The sickly prince is pretending to be weak again

Chapter 392 Turning You Into a Cripple!
Fengjia Bieyuan.

Feng Qingyin's legs and feet are inconvenient, and it took a lot of effort to transport the unconscious Cangli from the inn to here.

In order to avoid Feng Qingcheng's pursuit, she deliberately left Cangli's little monk's robe at the inn, and asked the waiter in the inn to find a half-worn dress for her and put it on for him to cover up his aura.

Feng Qing had decided that Feng Qingcheng would go to the inn, so she intentionally left a note as a reminder.

Now she is not afraid of exposing herself at all, because after tonight, she will no longer be Feng Qingyin.

As for Feng Qingcheng, it's time for her to taste what it's like to be a street rat.

But when she threw Cang Li on the soft couch, the little guy frowned and opened his eyes in a daze.

No one has lived in the house for a long time, and there is a damp musty smell everywhere.

In the dim light, there is a sense of eerie terror.

Cang Li's limbs were weak, he stretched out his hands and rubbed his eyes, and slowly sat up from the soft couch.

At this moment, Feng Qingyin was turning her back to his direction, concentrating on preparing to deal with Feng Qingcheng's props later, and did not notice that he had woken up.

Cangli climbed down from the soft couch and walked directly towards Feng Qingyin. When he got close, he tiptoed and grabbed the wide sleeve of her robe, "Mother?"

Feng Qingyin was caught off guard, and his sleeves were pulled down to her elbows.

And the scar on her arm that looked like a centipede was exposed to the air, Cang Li lowered his head, when he saw the ugly light pink scar on her body, his little face paled with fright, and he cried out, "Ah! "

He was so frightened that he staggered back a few steps and almost fell down.

Feng Qingyin paused, gathered her sleeves, and slowly turned to look at him.

She didn't cover her face, her whole face was against the light, hidden in the shadows, her facial features were obviously very beautiful, but it was indescribably cold and gloomy.

Cangli stepped back a few more steps, staring at her with big black eyes without blinking, and blurted out, "You are not mother!"

Feng Qingyin is not good at acting, and Feng Qingcheng, who has been acting for so long, is really not used to it.

Especially if she had to smirk at this kid and pretend to be kind, her face would almost freeze.

At this time, seeing him expose her, she didn't hide it any more, and raised the corners of her lips and snorted coldly, "Yes, I never said that I was your mother, you rushed to come forward by yourself!"

Cang Li bit his lips, stared at her angrily for a few seconds, then suddenly turned his head and wanted to run outside.

However, Feng Qingyin had already seen through his small thoughts, and stood there without moving, watching him flop around like a dying animal.

The robe on Cang Li's body was very big and long, dragging it to the ground, he only ran two steps away, his foot accidentally stepped on the hem of the clothes, and he fell to the ground with a 'plop'.

Accompanied by the sound of footsteps that were neither light nor heavy, Feng Qingyin walked up to him, bent slightly to look at him, "little thing, where do you want to go?"

Obviously still had the same face, but at this moment, in Cangli's eyes, Feng Qingyin looked like a terrifying monster.

He met her gaze, with undisguised fear deep in his pupils, "Go away! You are a bad person!"

While speaking, he tried to get up from the ground with his hands and feet.

But maybe because I was too nervous, I climbed several times, but failed.

Feng Qingyin admired his fearful expression with a condescending attitude, her eyes were full of coldness and contempt, "You run, as long as you cross this threshold, I will break your legs and make you become Become a little lame!"

As soon as she said this, Cang Li didn't dare to move.

(End of this chapter)