Wedding night!I tore the clothes of the God of War

"...Uncle Nine Emperors?" Seeing Feng Dingchu here was indeed beyond Feng Yexuan's expectations.

As for the people on the top of the tent, he didn't need to see who they were.

The familiar feeling is imprinted in my heart.

I just don't know why they appear together?
Feng Dingchu took two steps forward, and he came to Feng Yexuan in an instant.

Suddenly raised his fist and landed on the bridge of Feng Yexuan's nose.

"what!"

Chu Qianli, who was sitting on the top of the camp tent, was taken aback, and following the sound of the hard punch, she let out a low cry.

Uncle Nine... Uncle Nine really hit Prince Xuan!

Without any real energy, just such a punch, really!heavily!It hit Feng Yexuan in the face!
Prince Xuan probably didn't expect Feng Dingchu to attack him, and his protective energy didn't have time to condense at all.

He didn't have the slightest precaution against Feng Dingchu, he trusted his Nine Emperor Uncle so much!

Even Chu Qianli could see this clearly.

A heavy punch landed, and Feng Yexuan's eyes turned black for a while, his tall body was caught off guard by him and fell on the chair.

Before Feng Dingchu finished, he grabbed his lapel and lifted him up.

From this angle, Chu Qianli could see clearly that Prince Xuan had a nosebleed!
"Uncle Nine Emperors..."

It was still Feng Dingchu's punch that greeted this call.

Feng Yexuan didn't dodge or dodge, and abruptly received a punch with his handsome face.

With such a heavy force and such a loud impact, Chu Qianli felt pain when she heard it.

Unexpectedly, Uncle Jiu's attack was so heavy!

Feng Yexuan stopped talking and looked at Feng Dingchu.

The third punch also landed on the bridge of his nose.

Fortunately, Prince Xuan's face is genuine, not a single part of it is artificially made.

Otherwise, it would be strange if Uncle Jiu's style of play didn't distort his nose and mouth.

Finally, Feng Dingchu let him go.

Without saying anything, he jumped up, put Chu Qianli on his arm again, and left.

Come without a trace, go without a trace.

From the campsite of Prince Xuan's team to Chu Qianli's dormitory at the inn, the distance is a bit long, but the time is very short.

It seems to be gone in a blink of an eye.

Until she sat on the chair, Chu Qianli still couldn't react. She raised her head and stared blankly at the man standing in front of her, unable to look away.

His expression was indescribably complicated.

But it's like, there's no expression at all.

Completely stunned.

Lord Xuan, he was beaten, he was beaten badly, and he still couldn't fight back.

Because, it was his Nine Emperor Uncle.

"How?" Feng Dingchu bent over, looked at the silly girl, and blinked: "Have you relieved your anger?"

"Uncle Jiu." Chu Qianli called hoarsely.

Feng Dingchu's beautiful eyebrows couldn't help but frowned slightly: "You won't tell me, do you want to cry? I haven't seen your girl cry..."

"Ugh..."

Now, really let him see.

Chu Qianli hugged his arm, buried her face in his clothes, and began to cry.

This girl didn't like to cry, but at this moment, she was crying desperately.

His thin body was trembling slightly, because he didn't want to attract the attention of the guards around him, so he didn't cry loudly.

Small, gently, weeping, weeping.

Depressed, but want to indulge.

A kind of unbearable sadness, from despair, gradually regained a little hope.

Feng Dingchu saw her cry for the first time.

There is a feeling of headache.

People who are too stubborn, when they cry, it is really heartbreaking.

His hand was raised, and after a long time, it landed on her head and rubbed it gently.

"Did I...did I owe you a bad girl in my previous life?"

Suddenly he picked her up, jumped out of the window sill, and walked away in an instant.