Chapitre 666: The Empire and the beauty (81)_1

LAN 'er, put the knife down. Let's talk this out ...

Wen Xian strode towards Fu min's direction, his gaze fixed on the dagger in her hand, afraid that the sharp dagger would accidentally cut her slender neck.

"Don't come over."

Fu Shang tightened his grip on the dagger.

The bloody mark deepened.

Her skin was very white, and it was a shocking sight to see against this bloody mark.

As expected, Wen Xian stopped in his tracks. His thin lips pursed into a straight line. alright, I won't go over. Put the knife down.

The Empress's noble and majestic eyes were cold.

"Wen Xian, you should know my character. I'd rather ..."

"I'd rather die than die!"

That's right, Fu min was gambling. She was gambling on Wen Xian's reluctance. She could tell that Wen Xian really liked her. Perhaps it wasn't just like her, but ... Love.

The Empress's bright red lips opened and closed.

"I'd rather die."