Emperor Leng's favorite belly black mad concubine

Chapter 1588 I want to be your woman [2]

He was dressed in white, like a fairy like snow, clean and not stained with dust.

In his dark eyes, there was only his own shadow. At that moment, Fu Ling's eyes became brighter and brighter, as if her savior had appeared.

"No... no injury?" Yes, no injury.

Fu Ling learned from the owner of the Colosseum yesterday that this god-like handsome man is called Xue Wushang, and his name is as clean as his own.

"Save... save me, save me..." Fu Ling slowly grasped the corner of his toga, as if grabbing a life-saving straw, and grasped it so hard that she couldn't care less about vomiting blood from her mouth. what.

Xue Wushang's indifferent expression was like ice on a high mountain, "You said that I would let this deity save you?"

Xue Wushang slowly bent down, approaching Fu Ling with a charming face.

The lips and teeth of the two are no more than five centimeters apart.

Looking at the magnified handsome face in front of him, Fu Ling, who was on the verge of death, still felt the youthful mood of a young girl bumping like a deer.

She nodded lightly, her eyes becoming more blurred, "Wu Shang, can you save me? I want to be... be your woman..."

"A woman of the deity?" Xue Wushang's smile did not reach her eyes, she just stared at Fu Ling with a pair of peach blossom eyes, her voice was so soft that water could drip out, "Do you love the deity?"

"Love..." Fu Linggui nodded erratically, "I love you so much."

From the first time she saw Xue Wushang from the Colosseum, she fell in love with him. Although she didn't know his identity or his name at the time, it didn't hinder her girl Huaichun's thoughts at all.

"Love so much that I ask you to do anything, are you willing?"

"Well, I am willing, as long as I become your woman, I can do whatever you want me to do."

Xue Wushang smiled suddenly, as if the pear blossoms were all in bloom, but there was a trace of coldness in his smile, "Then give me your hands."

"Huh? What?" Fu Ling didn't hear clearly. Suddenly, a blood mist rose in front of her eyes, and she screamed "Ah!"

When she realized what had happened, she looked down and her hands were gone.

'Snapped! The severed hands fell in front of her from the air, and Fu Ling was completely frightened, and quickly stepped back, "Ah, my hands, my hands!"

The pain and fear brought Fu Ling close to collapse.

Xue Wushang's hands hooked her chin, and her tone was charming, "Didn't you say that you love me so much that you are willing to do anything I ask you to do? I want your hands, so you should give them to me, or... ...are you lying to me?"

"No..." Fu Ling made a weak voice, "You...you did it on purpose!"

Xue Wushang shook off her head, and stepped on her broken hands with both feet, "What I hate the most is being touched by other women, you have offended me."

He had already set his sights on these hands when they were in the Colosseum.

Fu Ling touched his face and threatened to let him be her man. How could Xue Wushang endure such insults and molestations?

"Who the hell are you?"

"Want to know who I am? Hehe, you can see who I am." Xue Wushang smiled enchantingly.

Fu Ling only felt that this man was too unique. He was so ruthless, yet he was able to smile so embarrassingly.

When Fu Ling heard the movement and turned to look, her pupils shrank suddenly!
The guards and maids who had died, unexpectedly stood up slowly under the urging of the man.

(End of this chapter)