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Shang Fuyan had known for a long time that his wife was hiding a secret, but since she didn't say anything, he didn't ask her too much.

But now that he actually saw the other party unleash their supernatural powers, he still felt a complex mix of emotions.

In particular, the other party did not hesitate to take Yang Shaoqin as their disciple...

At this moment, Lin Yue, who was barely clinging to life after being stabbed by Yang Shaoqin, finally managed to see Shang Fuyan's face clearly as he struggled.

The moment he saw it clearly, Lin Yue's expression of despair and resentment suddenly changed.

"Fu, the God of Fusang..."

However, as blood flowed from the wound, his life force gradually faded, and his voice became barely audible unless one listened carefully.

After a brief exchange with Yang Shaoqin, Sang Huan didn't plan to linger. She straightened up and tilted her head towards the quiet Shang Fuyan beside her.

"Fusang, there are still so many villagers lying outside in the town. I'll bury them first."

Without hesitation, Shang Fuyan nodded, paused for a moment, and then stepped forward to take Sang Huan's hand.

Seeing that his only lifeline was about to leave, Lin Yue, whose will to survive had reached its peak, finally snapped.

"Your Majesty! Don't be fooled by that demoness!"

A hoarse, shrill voice rang out, instantly drawing the attention of the group who were about to leave, causing them to stop in their tracks.

There were only three people in the room: Yang Shaoqin, a mortal who was spared from being killed, and Sang Huan, the "demoness" who had beaten Lin Yue to a pulp.

It goes without saying who this "god" is calling out to.

Shang Fuyan stopped in his tracks. He slowly turned around, his long, narrow, and aloof phoenix eyes lowered slightly, his dark, long eyelashes casting a gray shadow on his eyelids as he quietly observed the man in front of him.

Lin Yue was overjoyed to see that he had finally turned back.

"Lord Fusang! It really is you! You were tricked and your soul fell to the mortal realm to undergo tribulation. We immediately descended to search for you after receiving the news! But we searched for a month without success. We never expected that you were imprisoned and bewitched by this demoness! Lord Fusang, this demoness must have plotted against you! Please don't be deceived by her!"

Lin Yue spoke with deep sorrow and hatred, his eyes filled with intense hatred as he looked at Sang Huan.

He said that he had been unable to find the whereabouts of the deity, and it turned out that this female demon had kidnapped him!

Moreover, this demoness's magic is bizarre; she must have absorbed the essence of the God to become so powerful!

Otherwise, how could a mere demon from the lower realm be so strong!

Thinking of this, Lin Yue felt not only the fear of almost dying at the other party's hands, but also a sense of disgust at being desecrated.

After all, these immortals all pride themselves on their noble and holy origins. How could it not be a disgrace for the leader of the immortal realm to be defiled by a mere demon?

As his thoughts raced, Lin Yue remembered what Feng Yuan had said earlier, and immediately had an idea.

If that's the case, then he might as well push all the blame onto this woman. The Fusang God is such a cold and aloof person, he would definitely be angry if he knew that he was being teased by a little demon.

If she were to kill the little demon in a fit of anger, Feng Yuan could clean up the mess and her actions wouldn't be exposed.

With this thought in mind, Lin Yue looked at Sang Huan with cold eyes.

"Your Majesty, this demoness is after your life essence! You mustn't be bewitched by her! I possess a token that connects me to the Heavenly Realm. If only..."

Shang Fuyan ignored him completely, nodded politely to Yang Shaoqin beside him, borrowed the dagger Sang Huan gave him, and pulled it out without hesitation, throwing it towards Lin Yue.

The entire action took no more than five seconds, and Lin Yue, who was focused on how to shift the blame onto Sang Huan, didn't have time to react.

I felt a chill on my neck, and all the words that were brewing in my throat vanished instantly.

Before his smug expression had faded, the world before him began to spin.

The sound of a heavy object hitting the ground rang in his ears, and in the last second before his consciousness faded, Lin Yue finally came to his senses.

It turned out that the heavy object rolling on the ground was his head...

Without Lin Yue's clamor, the world returned to silence. Shang Fuyan, without changing expression, picked up the dagger from the ground, took out a silk handkerchief, and wiped away the filthy bloodstains.

Then he turned around and walked towards Yang Shaoqin, who was standing to the side, dumbfounded.

"What your master gave you, cherish it."

Shang Fuyan lowered his eyes and handed over the dagger. His indifferent and deep gaze made Yang Shaoqin's neck feel cold. He subconsciously shrank his head and carefully reached out to take it.

"Okay, okay, I will take good care of it."

After meeting the two, Sang Huan was the one communicating with Yang Shaoqin.

Sang Huan is beautiful, has a cheerful personality, and speaks to him gently.

Therefore, Yang Shaoqin was not afraid of her, and even thought that she was a fairy sister.

And Shang Fuyan is accompanying the fairy sister?

He barely uttered a word the entire time, not even bothering to glance at Yang Shaoqin. Naturally, Yang Shaoqin assumed that the other party was a gigolo who lived off a woman.

I even secretly thought to myself that the other person wasn't good enough for the fairy sister.

But now, seeing the other party's ruthless way of attacking without saying a word, Yang Shaoqin suddenly felt that it was quite good that he didn't want to talk to him.

Otherwise, what if I don't understand the other person's personality and offend them...?

Seeing the severed head of the "Immortal" lying not far away, Yang Shaoqin couldn't help but shrink back.

"You just killed him? Aren't you curious about what he said?"

Seeing Shang Fuyan walking towards her, Sang Huan, who was leaning against the window out of boredom, couldn't help but blink, showing no sign of panic at having her secret exposed.

Shang Fuyan met her gaze, his cold eyes unconsciously softening. He took the girl's hand in his, his deep voice filled with seriousness and determination.

"He's just a stranger; how could I have a rift with my wife because of him?"

"Oh~ Aren't you afraid he's telling the truth~" Sang Huan leaned closer to him, deliberately lowering her voice and speaking in a sinister tone.

"I am the demoness who imprisoned you, and I want to drain all your life force!"

As she spoke, a fierce look appeared on her delicate face, revealing her bright white teeth.

Seeing his adorable wife, Shang Fuyan's previously irritable mood was instantly amused, and the last trace of gloom in his eyes disappeared completely.

A slight smile played on his lips, and a helpless smile appeared in his eyes.

"You,"

The man's long, slender fingers, with their distinct bone structure, reached out and gently pinched the girl's nose, earning her a pout of dissatisfaction.

"So what if she's a vixen? I love Huanhuan, and Huanhuan is my wife. I'm willing to let my wife suck me, but..."

Huanhuan is a good-for-nothing; he'll probably have to stay by his side for the rest of his life and won't be able to find another god.

The last sentence was whispered by Shang Fuyan into Sang Huan's ear.

After all, there was a child nearby; such remarks were inappropriate.

The moment he spoke, the little dodder flower, who had just been pretending to be fierce, suddenly blushed.

"You! What nonsense are you talking about!"

"Am I not telling the truth?"

Shang Fuyan blinked innocently, mimicking her gesture, but a mischievous smile lingered deep in his dark eyes.

Sang Huan was annoyed, "Fu! Sang!"

"Hmm~ My husband is here~"

"Shameless!"

Ultimately, none of them had the thick skin of this guy. Sang Huan stomped her foot in frustration, turned around, grabbed Yang Shaoqin, and angrily went to deal with the three puppets next to them.

Looking at his wife's sullen and frail figure, Shang Fuyan smiled, but his thoughts involuntarily drifted away following what Lin Yue had said.

Shang Fuyan only suffered amnesia from the fall, not that he became an idiot.

Although he doesn't remember what happened to him before or where he lives, he is certain that his current name is not "Fusang".

Otherwise, why would he have shown absolutely no reaction to Sang Huan's name when they first met?

Based on the dead man's words and Sang Huan's address, Shang Fuyan could basically confirm one thing.

He might really be the reincarnation of that so-called Fusang God, undergoing tribulation.

As for whether Sang Huan was trying to deceive him because of his luck, it didn't matter. She had become his little wife, so what was wrong with her absorbing some of her husband's luck?

Isn't that what should be done?

What concerned Shang Fuyan even more was another matter mentioned in Lin Yue's words.

Lin Yue said that he descended to the mortal realm this time to find his reincarnation.

From this, we can infer that his status in that celestial realm must not be low, otherwise people wouldn't have gone down to the mortal world specifically to search for him.

But this is exactly what Shang Fuyan is worried about.

Lin Yue descended to the mortal realm with a purpose. Now that the other party has suddenly died, what if the people in the heavenly realm can't find him? Will they send even more people down to the mortal realm to search for him?

If that's the case, won't they face even more trouble in the future?

In particular, he is now just an ordinary mortal. No matter how high his martial arts skills are, he is no match for those immortals who can summon wind and rain.

Otherwise, Sang Huan wouldn't have left him in the cabin, only having him watch over Yang Shaoqin.

What if those crazy bastards suddenly lay a hand on his little wife? As a mere mortal, would he be powerless to do anything but watch?

What if Sang Huan can't defeat those lunatics...?

What will he do then?

As a husband, he couldn't even do the basic thing of protecting his wife...

This is what Shang Fuyan is most worried about.

My mind was filled with countless thoughts, and my desire to become stronger grew stronger.

Recalling the conversation between Sang Huan and Yang Shaoqin, Shang Fuyan pursed her lips, finally making up her mind, and strode towards Sang Huan.

"Huanhuan..."

Sigrún has taught at the Iceland University of the Arts as a part-time lecturer since and was Dean of the Department of Fine Art from -. In – she held a research position at Reykjavík Art Museum focusing on the role of women in Icelandic art. She studied fine art at the Icelandic College of Arts and Crafts and at Pratt Institute, New York, and holds BA and MA degrees in art history and philosophy from the University of Iceland. Sigrún lives and works in Iceland.

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