Chapter Fifty-Nine Luckily Luckily

as long as they were willing to stand up and lend me a hand…”Even Qin Luo didn't realize it, tears were already streaming down her cheeks as she spoke, her voice choked with emotion. "But no one came..."My beauty, your voice is so sweet!" The fat man greedily drooled, his saliva landing on Qin Luoyan's pristine white neck.

She felt so sick, she almost threw up. After a bout of dry heaving, she quickly added, “I— I am the woman of Marquis Wuxuan!”

"King Wu Xuan" The obese man stiffened visibly at the sound of those three words, but the next moment his hand still reached out to Qin Luoyan. "Beauty, don't think that bringing up King Wu Xuan will make me let you go. You say you are someone else's woman, why couldn't you choose anyone else Why did you have to say you were King Wu Xuan's Don't you know that King Wu Xuan is utterly heartless when it comes to women He is a notorious playboy, having played with countless women. To date, no woman has ever been able to become someone close to him. So, even if you had something in the past, I am not afraid. You think he remembers you"

All the doors and windows in the house were tightly shut, with incense burning in the corner. The scent was unique; Qin Luoyan, who was already suffering from medication, inhaled the fragrance and found herself increasingly unable to control herself.

She gritted her teeth, squeezing the porcelain shard in her hand with all her might. Fresh blood welled up from her palm, but the pain was a welcome distraction, keeping her anchored to reality.

At this moment, she suddenly thought of Fu Zimu.

Everyone says beauty and ugliness, love and hate, are all relative. Fu Zi Mo insulted her, so she hated him. But compared to Fu Zi Mo, this obese, ugly, and repulsive man seemed to evoke a deeper hatred in her. In this comparison, her hatred for Fu Zi Mo didn't seem as intense.

It was very quiet, the only sound in the house was the tearing of clothes.

At the entrance of the Taoist temple, Jin Mu waited for a while and saw Fu Zimo quickly approaching. In the blink of an eye, he appeared before them from outside the ten-zhang opening.

His fluttering robe hem betrayed his anxious state, though his face still bore its usual cold expression.

"What on earth is going on" Fu Zimo asked coldly.

Jin Mu Dao: “Earlier, it suddenly started raining heavily. We followed the villagers to this place for shelter. I saw Qin girl's clothes were soaked wet, so I let her go to the Taoist temple to change into dry clothes. There are only female Taoist nuns in this temple, they wouldn’t let me in, so Qin girl went in herself. Unexpectedly, she didn’t come out after that. The little nun said she left from the back door…”

"She won't leave." Fu Zimuo answered with certainty, his gaze falling on Yisheng. "If she wanted to leave, she would definitely take her."

"Uh…Yisheng said the same thing. So I think Qin girl must have had an accident.” After Jinmu finished speaking, he pulled Yisheng back a few steps. If he wasn't worried about this child, he would have rushed in long ago.

Fu Zi Mo stood silent, but his gaze was cold and terrifying. He raised his hand, and the door was slammed open by a strong wind.

The door panel was old and creaked with a shrill screech when it was pushed open. He walked in, and without any visible movement, he instantly appeared in the inner courtyard.

Although Jinmu knew his master was skilled in martial arts, he still couldn't help but admire the exaggerated speed every time he saw it. He pushed Yingsheng aside and instructed, "Just stay here and don't move. We'll come back for you later. If you still want to save your sister, don't hold us back."

Yingsheng originally wanted to follow in, he wasn't afraid of danger, but when Jinmu said that, his step backtracked and then he nodded seriously.

Fu Zi Mo barged into the inner courtyard, yet he didn't startle a single Daoist nun. Those nuns usually kept company with guests at night and rested during the day, so only a few were active in broad daylight. Plus, with Fu Zi Mo's exceptional martial arts skills, the nuns couldn't even detect his presence.

He didn't waste time with these Taoist priestesses in a hurry, he just grabbed one to lead the way. Suddenly, that Taoist priestess was choked by a hand at her neck, thinking she had seen a ghost, she looked closely and it turned out to be a man who was incredibly handsome. Her mind was turning.

Unfortunately, her reaction made Fu Zimo feel annoyed. With a forceful grip on her neck, he crushed it. He then decided to find the others as quickly as possible.

Suddenly, he turned his head to look at a small room in the corner. His face immediately darkened as he walked over. He raised his hand, and as soon as it touched the door panel, it crashed down with a loud noise.

The obese man sprawled on Qin Luoyan’s back turned in surprise, “Which idiot…” Before he could finish the word "died," he was so scared that he rolled off the bed.

"So it's just a lowly little soldier!" Fu Zi Mo snorted coldly, his voice as chilling as ice.

"I, I, small, little have seen King Wuxuan..."

A fat man knelt on the ground, trembling all over in fear. He was Wei Jun's deputy general, but in Fu Zi Mo's mouth, he was merely a small soldier. Indeed, with Fu Zi Mo's status and power, it wouldn't take more than a word to dispose of him.

Fu Zimuo walked forward step by step, kicking the obese man blocking his way aside. When he stood beside the bed and looked at the woman on the bed, her clothes were in disarray and her face was flushed unnaturally red, his pupils couldn't help but tremble.

He slowly turned his head, fixing his gaze on the obese man.

Perhaps his gaze was too terrifying, the fat man actually disregarded his dignity and kowtowed, "Your Highness, please spare my life! Please spare my life! This one is blind and doesn't recognize Mount Tai. This one has committed a crime, a crime..."

"Guilty, then die." Fu Zimo spoke calmly, but the fierce killing intent emanating from his body directly terrified the fat man into collapsing to the ground.

"My lord, my lord... I didn't mean to..."

The obese man tried to say something else, but he never got the chance. As soon as he uttered the word "she," Fu Zimo felt a wave of nausea wash over him. He kicked the man in the chest with all his might, sending him flying.

He came to his senses, looking at the person tossing and turning on the bed, their face flushed red as if it could drip water. He growled, "Qin Luo Yan!"

Qin Luoyan's eyes were hazy, her pupils reflecting his handsome face, but it wasn't quite clear. She seemed to be in a daze.

Suddenly, she screamed in terror, "No, no! Don't touch me! I love the King, my body belongs only to the King! Don't touch me, don't touch me, or I'll die..."

She seemed incoherent, just waving her hands about in a daze. She grew increasingly agitated as she spoke, picking up the porcelain shard and moving it towards her neck.

"Stupid woman!" Fu Zi Mo sighed, easily stopping her hand and holding the weak her in his arms. He murmured softly: "At this time, you still think of me Are you sincere or insincere It doesn't matter, I don't even bother with your sincerity."

Qin Luo Yan was hazy and confused, clutching at him in his arms. Perhaps the medicine had taken effect again, her two hands restlessly groping on his body.

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