shock!The tyrant's group pet cub is the daughter of heaven

Chapter 360 What is the quirk of Brother Fuce?
Feng Fuce picked her up and sat on his chair.

The Asura envoy at the side saw it, looked at each other silently, and lowered his head.

Bai Zhi'er swayed his little feet, tasting the pastries brought to Feng Fuce, and drinking tea from his cup.

The movements are smooth and flowing, very natural.

Standing beside her, Feng Fuce took out a piece of pastry with his slender fingers.

"Didn't you bring something to reward me? It doesn't count as my hard work." He just squeezed it in his hand and looked at it without eating.

The boy's eyes were dark, as if he had no interest in food.

Bai Zhi'er's voice was soft and waxy, and she hurriedly said, "Yes! I asked Sister Qingmei to prepare it for you last night!"

Hearing this, Feng Fuce raised his eyebrows and turned to look at the little guy.

"Didn't it come from your teeth this time?" He put down the pastry in his hand: "Then I'm not interested in eating it."

Bai Zhi'er opened her dark eyes and looked at him in confusion.

"Brother Fuce, this is specially prepared for you, why do you still want to eat what I squeezed out between your teeth!"

Feng Fuce smiled lowly for a moment, bent over to look at the little ball that looked like a ball of white cotton.

His tone was cold, with a little joke: "I didn't steal you, I think it doesn't taste good."

Feng Fuce just wanted to tease her.

But Bai Zhi'er puffed up her cheeks angrily: "Damn it!"

She held up the half-eaten pastry in her hand.

"I'll give you a second!"

The pastry was misaligned and rubbed against the corner of Feng Fuce's mouth.

He tilted his head slightly and ate it into his mouth.

Feng Fuce wiped the scum from his lips with his thumb.

He tasted it carefully twice, and nodded seriously: "This time the taste is much better."

Bai Zhi'er blinked her big black eyes and looked at him.

The little guy silently felt——

Brother Fuce's eating habits are so strange!I actually like to eat the leftover half of others.

Feng Fuce stretched out his hand, and pulled out Bai Zhier's handkerchief from Bai Zhi'er's sleeve with ease.

He squeezed the little one's fleshy palm and wiped the pastry crumbs off her fingertips.

And he leaned on the table casually, and asked in a cold voice: "I also sent someone to investigate the matter of you going to the archery range that day."

"Wei Zian also bought a young servant. He wanted to let that young servant do something at a critical moment, so that the third son could not hit the target."

Bai Zhi'er obediently let his little hand be pinched by him, as if she was used to the feeling of being taken care of.

She blinked her eyes wide, and her voice was sweet and surprised: "It's just like this? Huh, this is really stupid, I thought, what kind of harmful idea is there!"

Stupid?

Hearing this address, Feng Fuce frowned in dissatisfaction.

It's too close, Wei Zian is not worthy.

Feng Fuce asked calmly, "Should I send someone to break Wei Zian's leg?"

Bai Zhi'er immediately shook her head.

"No! He killed a person, I want to help those people get justice!"

Feng Fuce seems to have heard something interesting.

After wiping his hands, he still held the little guy's soft fingertips.

"Ask for justice? Even if Yang Liang has the heart to hurt others, do you still want to help him?"

With a straight face, Bai Zhi'er explained in a soft voice: "He wants to hurt people because he has nowhere to go, and he has his faults. What I want to do is to punish those who have made mistakes but don't need to admit punishment!"

After speaking, the little guy took the initiative to pull his hand away and jumped off the chair.

Feng Fuce looked at the empty palm, and pursed his thin lips in displeasure.

The little guy walked in front and asked curiously: "Brother Fuce, where was the little brother who was lying on the ground last time and liked to wriggle? Is he all right?"

(End of this chapter)