ing 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 w..."Subordinate..."
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Nian Wan was just about to apologize, but before she could even utter the word "dare," she felt a darkness before her. Fu Zi Mo had already approached, kicking her chest hard with his foot. She cried out in pain and was forcefully pressed into the yellow sand, leaving a large pit in its wake.
Fu Zi Mo was seriously injured, such an attack was also a great harm to him. With one foot landing, he couldn't help but spit out another mouthful of blood.
"Master, please take care of yourself. I'll do this!" Seeing him spitting blood, Ni Wan's face was both frightened and worried. She gritted her teeth and raised her hand to strike herself. The force in her hand was considerable, with no intention of being sneaky at all! With a single palm strike, Ni Wan's entire form trembled even more violently.
But the master didn't call a stop, so she dared not stop. Therefore, under the worried gazes of everyone around her, she delivered one palm strike after another onto herself. Watching this, everyone beside her couldn't help but feel pity.
Even Jin Mu, several times couldn't help but want to speak and persuade, but Fu Zi Mo's anger on his face was too thorough, so no one dared to step forward and say a word of persuasion.
"You think, Your Highness wants those few fragmented drawings" Fu ZiMo scoffed with a laugh tinged with sorrow. He laughed and shook his head, "Just a few blueprints What are they, what do they even amount to!"
His low growl sent shivers down everyone's spine, causing them to kneel and bury their heads even lower!
Compared to her, even a complete blueprint wouldn't amount to anything for this king!" Fu Zimu roared, staggering back two steps before falling onto the yellow sand.
As the wind picked up, dust swirled around him, settling on his face and stinging his eyes, bringing a prickling sensation of tears.
Ni Wan looked at Fu Zi Mo lying on the ground, and for a moment, she felt a sharp pain in her heart. She knew he cared about that woman, but she never expected him to care to this extent.
She was his confidante, naturally knowing what he had gone through along the way. He wanted that blueprint, wanting to become stronger to contend with those families who had centuries of foundation. She saw his efforts and sacrifices, and because of this, she knew what that blueprint meant to him.
And now he says that even the complete blueprints don't compare to her place in his heart!
Nianwan suddenly felt like laughing, she laughed, but even though she was smiling, tears flowed from her eyes. She choked out, "Master, I'm sorry, I didn't know how important she was to you..."
Ni Wan wept uncontrollably. If she had known, she would have never put that woman in any danger for those few scraps of images. She would have never let him become this hollow shell devoid of a soul.
The air, utterly still, hung heavy. For a long while, time seemed to cease its flow, leaving only swirling yellow sand.
Suddenly, a flock of black eagles soared through the sky. The clouds had dispersed, and under the blazing sun, the group of eagles appeared as tiny black dots flashing across the heavens.
Fu Zi Mo suddenly sat up, letting out a low curse, "Damn it! How could this king have overlooked such an important clue!"
Everyone was still confused about what he was saying, and then they heard him order Kaneki: “Kaneki, count how much blood there is.”
Jin Mu was startled, and instantly understood. He hurried to clean up the blood water. After counting it, he was shocked, "Your Highness, there are a total of fifteen tubs of blood water!"
"Fifteen, fifteen! There are exactly fifteen men in the Fierce Sun Army squad!" Fu Zi Mo's face was grave, his fists clenching involuntarily. "They are truly worthy of being from the Ling family of Xiangnan. They even know how to use this method to disrupt this King's composure!"
Jīnmù and Níwǎn were also very excited. Seeing Fǔzǐmò's previous state, both of them had a feeling of fear. They quickly echoed: "Yes, the side princess must still be alive! Since she is the key to finding the remaining fragments of the map, how could the Shōngān Líng family let her die so easily We were just too panicked earlier."
Fu Zi Mo remained silent, but his heart was filled with both regret and relief. He suddenly realized that he, who had once possessed no weaknesses for the enemy to exploit, had now so easily revealed his vulnerable point.
This was definitely not a good thing for him. When he lost his cool, his rational judgment went out the window and he made a wrong decision. This time it only delayed his chance to track down Qin Luoyan, but what if next time he missed his opportunity to rescue her
"Damn it!" Fu Zi Mo cursed under his breath, his gaze sweeping towards the distance. In the distance, on the desert horizon, there was nothing but wind and sand, yet he couldn't tear his eyes away.
As darkness fell, the night was devoid of stars and moon, leaving only a blanket of deep, ink-like blackness.
In the dilapidated house, there was only a single dim kerosene lamp flickering with tiny sparks. The wind seeping in through the window cracks nearly extinguished the flame.
In the desert, the temperature difference between day and night is enormous. At night, it gets so cold that it's bone-chilling.
Two people huddled in the corner, one holding the other tightly in their arms. As the cold wind blew, both shivered at the same time.
Qin Luoyan felt a splitting headache, like it was about to explode. She slowly opened her eyes and saw Xiao Fan right in front of her, "Senior Brother..."
"You're finally awake." Xiao Fan let out a breath of relief, but he didn't release his grip on her hand.
Qin Luo'yan was startled, hurriedly supporting her heavy body to push him away a little. "Senior brother, where is this"
Xiao Fan shook his head, "I don't know, but she should still be in the desert. Otherwise, it wouldn't be so cold. The wind blew all day, and you fainted from the fever earlier. There's no medicine in this desert, I'm really afraid you won't make it." As he spoke, Xiao Fan reached out and touched her forehead, "It's still a little hot, but much better than before."
That explained why she felt so ill, she must have caught a cold. Qin Luoyan shook her head to clear her mind and then looked around the room. It seemed to be an abandoned stone house, with crumbling stone walls on all sides. Even the tung oil lamp was missing a section.
"What about those men in black" Qin Luoyan asked again.
Xiao Fan pointed outside. Qin Luo Yan climbed to the window and looked out, seeing a group of men in black outside their house who had built a bonfire and were gathered around it, roasting meat. They also brought strong liquor and dry food. Seemingly sensing the gaze from inside, a few men in black turned their heads briefly but then nonchalantly returned to their fire.
"Big brother, those little girls are so frail, are we really going to take them back home" A man in black bit into some dry rations and asked the person across from him.
“Yuntian died at the hands of the Li family from Xiangxi. This is the Li family from Xiangxi breaking their promise and not taking us seriously! Since this woman is the future daughter-in-law of the head of the Li family, we must bring her back to be held accountable. Otherwise, if the master finds out, we won't have a good explanation." the man said.
The man in black, who had been gnawing on his rations, nodded. "But boss, that little girl's figure is really drool-worthy. We've been out here for half a month and haven't had time to touch a woman. If we don't..."
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