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

Chapter 90 She Is A Heartless Little Scoundrel

The sound of the little guy's baby crying reached his ears.

Feng Fuce paused, and looked over involuntarily with his indifferent long eyes.

He frowned slightly: "What are they doing?"

A Shura envoy observed for a while, then wondered, "It seems... the princess is crying about a dead eunuch, Lord Hou, wait a moment, and I will go ask you."

He stepped forward quickly.

After a while, hurry back.

"I heard that a young eunuch in the Orangery died. Those eunuchs carried him here to meet the princess. The little princess didn't know why, but she burst into tears after knowing his identity."

No matter how cold Feng Fuce's eyes were, at this time, after a brief daze, a burst of anger suddenly rose.

It turned out that this little villain had always thought he was a eunuch! ?

The Shura envoy was unaware of Feng Fuce's suppressed anger.

Looking in the direction of the princess, he shook his head with emotion.

"Your Highness, the little princess, must be sincere and kind. After hearing that the little eunuch had never read a book, she cried even more sadly. Sigh, he was born noble, but he has such a compassionate heart!"

"If the subordinates see it, the eunuch deserves to die, and it is worth it!"

Asura envoy had just finished saying this when he noticed a cold gaze falling on him.

He turned his head and realized that Feng Fuce was staring at him darkly.

"Chu Ping, you talk a lot today."

Shura's face was startled, and he quickly lowered his head: "This subordinate made a mistake!"

Feng Fuce turned his cold gaze back to Bai Zhi'er.

The little man cried into tears in Qingmei's arms.

Ah……

A heartless little villain, she can't tell who gave her the oranges.

He shouldn't be soft-hearted.

Feng Fuce walked over.

The young eunuchs in charge of carrying the corpse were a little scared when they saw him.

Feng Fuce stood still in front of Bai Zhi'er, his eyes lowered coldly, staring at the little eunuchs gloomyly.

"You just let a corpse infected with smallpox be exposed in front of the princess?"

The little eunuchs were almost scared out of their wits.

Wan Zonghou is the well-known living king of Yama!
Those Asura envoys wearing evil ghost masks behind him are scary to look at!
The little eunuchs hastily raised the stretcher again: "Slaves, let's go now, please forgive me, Lord Hou!"

Feng Fuce's eyebrows and eyes were extremely cold, colder than the frost and snow around him.

"The Marquis allows you to leave?" He raised his jaw, his young face began to have a handsome outline.

It also carries the coercion of a terrifying superior.

Asura stepped forward and immediately blocked the way!

The little eunuchs' legs are weak, and they want to cry but have no tears!
At this moment, Feng Fuce felt a soft little hand tightly grasping his sleeve.

He turned his eyes to look.

Bai Zhi'er was looking up with her small face, and there were still tears gathering in her dark and moist eyes.

Even though she was extremely wronged and sad, she still had a face full of dissatisfaction, puffing her cheeks.

"I don't allow you to beat them." Her little milk voice was crying.

Although I want to pretend to be fierce and talk fiercely.

But because she had just cried, her voice sounded like a child's coquetry.

Feng Fuce raised an eyebrow.

His thin lips parted into a sneer, and he bent slightly.

"Okay," the young boy's voice was clear and bright, but there was an intriguing sneer hidden between his brows: "The princess doesn't cry, so I naturally let them go."

"I'm not crying!" Bai Zhi'er put her hands on her hips and straightened her body.

In terms of momentum, Zai Zai will never lose!
Feng Fuce glanced at her: "There are tears in the eyes, and you said you didn't cry?"

Bai Zhi'er immediately turned around and wiped her eyes carelessly with the back of her hand.

When she turned around again, Shui Lingling's eyes were clear and crystal clear, there were no teardrops, only the redness from crying just now.

"It's all right now!" She stood on tiptoe for Feng Fuce to check.

Feng Fuce lowered his eyes and looked at her quietly.

He straightened up and waved his hand lazily: "Let them go."

The Shura envoy stepped aside.

　Children, Dragon Boat Festival is healthy!
　　
　
(End of this chapter)