Fantasy: Heavenly Dao Revolves Around Me

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Fu Yong has always considered himself a firm-willed person.

But when Yan Ganyu's winsome words came out, he immediately realized that Own's heart was shaken.

Lu Wuyong and the others had fifteen people in total, and even the lowest Cultivation Base was the same early stage Realm as himself. Surrounded by such a group of people, it was impossible for Fu Yong not to find it difficult.

However, dealing with this situation may not mean that there is no chance...

Fu Yong subconsciously looked at Fang Mingjing, and seeing Fang Mingjing's still smiling face made him feel at ease suddenly.

 …

The other party is a noble existence from outside Wuyou State, and I am afraid that there are countless secret treasures on him, just like using props to break through the sword formation before, the other party should have a lot of things that can deal with the current situation.

However, Yan Ganyu looked at his uncertain expression, as if he had guessed his inner thoughts 04, so while maintaining the movement of restraining Jiang Muqin, he sneered and said: "Let's tell you the truth, Senior Brother Fu, if it's just We don't have the guts to offend this little prince, but who let the existence of Cultivation Base Tongtian focus on him."

"What's the meaning?"

"Heck, didn't you realize that Senior Brother Su from Yu Yulai wasn't with us? Before he entered Jianxuancao Zang, he was smashed to pieces by the elder's ten palms from his own Sect by that senior.

Bai Yuzong Elder!?

Fu Yong's eyes widened when he heard this name.

As one of the most powerful forces in Wuyou Prefecture, the Elder of Bai Yuzong must be the existence of Condensed Realm, but now Yan Ganyu said that such a person was smashed to pieces by a powerful existence...

This unexpected news shook Fu Yong's heart that had finally settled down again.

"Hehe, Fu Yong, we don't have that much patience to spend here with you. If you want to understand this matter, you still have a way to survive. If you don't understand... this tomb is just your burial place!

"People don't want to kill the world for themselves, so what if they do some disgraceful things? What's more, as long as everyone doesn't tell about the things in this tomb, who will know?"

"Whether you want to be a grasshopper on the same line as us, or a pile of desolate bones here, Fu Yong, depends on your next answer."

Hearing the cold words of Lu Wuyong and others, Fu Yong's heart was in a mess at the moment.

Two roads have been placed in front of him at this moment.

As long as he is willing to surrender to the enemy, there is a way of life, and if he does not, it is a way of death——

"Young Master Fu!"

Jiang Muqin, who was restrained by Yan Ganyu with a dagger, spoke out urgently at this moment. Although her beautiful face was somewhat at a loss, she still gritted her teeth and shouted at the shaken Fu Yong: "You should understand, if something happens to the little prince, matter, the Empress Dowager and the others will definitely not easily—"

"Jiang Muqin, you want to threaten me?"

Jiang Muqin's words made Fu Yong's face pale at first, but the next second he suddenly became ferocious again.

 …

Even if he voted for Lu Wuyong and the others here, after the Jianxuan tomb is closed, he will still be torn to pieces by that angry Gu senior, and his father might also be implicated.

It's dead anyway.

The only difference is early and late.

After thinking this through, Fu Yong couldn't help laughing.

There was strong unwillingness and anger in his laughter, so now, what else is there for him to struggle with?

It is better to die sooner than later! If you can struggle a little longer, it counts as a little while longer!

And what kind of shit little prince, he didn't want to serve him long ago!

At this moment, Fu Yong's thoughts were completely clear. He recalled the resentment towards Fang Mingjing along the way, and the raging jealousy that had been suppressed deep in his heart. At this moment, the eyes looking at Fang Mingjing were terrifying.

"It seems that Senior Brother Fu has already made a decision?" Yan Ganyu smiled sweetly.

"Not bad, but I have a request."

"Say." Lu Wuyong looked at Fu Yong's frightening expression, raised his eyebrows slightly, and said as if giving alms.

"I want Jiang Muqin as a woman."

"...Oh, yes.

If it was any other embarrassing request, Lu Wuyong and the others would naturally not indulge him, but this woman... Although it is a pity, there is nothing to hesitate about.

Jiang Muqin's face turned pale.

But now she has no time to take care of herself, looking anxiously at Fang Mingjing who is everyone's target, but her struggling movements are useless under Yan Ganyu's hands.

"Little prince..."

"This is fun!"

Fang Mingjing, who had been peaceful and quiet since just now, laughed happily at this moment, especially when Fu Yong showed him a ferocious and jealous look, he couldn't help showing a look of joy.

Fang Mingjing smiled.

When that young beauty shows an innocent and pure smile, it is always sweet to people, but at this time, he is holding Yan Ganyu's head in his hand.

89...

That Yan Ganyu who put the dagger on Jiang Muqin's neck.

Even until this moment, Yan Ganyu's body was still restraining Jiang Muqin, but on her neck, the head had disappeared and appeared in Fang Mingjing's hands.

The surroundings immediately quieted down.

Lu Wuyong and the others looked horrified, they didn't know what happened at all.

Fang Mingjing obviously did not move under their gaze, but at some point, his hands grabbed Yan Ganyu's head as if it was a matter of course.

Immediately, an unspeakable fear filled everyone's hearts.

Among them, Fu Yong suffered the most severe blow.

He watched Fang Mingjing raise his hand, and lightly put the things in his hand onto the car.

"Great, you chose the wrong answer."

He smiled happily at Fu Yong.

Yan Ganyu's head began to fall from the sky.

Yue Jing slowly moved his hand, really very slowly...

,

but

The head that fell from a high place suddenly turned into dust and disappeared the moment it touched his hand...

No matter whether it was Fu Yong or Lu Wuyong, no one knew what he had done... Just a touch, and that head was wiped out, without any trace of Spirit Power.

"It's your turn next~".