Fu Lin raised his head slightly and glanced at the three people present, then, lightly rising from his chair, he then knelt in front of Han Qianqian and Su Yingxia, his head lowered.
“What we did to you in the past when we were in the Fu family, I know that the crimes are too numerous to write, and I also know that there is no point in saying any words of reparation now.”
“We have hurt you and your wife, and we have hurt you very deeply, and as the most representative of the Fu family stranded in Cailuo City, and as Fu Mei’s own brother, I know why I was called here late at night. But as you said, many of them are not able to participate in the decision making, so I also hope that after you kill me, you will spare the others who are stranded in the Fu family.”
With those words, Fu Lin rushed towards the two couples, Han Qianqian, and heavily kowtowed three times.
Each time he kowtowed, he did so with full force, hitting the floor with a thud, and from this alone, it was enough to see that Fu Lin’s attitude wasn’t too bad.
And indeed, Fu Lin did.
When he thought about the Fu family members left in the city, how could he not feel compa*sion for them as family members?
After all, they were the same people who had fallen to the ends of the earth.
“The Fu family has trapped my wife and daughters, and even betrayed their trust and killed my brothers, so in public and private, I will never be soft on the Fu family. Han Qianqian said.
Seeing Han Qianqian look over, Su Yingxia sighed, “Yingxia was not a member of the Fu family long ago, Qianqian, everything is up to you.”
“Good, in that case.” Han Qianqian got up and shouted at Mo Yang, “Bring the sword.”
With a movement in his hand, Mo Yang directly threw the saber in his hand to Han Qianqian.
After receiving the sword, he directly pulled it, and at once the sword came out of its sheath with a cold light.
Fu Lin closed his eyes and gritted his teeth, waiting for death to come.
He suddenly felt that the sword did not reach his body, but he could clearly feel its coldness, and when he opened his eyes, he saw that the sword was crossing his eyes.
Cross?
He snapped out of it and lifted his head to realise that Han Qianqian had not killed him with the sword, but had instead placed it in front of him in the air.
“It’s just a sword for you, why are you so nervous?” Han Qianqian smiled, “Do you like it? Take it if you like it.”
Fu Lin was a little confused, but since Han Qianqian had already asked, he had no choice but to hurriedly reply, “I like it.”
“Take it.”
He was a little afraid to take it, but in the end, he took it with a stiff upper lip.
“This sword is a good treasure, and I ordered Mo Yang to engrave the word Cai, which means that it, in the future, will represent the city lord of Caili City.” Han Qianqian said.
Snap!
As soon as he heard these words, Fu Lin’s hand went soft, and at once the sword fell directly to the ground, falling with a loud clatter. His face was pale, and he was completely helpless for a while, wanting to pick up the sword but not daring to do so.
“Fulin, I have already said that this sword is equivalent to the jade seal of the lord of a city, are you going to let it fall from your hand like this? In future, if someone else attacks the city, won’t you still be like this?” Han Qianqian said, slightly dissatisfied.
Fu Lin was even more confused, what did Han Qianqian mean by this? He meant that he wanted to be the lord of Cailuo City!
But, but how was this possible?
How could he not only not kill himself, but also ……
He even suspected that he was dreaming.
“Three thousand since the Caili City Lord’s seat to you, you should do is straighten up your back to do a good job, still stand still what? Why don’t you hurry up and pick up the sword?” Mo Yang shouted.
Fu Lin hurriedly picked up the sword, but the man still looked at Han Qianqian in an unusually dumbfounded manner.
He couldn’t understand, and he was even more unclear as to which one Han Qianqian was singing.
“Get up, as the lord of a city, how can you just kneel down for someone?” Han Qianqian smiled at Fu Lin and said in a soft voice.
He was afraid to get up, holding the sword but suddenly collapsed and sat on the ground, crying loudly: “What do you …… want?”