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

Chapter 804 Maybe You Were His Ancestor In The Past Life
Bai Zhi'er held her head high and said confidently, "It's not uncomfortable."

It doesn't hurt very much, but it just keeps drooling.

After finishing speaking, the little guy followed up with two hisses.

Feng Fuce sneered, "Hard mouth."

He thought about it for a while and said thoughtfully, "Well, the banquet will end after a while. If you are willing to take pills, I will take you to set off fireworks."

"Fireworks?" Bai Zhi'er's eyes sparkled suddenly: "Really?"

Feng Fuce's dark eyes were calm, he raised his eyebrows and said lightly: "Have I lied to you?"

Bai Zhi'er stretched out her little hand and hooked him: "It's a deal! I'll eat now. After the banquet, Brother Fu Ce must take me to set off fireworks!"

After all, the little guy dug out of his pocket for a long time, and finally found the small bag of medicine that Feng Fuce gave her.

She took one from it and stuffed it into her mouth, and she was immediately terrified!

The facial features on the small face were almost wrinkled together.

"Okay~bitter~ah~" She couldn't help shaking her body, making a series of trembling sounds.

Since Bai Zhi'er came to the mortal world, what he ate was not delicacies from mountains and seas, but delicacies.

Even gnawing sweet potatoes tastes better than this. Have you ever tasted such a bitter medicine?

She wanted to throw up immediately.

Feng Fuce frowned, and immediately reached out to pinch her two little cheeks.

"Swallow it, don't spit it out." The boy said domineeringly.

Bai Zhi'er couldn't spit it out, so he could only swallow it wronged.

The little guy was weeping bitterly.

Feng Fuce let her go, watching Bai Zhier wipe his tears away with the back of his hand like a kitten washing his face.

"I really paid a high price to watch your fireworks. If the fireworks at night don't look good, this princess will never end with you!"

Feng Fuce was amused by her childish tone.

Such a delicate little person can speak harsh words.

cute.

Feng Fuce nodded and said with a smile: "Try not to disappoint you. Let's go, I will accompany you into the palace."

Bai Zhi'er just stretched out her small hand for him to hold.

From the corner of the little guy's eyes, he saw a somewhat familiar figure walking towards this side.

"Eh?" Bai Zhi'er blinked her long eyelashes twice.

Feng Fuce followed her gaze and looked over.

It was Duke Ping.

His whole family was invited to the banquet, and they were just stopped by acquaintances, who were chatting and chatting.

Feng Fuce raised his eyebrows: "You know him?"

Bai Zhi'er's watery eyes were bright, clear and black: "He is Apple, right?"

Feng Fuce hummed.

Bai Zhi'er blinked her long eyelashes: "I dreamed about him."

"Dream?" Feng Fuce was puzzled.

The little guy said: "I had two very bizarre dreams. I was sitting on many tablets in his house, and he was always muttering words."

Feng Fuce narrowed his eyes: "Really? That's really strange."

He also stared at Duke Ping.

"I heard that Duke Ping is a filial son, and he also believes in the destiny of the mysterious art. According to others, when his family encounters major events, Duke Ping will go to the ancestral hall and ask the ancestors for advice before making a decision."

After all, Feng Fuce joked like a joke: "Maybe you were a relative or ancestor of his family in your previous life."

Bai Zhi'er snorted: "He doesn't have such a cute little ancestor as Zhi'er!"

Duke Ping felt two gazes.

He turned his head to look, and saw Feng Fuce and the princess standing together, they were very close, they were both looking at him.

Ping Guogong cupped his hands away, bowed, and then looked away.

Soon, all the courtiers who were invited to the banquet arrived.

Bai Zhi'er followed Bai Xilie and sat on the top seat.

Bai Xilie specially asked the Secretary of Palace Affairs to create a small dragon chair for his daughter to sit on, and it was placed beside his dragon chair.

(End of this chapter)