Feng Ni Shocks the Sky: Empress Dowager is too arrogant

Chapter 142 Taking the girl to visit the brothel 1
"That's right! Patriarch, you can't rely on us! It's obviously Feng Beiyue who doesn't want to follow everyone, how can you blame us?" Several disciples who followed the experience and were more protective of Feng Zhiruo echoed.

"Nonsense!" Feng Zhentian slapped the table, held back the roiling anger in his heart, swept towards Feng Qiuting's kneeling position, and asked, "Bei Yue is your own sister, you will definitely protect her, Qiu Ting, tell me ,what happened?"

Feng Qiuting, who was prostrate on the ground, slowly lifted her lips, revealing an imperceptible smile, then slowly raised her head, and said calmly, "Father, what Zhiruo said is true! My sister doesn't want to be with us." , if we know that my sister will encounter an accident, I will never let my sister insist on leaving us and act alone!"

"Yo? What's the matter, so lively? Could it be that I missed some wonderful show?"

A clear and refined voice came through the air, turned around in the hall, and the lingering sound lingered. Some people's ears were stiff when they heard it, but some people's ears were very pleasantly surprised. The owner of Tianfeng Patriarch, Fengzhen, who is facing the sky.

"Yue'er?!" Feng Zhentian exclaimed in surprise, revealing the excitement that a father should really have.

Feng Beiyue wore a pink fringed dress today, her hair was casually pulled into a delicate bun on the side, and she stepped into the hall with short flowing cloud boots. Huo, couldn't help raising his eyebrows in surprise, if Feng Zhentian hadn't acted too much, or really started to care about his little daughter!
Feng Beiyue picked a seat at random, Shi Shiran sat down, raised her calf, raised her eyebrows, and asked slowly: "Is there a party at the house today? Why didn't I know?"

"Feng Beiyue! Aren't you dead?" When Feng Zhiruo saw Feng Beiyue sitting there leisurely, her hair exploded and she stood up instantly, pointing at Feng Beiyue and yelling.

The expression of the smile froze in an instant, and the phoenix eyes narrowed slightly. How did she know that she was already dead?Could it be...Feng Beiyue slowly tapped the edge of the table with her index finger, stared at Feng Zhiruo, and said word by word: "You recognized me a long time ago?"

"What, what?" Feng Zhiruo's eyes flickered, she took a step back unconsciously, and argued a little guilty: "I don't know what you're talking about!"

Feng Beiyue retracted her left hand, stood up suddenly, and was in front of her in a blink of an eye, her arms strangled her neck as fast as lightning, her eyes were cold and bloodthirsty: "It's you! Push me into the turbulent flow of time and space?!"

"Yue'er, what do you mean by the turbulent flow of time and space?" Feng Zhentian asked strangely.Feng Beiyue ignored him, staring coldly at Feng Zhiruo in her hand.

"Feng Beiyue! Don't spitting blood!" Feng Zhiruo's face was pale, tangled, angry, fearful, all kinds of emotions came to her heart, her beautiful eyes were flushed, and she yelled without any regard for her image: "Patriarch, save me!"

"Yue'er?" Feng Zhentian also noticed that there seemed to be something hidden in the matter, and stepped forward to stop it, Feng Beiyue glanced over with a swish look, Feng Zhentian suddenly stopped in his steps.

A sneer appeared on Feng Beiyue's beautiful smiling face, which was obviously shorter than Feng Zhiruo's height of a head, which seemed a bit weird, but what was even more weird was that Feng Beiyue raised her powerless backhand with one hand. Feng Zhiruo, with a smile on her lips: "Say it, or not?"

Feng Zhiruo's small face was flushed, and tears overflowed unconsciously. At that moment, the breath of death really wrapped around her body. As long as Feng Beiyue exerted a little more force on her hands, she would disappear!

Looking at Feng Zhiruo who was in tears, Feng Beiyue couldn't help squinting her eyes slightly, and she felt more strength in her hands. At this time, Feng Zhiruo also realized that if she didn't say anything, she would die on the spot. She meant to plead for mercy, and Feng Qiuting would not stand up for herself. Thinking of this, Feng Zhiruo, who was afraid of death, had no choice but to nod desperately.

"I said, I said! Let go!"

(End of this chapter)