The sickly prince is pretending to be weak again

Chapter 286 No need to hide, get out!
The woman who was talking to Feng Qingyin was Zhao Wan'er. She followed Feng Qingyin's gaze and found that the room was empty and there was no suspicious figure.

"Did you see it wrong? Usually, even the servants are not willing to enter this room. Who would come here?"

Unexpectedly, as soon as she finished speaking, Feng Qingyin suddenly grabbed her by the neck and pushed her hard against the wall next to her, "I say there are people, and there are people. What right do you, a lowly bastard, have to question my words?" If so, huh?"

Zhao Wan'er felt that Feng Qingyin was a twisted pervert, no matter what she said or did, she could always find excuses to torture herself.

If there is no way to escape from this ghostly place, one day I may not even know how I died!

Zhao Wan'er thought about it, raised her hands and beat her tightly around her neck, "Let go...you let me go..."

Feng Qingyin's eyes turned cold, Fei Fei didn't let go, instead he tightened his grip on her, and soon Zhao Wan'er's feet were forced off the ground.

Her back was tightly pressed against the wall, her legs had no support points, and even struggling became a luxury.

Seeing her inhaling less and exhaling more, and her eyes starting to roll, Zhao Wan'er felt that she was really going to die.

Although living was very painful, she didn't want to die so aggrieved. She was still fantasizing that she could escape from Feng's mansion and trample Feng Qingyin, a vicious and perverted woman, under her feet.

Now it seems that her idea is really ridiculous and sad!

Zhao Wan'er's brain was hypoxic, and she was about to die. She closed her eyes tightly, and two teardrops fell from the corners of her eyes.

At this moment, a silver light flashed, shot out from the bookshelf, and flew towards Xiang Feng Qingyin's wrist.

Feng Qingyin reacted extremely quickly, she turned sideways and retracted her hand, and Zhao Wan'er's body just fell heavily to the ground.

"Cough...cough...cough..."

She was breathing too fast, clutching her neck and coughing violently.

The silver hairpin hit the wall with a soft 'ding', and then fell to the ground under the force of gravity.

The corner of Feng Qingyin's mouth hooked coldly, and she sneered in the direction of the bookshelf, "Don't hide, get out!"

Feng Qingcheng didn't intend to be timid all the time, and walked out from behind the bookshelf with her legs calmly.

Looking at the bright and moving face in front of her, Zhao Wan'er couldn't help but widen her eyes in surprise, "It's you! Why did you save me?"

Back then, because of Feng Qingcheng, he was kicked out of the palace and could not return home, so he hated this woman deeply.

Now that she actually saved her life, how could Zhao Wan'er not be surprised?
Feng Qingcheng didn't even glance at her out of the corner of her eye, she stared at Feng Qingyin without blinking, "I didn't come here to save you. I just happened to see someone die in Feng Qingyin It's just bad luck for the government."

Feng Qingyin smiled slightly, but her eyes were filled with cold cruelty, "You came just in time, so I won't have to look for you."

Feng Qingcheng knew what was going on in her heart, and a cold light flashed in the depths of her eyes, "Feng Qingyin, how did you threaten aunt, so that she had to take the blame and die for you?"

"What? You came to me just to ask about this?" Feng Qingyin pursed her red lips quietly, staring at her with murderous intent gradually in her eyes, "Why don't you go to the Palace of the King of Hell and ask her in person?"

While speaking, her figure rushed to Feng Qingcheng like a ghost, and directly hit the vital point without giving any reaction.

Naturally, Feng Qingcheng couldn't sit still and wait for death, her beautiful face was cold, facing Feng Qingyin's attack, she didn't dodge or evade.

　One more~
　　
　
(End of this chapter)