Li Fuguo walked to Xiao Mozi's body in despair, knelt there, trembling lips, and murmured: "How could you? How could you? You haven't felt that I am better than him."

He really thought that he could bring her more than Li Tan. In a very confident tone, he leaned into her ear and whispered: "I am much stronger than Li Tan, and I am much more powerful than him. Yes

I took his life, I took his life with just one sentence, and I can protect you better."

As he spoke, Li Fuguo's palms opened unconsciously, as if he wanted to grasp something, maybe power, maybe destiny.

"It's not very pretty either." Yu Chaoen walked over and said in a sharp voice: "It's not worth it."

"You don't understand."

"Ha." Yu Chaoen chuckled and walked away.

Li Fuguo squinted his eyes and stared at his back. He thought for a moment that getting rid of Li Tan was not in vain...

"Boom!"

Suddenly there was a loud noise in the distance. Li Fuguo was so frightened that he fell to the ground and turned his head to look blankly.

In an instant, he thought of many things, such as Xue Bai, and the team delivering supplies from the Anxi Army... Xijing Fengxiang should not have made such a mistake and was taken advantage of, but recently, no one's mind was on the war.

Li Fuguo suddenly got up and rushed to the palace.

In times of crisis, he must rush to the saint's side as soon as possible.

Behind him, the little moth's body was still lying there, and the blood gradually gathered under her body, like a red flower blooming.
Chapter completed!