The Divine Doctor and Adorable Consort: The Demonic Emperor is Too Cunning

This means that Luo Qianmo will continue to help her escape danger, and will not abandon her.

Fang Qingyou looked at Luo Qianmo in surprise. She didn't think that her relationship with him had reached the level of sharing life and death, but he had actually done so.

What surprised Fang Qingyou even more was Luo Qianmo's strength. She knew he was not just a pretty face prince, and she knew he must be powerful, otherwise he wouldn't have survived this long.

But no one expected his martial arts skills to be so high; his agility and combat prowess were top-notch.

Fang Qingyou didn't know many people who knew martial arts, and she herself didn't know martial arts, but Luo Qianmo seemed to her to be more powerful than Green Leaf, Yi Lingyun, and Elder Xing.

Luo Qianmo is truly a man of great hidden talent.

Fang Qingyou didn't have time to think for long before she felt the hand on her waist increase its force, and then her body suddenly rose into the air.

Luo Qianmo used his lightness skill again, taking her flying.

Luo Qianmo carried Fang Qingyou as they flew forward. In a fleeting glance, she saw another group of black-clad assassins appear behind them, a dense, dark mass that must have numbered several hundred.

Fang Qingyou's lips twitched involuntarily. Using such a force against a weak woman like herself was simply using a sledgehammer to crack a nut!

As if sensing Fang Qingyou's thoughts, Luo Qianmo's indifferent voice rang out: "Don't be afraid. As long as I live, I will not let them harm you in the slightest!"

Luo Qianmo's voice was not loud, and even cold and devoid of any emotion, but his words touched Fang Qingyou's heart.

As long as I live, I will not let them harm you in the slightest!

I won't let them hurt you in the slightest!

The shock reached the very depths of my heart.

The lake of my heart, as if a small pebble had been thrown in, rippled with thin waves.

Fang Qingyou felt a lump in her throat; the person beside her was willing to risk his life to protect her.

"Thank you, Eighth Prince, thank you for saving me!" Fang Qingyou's voice was choked with emotion.

Normally, she would never have believed Luo Qianmo, but at this moment, his actions had already demonstrated his determination.

He wasn't just saying it; he really meant it.

"Thank me when you see tomorrow's sun!" Luo Qianmo said indifferently, tightening his grip on her waist once more, his figure soaring through the night sky like a phantom.

"Ah! Ah! Ah—" A series of screams rang out behind her. Fang Qingyou turned around and saw that the black-clad assassins who had been chasing them were now being entangled by a group of people.

From afar, she couldn't see who was who or who the group of people were; she only saw the two sides fighting each other, like a brutal war.

Screams filled the air, and blood splattered everywhere.

Because it was in the mountains, the screams echoed through the mountains, the sound reverberating loudly, each scream striking straight to the heart.

Fang Qingyou's face gradually turned pale.

This was the first time she had faced such a brutal battle, where life was being ruthlessly harvested like lifeless wood.

Is it for fame and fortune? Power and wealth? Jealousy and resentment?

In this world, life is as fleeting as the grass.

Not long after, Luo Qianmo landed on a mountaintop with Fang Qingyou.

Here, far from the carnage, the screams and the stench of blood still seem to echo in my ears and linger in my nostrils.

Feeling the trembling of the person in his arms, Luo Qianmo was somewhat confused. The Fang Qingyou he knew was not this timid.

She was not afraid of death, nor was she afraid of imperial power.

Looking down, Luo Qianmo saw the sadness and dejection in Fang Qingyou's eyes.

The emotion was so intense that it made his heart tremble.

It was at this moment that Luo Qianmo realized that she wasn't afraid, but rather compassionate.

Luo Qianmo was deeply moved. In his heart, he had never cared about human life. Apart from the people he cared about, he never cared about the life or death of others.

Whether those people were good or evil, in his eyes, there was no difference.

He never imagined that there would be such a compassionate person in the world.

He didn't know if it was because this person was Fang Qingyou, but at that moment, when he saw her eyes, he actually felt a little heartache.

"That's how the world is. It's a dog-eat-dog world. If you're strong, you can protect yourself; if you're weak, you'll be prey to others."

Luo Qianmo's voice was very soft and faint, as if it were from a distant place.

Fang Qingyou's hand trembled. Yes, it wasn't just this world; the modern world she once existed in was the same.

Those animals can only become food for humans, while in the human workplace, those who are capable, resourceful, or have family connections always occupy high positions, while the weak can only remain at the bottom.

The law of the jungle applies; those scenes of killing without bloodshed are just less gruesome, but the rules remain the same.

Fang Qingyou really felt that she was being a bit pretentious, but getting out of this pretentious state didn't seem so easy.

"Luo Qianmo, why did you come to save me?"

Fang Qingyou suddenly raised her head and stared at Luo Qianmo.

Perhaps because of her inner turmoil, she was very confused and suddenly wanted to ask this question.

“Because I want to save you.” Luo Qianmo stared into those compassionate eyes and said it almost word by word.

Every word reached her ears clearly.

"You clearly hate me so much..." Fang Qingyou was still puzzled, and had not yet fully voiced her doubts.

Suddenly, Luo Qianmo reached out and cupped her face in his hands.

His hand, slightly cool and very strong, landed on her face gently, like a feather drifting down in the wind.

This action rendered Fang Qingyou unable to utter the rest of her words.

Because she had a strong feeling that Luo Qianmo really wanted to protect her. If he disliked her, he probably wouldn't have done so.

In that instant, Fang Qingyou forgot to stop him from getting close.

This kind of intimacy goes beyond mere intimacy; it becomes particularly ambiguous.

"You think I hate you?" Luo Qianmo's breath was close to her nose, and the hand that held her face gently caressed her cheek, his slender fingers lightly brushing through her hair.

"I..." Fang Qingyou didn't know how to answer. At this moment, Luo Qianmo seemed to have turned into gentle water, every word and every glance was gentle.

This feeling made her think that he was facing a rare and precious treasure that he cherished greatly, which was why his gaze was so gentle, softening all the hardness in his eyes.

At that moment, Fang Qingyou's mind was in turmoil. She felt that Luo Qianmo's concern for her far exceeded her imagination; he seemed...

Then, the Luo Qianmo she remembered before and the Luo Qianmo in front of her at this moment were two completely different people, making her not know who the real Luo Qianmo was, or what kind of person he really was.