Swoosh!
A flash of sword beam shot out of the long sword in Nan Xian's hand, rushing toward Fu Qingjiu who was still trapped in a giant pit and cut off her nose.
"Ah!"
A heart-wrenching cry emitted from the giant pit, making Fu Yu explode like a bomb.
"Qingjiu!"
In the palace, love and warmth among the royalty was extremely scarce. When Fu Qingjiu was injured, and even when Fu Yu knew that Fu Qingjiu was in danger, he did not save her.
However, this time…
Hearing Fu Qingjiu's heart-wrenching cry, Fu Yu's entire body trembled. Perhaps, he knew that he would soon be meeting his fate and he had found the courage to go against Nan Xian.
"Nan Xian, you…"
Just as Fu Yu spat out the words, he could feel a stinging pain in his tongue. He made a grunting sound as he pointed at Nan Xian indignantly, but he was not capable of saying a word.
"Since you like to sow discord, you don't need this tongue."
