The Emperor is kidnapped, and the useless daughter destroys the three realms

Chapter 413 I Will Follow You

Realizing his loss of composure, he quickly looked away, lowered his eyes, his handsome face slightly cold, and pursed his lips to cover up his inner panic.

"If you want to thank me, there's no need. This is not for you."

"It's just that Ruan Yi always said in front of me that he missed home. I felt annoyed by the bothering, so I came here to give you a ride. If you don't want to go, then I can take Ruan Yi back alone."

"Also, my time is precious. I didn't come to you just for this matter. Time is urgent. I came to see how you are practicing. Have you been lazy?"

I watched the cruelty of it all from the dark and shook my head secretly.

He even donated his out-of-print storybook to others, so how come his Lord has made no progress after reading it?

When facing Miss He, the Emperor seemed to be manipulated by a mechanism, and his words were always inconsistent with his heart.

He clearly came here specifically to see Miss He, but he insisted that it was on his way.

It was obvious that I had just heard Miss He say that she missed her family, so I wanted to suggest taking Miss He home, but she insisted that it was for Ruan Yi.

He couldn't understand.

Why can't you just say everything outright?

Love is really confusing.

If this continues, when will the Emperor be able to catch up with Miss He?

Ruthless hindsight thought...

If the Emperor cannot catch up with Miss He, then won't his out-of-print storybook never come back? !

Ruan Xihe was amused by the fact that Fu Ling kept telling lies without changing his expression.

Ruan Yi was the child she brought back from the slavery. He had stayed in the Ruan family for less than a year. How could he miss home?

Moreover, during this year, Ruan Yi spent the most time with her and Yinhuan. If Ruan Yi missed home, he would naturally want to see her first.

Ruan Yi said he missed home.

It would be better to say that the sows of Zishang Country can climb trees and the fish can drive cars.

"Whether I'm lazy or not, you'll know after a few moves, right?"

Ruan Xihe rolled up his sleeves, put his hands on the table, and leaned closer to him.

She raised an eyebrow at him, "You suppress your cultivation to the level of Spiritual Emperor, and come fight me."

Fu Ling was about to refuse, but she said, "Don't refuse, otherwise you'll be admitting in disguise that you didn't come to me for this."

Seeing that what she said was well-reasoned and logical, Fu Ling's words of refusal were stuck in his throat.

You have to fill the hole you dug yourself.

"Okay, I'll do as you say." He pondered for a moment and said slowly.

The two of them moved from the stone table to the empty courtyard.

Ruan Xihe curled her lips into a smile, and attacked Fu Ling with a clenched fist. Although she did not use any spiritual power, her intimidating aura did not diminish in the slightest.

"Fu Ling, take it!"

Seeing that she didn't use her spiritual power, Fu Ling didn't use his spiritual power either.

At the beginning, because neither of them used spiritual power, he was afraid that he would hurt her, so he just dodged to the side.

But the more they fought, the more he realized that her moves were not simple.

It was as if he had been trained and practiced thousands of times, and every move he made was perfect without any mistakes.

But hasn’t she only started practicing for over a year?

Just because of this distraction, Fu Ling received a palm strike on the shoulder. He took two steps back and suddenly became serious.

But as the two fought, Fu Ling could feel more and more that these moves could not be mastered overnight.

Many moves require repeated practice before one can master their subtleties. It would take at least ten years, if not a hundred years.

Without the support of spiritual power, he would have no chance of defeating her.

There are more and more mysteries about her.

Fu Ling couldn't see clearly.

Suddenly, Ruan Xihe's steps became unpredictable, real and fake, and his figure flashed behind him in an instant.

Fu Ling froze, and just as he was about to withdraw and counterattack——

"caught you."

Ruan Xihe smiled faintly.

She put one hand from behind, from Fu Ling's shoulder to his neck, and pressed her five fingers against his throat.

With his other hand he grabbed Fu Ling's wrist, captured his hand and put it behind his back.

Because there was a height difference between the two, when Ruan Xihe performed these movements, his entire body was almost stuck behind Fu Ling.

Feeling the warmth on his back and the fragrance coming from the person beside him, Fu Ling felt a little restless and his Adam's apple rolled.

He wanted to move forward, but his body was restrained and he couldn't move at all.

Ruan Xihe poked half of his head out from behind him and said with a smile: "Fu Ling, you lose."

"Ah."

He swallowed hard, his eyes dim.

"then you......"

She stretched out her words but didn't continue.

The feeling of his throat sliding under his fingertips was inexplicably strange and itchy, so Ruan Xihe immediately let go of the hand that was pressing on his throat.

But the hand that was holding Fu Ling's wrist did not let go.

Not only that, she also secretly moved her fingertips to his wrist, and her fingertips touched his pulse.

Sure enough, it became much faster.

She pretended to be surprised, "Fu Ling, why is your heart beating so fast?"

Fu Ling's heart skipped a beat when he heard that.

My breathing became a little disordered.

After a long while, he remained expressionless and replied calmly, "This is how the battle would be. There's no need to make a fuss."

"Oh." Ruan Xihe did not refute his words.

She stepped forward, came to Fu Ling's side, took Fu Ling's wrist, sat back on the stone bench together, and poured herself a cup of tea.

"Thank you for your kindness, but I have decided not to go home tomorrow. And now that you have checked my cultivation, you can leave."

Fu Ling frowned, "Not going home? But I clearly heard you..."

The words paused.

He pursed his lips quickly and almost let the cat out of the bag.

"You..." Fu Ling asked tentatively, "Why don't you go home? Ruan Yi is in the Juxian Tower in Nanzhan City. You don't have many days to spend together. Don't you want to see him? Don't you want to go home with him?"

"Of course I do." Ruan Xihe sighed and pretended to be helpless, "But I have something to do these few days and I really can't go back. You tell Ruan Yi to take him back with me when I have enough time off next time."

"Didn't you say before that you had no plans for the day off?"

"I forgot about it before. You know what a bad memory I have. I just remembered that I promised Hua Yu that I would go to Lingyue Country with him these days."

"Hua Yu?" Fu Ling frowned. "Is this person a man or a woman? What is his background? What is his intention in approaching you?"

As he spoke, Fu Ling sent a message to Wuqing, asking him to investigate this Huayu Island carefully.

Wuqing thought to himself that the Emperor was unwilling to make his feelings clear to Miss He, but he himself cared a lot about the people around Miss He.

I really don't understand what he is thinking.

"He is the eleventh prince of Lingyue Country. Don't worry, he and I are both disciples of the Nanzhan Academy and the Beast Taming Branch. I am safe when we go out to play together."

"No." The pressure on Fu Ling suddenly dropped, and his tone did not allow for refusal.

"why not?"