Will never be thrown away.

This sentence was like a small vow, obviously not serious, but it seemed to fall on his heart.

Fu Sichen's dark eyes flashed, he took her little hand and squeezed it gently, as if whispering: "So good."

A strange chill rose from the bottom of Zhao Ran's heart. She looked at him nervously and said nothing.

In the eyes of outsiders, the relationship between the two has reached a certain level.

Jiang Muchen was even more furious. He had neglected his duties for a short while, and Yuan Baoer actually got close to the big devil:

"Fu Sichen, Bao'er doesn't understand. She's still young and can't see through your machinations, but I understand. If one of you, Zuo Zhaoran, dies, do you want to raise Yuan Bao? Will you be your death ghost?!!

"

As soon as he finished speaking, a black shadow suddenly flashed past and moved Jiang Muchen to the door of Yanyu Pavilion.

The movement was too fast, like a thunder and lightning. When everyone reacted, they found that Fu Sichen was pinching Jiang Muchen's neck. His face was pale and he was about to die.

Zhaoran was the closest to him and the first to react. He rushed forward and grabbed Fu Sichen's lapel:

"No!! Please don't!!"

At this moment, Fu Sichen was like an evil ghost from hell. He glanced at her coldly and then looked at Jiang Muchen:

"Your Highness, Fourth Highness, can't you keep your mouth shut?"

As he spoke, he slowly lifted her up, seemingly effortlessly: "You dare to mention her when you yell like this in front of me?"

After that, he threw Jiang Muchen hard to the ground, and only heard a "boom" sound. Jiang Muchen hit the ground hard and curled up in pain.

"Fourth brother!" Zhaoran was about to rush over, but was picked up by Fu Sichen: "He's not dead."

He glanced contemptuously at the suffering man on the ground, then looked at Zhaoran and whispered: "Go ahead, he is dead."

"..." Zhaoran's pupils shrank suddenly, her little face turned pale with fright, and she shook her head: "I'm not going."

Her breathing was rapid, full of fear of him, for fear that Fu Sichen would not believe it. She put her hand on his arm and begged softly:

"Do not be angry."

She knew that if Fu Sichen could say it, he could do it.

It was like a beast that had no feelings for all living beings, but it put all its energy and emotions on her alone, making her breathless.

Jiang Muchen was helped up. He screamed repeatedly, his face was gray, as if his arm was broken and he couldn't move.

No one dared to act rashly.

They all seemed to be holding their breath, looking at this man who frightened them from the bottom of their hearts.

But he seemed to only have eyes for the little girl in his arms, and he gently put her on the ground, making it impossible for anyone to imagine that this was a murderous demon who never blinked an eye.

"Go find your mother." he said.

Zhao Ran nodded, walked to Jiang Yanran obediently, and was hugged by her mother. At this moment, everyone in Yan Yu Pavilion knelt down on one knee with their hands folded, shouting:

"Congratulations to Miss Yuan!!!"

The sound is deafening and frightening.

Here, there are princes, prime ministers, royal guards, and all kinds of distinguished people.

But the person Yan Yu Pavilion surrendered to was just a little girl.

Zhao Ran stared blankly at Fu Sichen. He stood in the center with a tall and elegant posture. He held one hand in front of him and slowly raised the corners of his mouth.

It was as if he was looking at his inevitable prey, or his treasure.

At this moment, she suddenly felt something broken.

It was as if a ferocious beast suddenly broke into the quiet lake, hurting the people around her wantonly, conquering the city, and trying to occupy the mountain to become the king.
Chapter completed!