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Chapter 582 The Story of Fuso

"I haven't seen you for so many years, but you still come to see me, which shows that you still miss me very much."

Lord Jian smiled naughtily, his gaze on Fusang changed a little.

Lianqiao said at this time, "Fusang, the master gave you a chance earlier, don't you want to miss it this time?"

Lianqiao wished she could kill Wang Dagaozi with a single sword right now, but Xue Wushuang told her that if Fusang couldn't pass this test by herself, her knot would never be resolved.

So Lianqiao could only stand there, waiting for Fusang's move.

"Master? You actually accepted someone from Dongxuan as your master? According to your status, you need to recognize your master? Fuer, why don't you come back to Beiman with me."

Lord Jian continued, his eyes still focused on Fusang.

Fusang's hands trembled a little, her eyes were bloodshot, she clenched her teeth, staring at the person in front of her, with endless hatred in her heart.

"Fu'er, how can you say that your father is the only prince of the North Man, and when you return to the North Man, you will only have countless glory and wealth. What's the point of being someone else's dog here in Dongxuan?"

Lord Jian looked at Fusang, but he was not in a hurry.

He knew that Fusang would definitely not kill him.

Lian Qiao became anxious as she watched from the sidelines, and her long sword touched the back of Lord Jian, "Shut up!"

But Lord Jian didn't seem to be afraid at all, because he could see that the intention of the two of them was still focused on Fusang.

"Fu'er, you are my only daughter. You are not on the same level as Lei Taoyan. You are a member of the royal blood of the Northern Man, and you always want to return to the Northern Man. Go back with me. Fuer, my good daughter."

Lord Jian was still talking there, Fusang's hands trembled more and more.

Lianqiao moved the long sword forward, and cold sweat oozed from Prince Jian's forehead.

"Fusang!" Lianqiao shouted at Fusang, "What are you talking about with a scum like him!"

Fusang also closed his eyes at this time, and shouted at Uncle Jian, "Go to hell!"

She lifted up the long sword she was waving, and then slashed at Lord Jian.

Seeing the long sword slashing towards the middle of his head, Lord Jian panicked, and he shouted in a trembling voice, "Fu'er, Fu'er, I'm your own father!"

Just when the long sword was about to reach Lord Jian's forehead, the movements of Fusang's hand suddenly stopped.

Seeing that the long sword was about to strike down, Lian Qiao stopped, and when she looked at Fusang, she was trembling all over, and two lines of tears were still falling from the corners of her eyes.

This is the first time that Lianqiao sees Fusang cry, never before.

Lord Jian was also in a cold sweat, and when he found that Fusang didn't attack him, he smiled again.

"Fu'er, I know you are reluctant, after all, I am still your own father. You should go back to Beiman with me. Beiman can enjoy endless glory and wealth."

Lord Jian acted like a good boy when he got a bargain, just now he was worried about being cut in two by Fusang, but now he started talking and laughing again.

With a bang, the long sword in Fusang's hand fell to the ground.

Lianqiao watched Fusang turn her back, her body was still trembling.

"Yeah, I'm your own daughter, and I'm the only Princess Fu with royal blood in Beiman, but do you still know that I'm your own daughter! How did you treat me back then?!"

(End of this chapter)