eyebrow, “Really not”Qin Luo yan rolled her eyes, "Why don't you just find a woman to search me My life is in your hands, where would I dare lie to you"Elder Xu hesitated for a moment, believing her..."Won't you kill me" The elder laughed when he heard this, looking up to the sky. "You think that if the one we protect dies, I could still live My heart is broken, I only have a few moments left. Why would you need to kill me"

The elderly man, who had lost his will to live, lay down slowly on the ground in front of everyone. He pressed his chest and looked up at the dark night sky. No one knew what he was looking at, but his expression was enough to move everyone.

For a moment, Qin Luoyan felt pity for the elderly man about to lose his life, her heart aching with pain.

Fu Zi Mo remained silent, only letting out a slow sigh. He walked to her side and reached out to pull her into his embrace.

All the longing, all the worry, all the craziness, all the infatuation, all the giving and effort, seemed to be sublimated in this moment. When the two reached out to embrace each other, they were both so careful, afraid of any disturbance to this moment.

"Zimo, I miss you," Qin Luoyan choked out, tears welling up in her eyes and falling uncontrollably.

Fu ZiMo patted her back, his movements as gentle as water. They say that iron-blooded tenderness is the most moving, and it turns out that this saying is actually true. When a man who is tough, unyielding, and fearless puts aside all his pride and bends down to give you gentleness, it can bring the greatest emotion in the world.

He said, "I... miss you too."

In simple terms, for Fu ZiMo to say this was rare. Who would have thought that a king who once lived in the darkness, like him, would ever utter such words

Qin Luoyan knew that it would take a tremendous amount of courage and determination for him to take this step, so she cried even harder, wiping her tears and snot on his chest.

Both were deeply in love, but sadly, this was not a good time to reminisce. The defeat of the Asura warriors hastened Chen Tian and his companions' downfall. In a short while, Ni Wan led her masked men and subdued Chen Tian and his group. Most of Chen Tian's men were dead, leaving only five or six severely wounded.

Ni Wan held a longsword to Chen Tian's neck, but she didn't strike. Instead, she looked at Fu Zi Mo and asked, "Master, should we kill these people"

Fu Zi Mo let go of Qin Luo Yan and slowly walked over. When he looked at Chen Tian and the others, his eyes were cold and sharp. He snorted coldly and said, "What do you say How can they kill my soldiers of the Fiery Flame Army, and let them die ten times more painfully!"

"Yes!" Niwan hesitated no longer. Her hand rose, her blade fell, and Chen Tian's head rolled to the ground. Perhaps, death came so suddenly and unexpectedly, leaving everyone unprepared for its arrival.

Qin Luo'yan looked at the several people being beheaded to death, feeling a bit depressed in her heart. She wanted to say something, but she realized she had no position to speak. Chen Tian and the others did kill so many Flame Army soldiers. Fu Zimo, as the leader of the Flame Army, avenging his subordinates was understandable. It was just a matter of perspective between people.

Chen Tian and others might be men of blood, but because of their stance, they had to kill the soldiers of the Flame Army. There was no hatred or grievance, it was just that their positions were constrained. As for killing to atone for killing, Fu ZiMo's act of killing them is also within reason.

Perhaps, this is society. Many times, it has already transcended absolute right and wrong, black and white, but it's just a matter of perspective and circumstances.

In the courtyard, dozens of bodies lay scattered here and there. This scene, which Qin Luo'yan, a modern soul, had once found unimaginable, now held no shock for her; she had become numb to reality.

However, the old man lying in the center of the corpse still gave her an uncomfortable feeling. She slowly walked to the front of the old man, squatted down, and said to him: "We are strangers, I shouldn't have any contact with you, but...you reminded me of my master, so if you have any unfulfilled wishes, tell me, I may not be able to fulfill them, but I will try my best."

She is not a savior, nor does she consider herself a saint. She simply strives to live with a clear conscience, even in this society where might makes right and human compassion is often absent. In the end, she will always strive to be a good person!

The old man turned his head in surprise, looking at her as if he hadn't expected anyone to say such things to him at this time. They were on opposing sides, "Little girl, it's truly unbelievable that someone like you could be with King Wuxuan."

"I agree." Qin Luoyan didn't refute, only chuckled self-deprecatingly.

The old man fell silent for a long time, his breath gradually weakening. There seemed to be hesitation in his eyes, but before he closed them finally, he couldn't help but say to her, "Thank you."

The old man never spoke of his last wishes before he died. Perhaps, it was because he didn't trust Qin Luoyan at all. Perhaps, he felt that when a person is about to die, what does a last wish matter However, no one knows now what he truly thought.

Qin Luoyan sighed, she had tried her best, but the outcome was beyond her control. She was about to get up when she suddenly caught sight of someone lying on the ground in the main room. She was startled and immediately ran over.

The man sprawled on the ground was none other than Xiao Fan, who had been restrained earlier. In the midst of the chaotic battle, he seemed to be injured, his chest soaked in blood, and his face smeared with a vibrant red. Qin Luoyan's heart skipped a beat at that instant. She trembled and reached out to probe Xiao Fan's breath.

"It's okay." Feeling a faint breath on her fingertips, she finally let out a sigh of relief and gently pushed Xiao Fan. "Senior brother! Senior brother! Wake up!"

Perhaps her shouts stimulated Xiao Fan's senses. Xiao Fan slowly opened his eyes and saw the anxious Qin Luo Yan in front of him, a wry smile on his face.

When Qin Luoyan saw him wake up, she reached out to help him. But just as her hand was about to touch him, a loud thud came from behind her. Before she could turn around, she heard Ni Wan's desperate, hoarse cry, "Master!"

Qin Luoyan's heart skipped a beat, she instantly retracted her hand from Xiao Fan's, and turned to dash towards Fu Zimo.

Just as Fu Zi Mo spat out blood and collapsed to the ground, losing consciousness, his hand seemed to reach forward, his fingertips pointing towards Qin Luo Yan.

“Zi Mo!” Qin Luoyan roared, but her throat was hoarse and could only produce a strangled sound. Her lips were cracked from the violent roar, and she looked like a madman.

Her turn was too decisive a refusal. She never knew, as she turned and ran towards Fu Zimo, that Xiao Fan's eyes gradually dimmed.

If you like "Fu Zi Mo Qin Luo Yan", please copy and paste the following URL to share it with your QQ, WeChat or Weibo friends, thank you for your support!

（:b/23/23838/）is voice as flat as still water, as if he were recounting a simple tale. Yet, when Hulian Liu Yun heard this story, his face paled, and beads of sweat formed on his forehead unconsciously.Still, it wa...