The Immortal Cultivation World of Male Inferiority and Female Supremacy

Du Ruxue opened her eyes, still somewhat confused: "Am I dead?"

"Yeah, both of us are dead."

Fang Zhou sighed at her: "You were beaten to death by General Yaksha, and I was just passing by and got killed too. Talk about injustice."

Du Ruxue’s eyes looked vacant as if she couldn’t quite process everything.

Fang Zhou thought she actually believed him and slapped her face twice: "Wake up, don’t fall asleep."

Du Ruxue pushed Fang Zhou’s hand away, struggled to sit up, leaned against the wall, and said to Fang Zhou: "Did you save me?"

She had already recognized Fang Zhou, mainly by the mask on his face. Not long ago, he had sneaked into the Imperial Palace in the middle of the night for some unknown reason, and she had chased him away.

Upon hearing Du Ruxue’s words, Fang Zhou retorted dryly: "If it wasn’t me who saved you, then did General Yaksha suddenly have a change of heart, put down the butcher’s knife, and ascend on the spot?"

"Thank you!"

Du Ruxue said softly: "Consider it a life I owe you."

Fang Zhou curiously asked: "You went all out because you owed Qiao Zhi, the Emperor, a favor, so how will you repay a life you owe me?"