed with unconscious pain and entanglement.

She was like a delicate poppy wrapped around his heart, the most beautiful poison in the world. Even if she had sharp thorns that pierced deeply into his flesh and made him bleed, she could not stop him from being deeply hurt. Trapped in it, hopeless.

Perhaps, from the moment he touched the restricted area, he was destined to never be able to escape.

"I lost to you again, Xing'er... In this world, you are the only one who can make me lose completely..."

A bitter smile appeared on the corner of Qiao Daishan's lips, and his blood-stained hand slowly touched his heart.

The fingertips passed through the damaged fabric, piercing the flesh inch by inch like a sharp knife, tearing open a bloody opening!

blood flow...

But he didn't seem to feel the pain. He stretched his hand through the blood hole, broke his sternum with an expressionless face, pinched the slowly beating heart, and pulled it out...

……

on the sandy beach by the sea.

Cold wind blows.

Fu Lingxiao's tall body stood proudly, motionless in the wind.

Yuntuo stood beside him with a gun, and behind him, the combatants lined up, ready to fight!

A white attack ship sailed in on a thousand-story giant wave and stopped at a distance from the island. From a distance, it looked like a terrifying giant whale entrenched on the sea.

Fu Zheng, who had been rescued from the plane crash, was standing in front of the railing of the deck with a cane and was soaked to the skin. There was a man standing next to him.

Wearing a smoky gray morning coat, a black top hat on his head, and holding a solid wooden umbrella in his hand, he was dressed in the standard style of the royal family of Country Y.