Chapter 663

Everyone was staring at Fu Jiu, even the White Guardian was quite surprised, not knowing whom Fu Jiu was looking at.

Fu Jiu's smile was full, the pink lips curved in a bewitching arc; as they walked, the red robe fluttered, exuding endless allure.

He stopped in front of Fu Hanxiu.

This sight made the White Guardian's gaze gradually grow deep.

Even Fu San beside him thought he had come to pay respects to Your Majesty.

Unexpectedly...

Under everyone's gaze, Fu Jiu produced a bunch of bright flowers as if performing a trick.

Indeed, it was a bunch of flowers!

The bunch was quite large, filled with various flowers in dazzling array; as soon as it was taken out, it attracted butterflies.

Then, amid the astonished gazes of the crowd, he handed the flowers toward Ye Qingran...

Fu San: "......"

It's over, Fu Jiu is dead.

"Beautiful lady, you are the most beautiful woman I have ever seen in this world; please accept my flowers, it would be my honor."

Fu Jiu is good-looking and speaks pleasantly; in Fu San's words, he/she is excessively flirtatious.

If it were an ordinary woman, she would likely have already been conquered by his charm.

But who is Ye Qingran?

At the very least, she is the number one beauty of Huaxia in the 31st century of the Fu Ling era, having seen countless beauties!

Moreover, although the Emperor Sovereign is not openly flirtatious like Fu Jiu, his hidden charm is invincible!

She curled the corner of her lips with a playful arc, crossed her arms, raised her brow, and remarked, "These flowers are nice. Are you sure you want to give them to me?"

Fu Jiu caught the implied meaning in Ye Qingran's words.

He did not dare to look at that person.

He gave a wry smile, "Certainly. I brought these flowers all the way from the Summit of Zhu Lu."

Ye Qingran nodded solemnly, "Since you put so much heart into it, thank you."

She said and then took them over.

"As long as you like it."

This whole maneuver left Fu San staring, bewildered.

He knew Fu Jiu was flirtatious, but he didn't expect him/her to be this flirtatious!

Previously being flirtatious was fine, but this time he/she might end up ruining himself/herself.

Fu San couldn't bear to look at Fu Jiu; turning his head, he indeed saw his/her Majesty's face already black as a pot bottom.

We're doomed!

"Fu Jiu!"

A low voice filled with endless chill seeped from Fu Hanxiu's lips.

In an instant, everyone present felt a chill rising from the soles of their feet, penetrating the marrow, making even their souls tremble.

The crowd reacted—Elder Ye Xiu was angry!

Indeed, Elder Ye Xiu is the husband of Instructor Ye; for this man named Fu Jiu to present flowers to Instructor Ye right before him is undoubtedly a provocation—no wonder he's angry.

But Elder Ye Xiu's anger seems terrifyingly intense.

Fu Han's heart gave a jolt; he gazed solemnly at Fu Hanxiu, silently making a decision in his heart.

Never mind, Fu Jiu may be flirtatious, but after all he/she is our brother; if His Majesty really intends to strike, we must stop him/her no matter what.

Fu Jiu is feeling quite awful right now.

He felt as if he were about to freeze into ice; the killing intent was almost tangible, slicing him so that no part of his body was without pain.

Before doing this, he had considered that His Majesty would be angry, after all he had long heard that His Majesty possesses an extremely strong sense of ownership over this female master.

For example, last time Fu Er went to Donglin Country, thinking himself clever, he offended this female mistress; not only was he sent back to the Summit of Zhu Lu by His Majesty, but he also suffered a most brutal punishment, and to this day his fate remains unknown.

Thus, he has always been curious about this female mistress—just how specially does His Majesty treat her?

This bouquet of flowers is his probe.

The facts prove that his outcome is even worse than Fu Er's!

At least Fu Er's fate is unknown; what about him...

"Fu Hanxiu, that's enough."

Ye Qingran had no doubt that if she did not express herself, Fu Jiu might be done for...

But this time, Fu Hanxiu seemed not to have heard, completely ignoring her.

Ye Qingran noticed his eyes were deep and endless, a surge of dark color; even she was startled for a moment.

She knew Fu Hanxiu's possessiveness toward her was strong, but she didn't realize it was this strong.

"Fu Hanxiu, I like this bouquet only because it is from the Summit of Zhu Lu..." Ye Qingran whispered in his ear.

Fu Jiu clearly felt his/her body lighten, as if a burden had been lifted.

Fu Hanxiu gradually calmed down, staring fixedly at Ye Qingran.

"If you like it, I will personally pick it for you."

Ye Qingran smiled and agreed, "Okay."

Alas, having such a man—is it a blessing or a curse?

What Ye Qingran does not know is that her present worry will one day actually come true.

All this happened in just a few breaths; those around felt nothing, but Fu Jiu felt as if he/she had walked through the gates of hell.

He glanced gratefully at Ye Qingran, his heart clear as a mirror: if not for Ye Qingran stepping forward, he would already be a corpse.

In any case, even if Your Majesty killed him, he would not utter a single word of complaint, after all this life was given by Your Majesty.

But what made his heart race was that Your Majesty's regard for Ye Qingran had far exceeded his expectations.

He did not know whether this was a good thing.

Nevertheless, at least for now, this is quite good.

Your Majesty has walked alone for many years; to fall in love with someone and have a bloodline continue is something that makes all the brothers of the Pinnacle of the Hunt happy.

Moreover, after this incident, he realized which thigh is the thickest in the Pinnacle of the Hunt...

Beside them, Nan Gong Cang saw the scene and his eyes flickered.

He had been worried about not finding a chance to ingratiate himself with the Pinnacle of the Hunt; now, isn't this an opportunity?

So he spoke, "Ye Xiu, you really have guts; do you not know that this is Lord Fu Jiu of the Pinnacle of the Hunt?"

"So what?"

Fu Hanxiu's voice was light and indifferent.

Ye Qingran shook her head.

Nan Gong Cang, you're dead!

"Fu Jiu, kill him."

To the bystanders, this sounded like Elder Ye Xiu of the Academy ordering the Emperor's fierce general Fu Jiu of the Pinnacle of the Hunt.

"Hahaha, Ye Xiu, who do you think you are, letting… Fu Jiu kill me? Hahaha!"

Nan Gong Cang laughed loudly,