Concubine God

Chapter 29

Suddenly leaving Long Aoxuan's restraint, the pain on her wrist surged like a tide, affecting Murong Zijing's fragile and sensitive nerves. Not to mention that she was doted on since she was a child in ancient times, even in modern times, she is held in the palm of a man's hand My beloved, when did you receive such rough treatment?

The grievance in her heart and the sharp pain in her wrist made Murong Zijing's eyes turn red, and tears fell down her face, but her stubborn personality made her unwilling to be discovered by Long Aoxuan at this time. Feeling so fragile, he could only hide behind Shen Fanhao more and more, pressing his forehead against his back to hide his tears.

Suddenly feeling wet behind his back, Shen Fanhao frowned, originally wanted to pull her out, but Long Aoxuan let go of his guilty hand, and pushed her further behind him without a trace.

"Shen Fanhao, hand over the doll!" When Long Aoxuan heard that Murong Zijing was injured, a flash of distress and guilt flashed in Long Aoxuan's eyes, but then he was overshadowed by jealousy. Shen Fanhao's maintenance of Murong Zijing and her dependence on Shen Fanhao stimulated It hurt his eyes and burned his reason, so that he, who was always careful, didn't notice anything wrong with Murong Zijing.

"Leave it to you, who has lost all reason and looks like a jealous husband? I'm sorry, I can't give my sister to such a person!" Shen Fanhao straightened his back, his eyes were piercing, and he showed no intention of giving in. Instead, he protected Murong Amethyst tighter.

"This king orders you to hand over Princess Xiangrui immediately!" Long Aoxuan's voice turned cold, and he swung his sleeves heavily behind him, showing the dignity and dominance of the royal family, and it was the first time he ordered his friends like a prince.

"Impossible! My lord, I'm afraid I forgot. Although Xiaomin is just a small businessman, at least 20.00% of Shenglong Kingdom's treasury revenue has to rely on my Shenlai Villa." Shen Fanhao narrowed his eyes dangerously, He oppressed him as a prince, and he fought back by controlling the lifeline of the country's economy!

Shen Fanhao's words caused the murderous aura in Long Aoxuan's eyes to rise suddenly, the eagle-like phoenix eyes stared sharply at Shen Fanhao's black eyes, and Shen Fanhao did not have the slightest intention of avoiding, but looked back at Long Aoxuan with the same sharp eyes Ao Xuan.

For a while, two best friends who had been friends for many years confronted coldly because of a girl, and the smell of gunpowder continued to spread between them.

I don't know if it can be regarded as a kind of tacit understanding. During the confrontation, the two looked at each other, and they saw the same decision in the other's eyes. So, in an instant, the two jumped out of the hall at the same time, and stood in the courtyard .

Under the silvery moonlight, a duel seems to be about to start...

The night was dark and the moon was dim. In the vast open space in front of the hall of Shenlai Mountain Villa, a crescent white and a tall figure of navy blue were standing on both sides of the courtyard, looking at each other coldly.The evening wind blew over the temples of the two of them, gently rolling down a few green leaves from the sycamore tree in the courtyard.

The moment the sycamore leaf fell to the ground, the two jumped up with their swords out at the same time. Suddenly, the quiet moonlit night was cut by the crisp sound of the two swords colliding.In the night sky, two vigorous figures collided with each other and fought fiercely. Their movements were so fast that people could not distinguish them. Even the figures of the two became blurred, and only the flashing sword light could be seen.

"Oh my god, how did the two of them really fight?" With her bright eyes wide open, Murong Zijing tried hard to see the situation of the two of them fighting clearly, but she was helpless, but couldn't tell the difference, so she could only wring her hands anxiously. Rubbing the hem of his clothes, his little hands turned white from excessive exertion.

The fight between Long Aoxuan and Shen Fanhao was still going on, Long Aoxuan waved his big hand, and the sword energy pierced Shen Fanhao's shoulder, Shen Fanhao was not to be outdone, and pierced Long Aoxuan's arm with a sword.However, with the passage of time, Shen Fanhao gradually became frustrated with Long Aoxuan's ruthless and fierce swordsmanship, and finally he was even punched several feet away with his palm, and his body hit the thick trunk of the sycamore tree hard, Sliding to the ground, he spat out a mouthful of blood.

"Brother Hao!" Now, Murong Zijing finally saw the battle situation clearly, Shen Fanhao was injured?This scene made Murong Zijing pale with shock.

Originally, she was worried about Long Aoxuan, because Shen Fanhao was after all a disciple of the Martial Saint, and his skills were extraordinary, but who would have thought that Long Aoxuan would be even better, and even beat him seriously?This is too cruel!

Rushing to Shen Fanhao's side, he took out the medicine box from his cuff, Murong Zijing opened the box with trembling little hands, and took out a Zixiang Yulu pill with a faint medicinal fragrance, and took it for him. After getting better, I finally breathed a sigh of relief.

"Long Aoxuan, you are too much!" Looking at Long Aoxuan with red eyes angrily, the traces of scars on his body made her feel distressed, but, his overbearing and unreasonable, even shot Shen Fanhao to serious injury , it made her even more angry, even sad.

Looking coldly at Shen Fanhao who was resting weakly against the tree trunk and Murong Zijing standing in front of him, Long Aoxuan pursed his lips tightly, and held his big hands tightly under the sleeves of his robe, as if he was suppressing himself The anger in my heart.

"Why are you so angry? Anyway, if I don't go back, doesn't it just follow your wishes? I will do things that are not in line with my status all day long, and I will lose your face. Since you don't like me, why don't you let me go? So go back to Murong right away, and I won't get in your way again!" Murong Zijing was holding her breath, roaring a little hysterically, her baby face, which was always smiling, was stained with deep sorrow, and tears had long since filled her eyes. On the cheek, drop by drop fell on the ground, and then disappeared...

Glancing at the expressionless Long Aoxuan with hazy eyes, Murong Zijing gritted her teeth, clenched her fist, wiped away the tears from her cheeks with her small hands, turned around resolutely and walked towards Shen Fanhao, helped him up with difficulty, and led him into the room. Walking, before leaving, he paused, and said to Long Aoxuan without turning his head: "I have already informed my brothers and sisters about my visit to Shenlai Mountain Villa. You don't have to worry about it, please go back." Long Aoxuan Aoxuan, please reflect on yourself, no matter how much this princess likes you, she will never do things that are too much for you!

However, just after Murong Zijing supported Shen Fanhao and walked a few steps, she heard a rush of footsteps behind her, and then Murong Zijing felt a big warm hand tightly grasping her own. arm--

"No, that's not the case. Baby, don't go!" Holding onto Murong Zijing's lotus root arm tightly, facing her back, Long Aoxuan actually felt unprecedented fear.

(End of this chapter)