"For Qi Chen?"
Ji qinglin stared at Fu Shang quietly. His beautiful black eyes looked stubborn, as if he was determined to get an answer.
Fu Tiandi's face was still smiling as she looked at the sword in the man's hand. Her lips twitched and she said, ""Of course. I can't just watch him die, can I?"
Ji qinglin didn't know what to feel.
It was clearly him.
However, when he saw how Fu min treated him coldly because of his other identity, he felt a fire burning in his heart ... To be precise, it was jealousy.
Even though she knew that it was really meaningless to be jealous of herself. But Ji qinglin couldn't control himself.
Fu Shang looked at the sword in Ji qinglin's hand again.
She also pulled out her sword and stabbed it at Ji qinglin. It pierced through Ji qinglin's sleeve. Fu Shang exerted some force in his hand and an ear-piercing sound was heard.
The two swords collided.
Sparks flew.
The two of them were locked in a fierce fight.
