The sickly prince is pretending to be weak again

Chapter 7 Are you still fighting?
A cold light flashed in Feng Qingcheng's eyes, she rolled her eyes, and deliberately lowered her voice, "I put things, put them..."

At the end, her voice became smaller and smaller, Cang Yanlei leaned over and asked sharply, "Where is it?"

The two were very close at the moment, and when she spoke, her pink lips opened and closed, and all the breath she brought out spilled on the man's face.

The tingling sensation was like a feather plucking at the tip of his heart, Cang Yanli's breathing was slightly stagnant, and his eyes fell on her pink lips.

In just a moment, it quickly moved away as if being scalded.

The man's hand pinching her jaw tightened, his voice was cold, and he continued to press, "What did you say? Say it again."

"I! Say!" The clear eyes instantly became bright, and there were hidden sparks of light and dark in the bottom of the eyes. Feng Qingcheng suddenly raised her face, and her fisted hand quickly greeted the man's face, "You are courting death!"

The moment she punched, Cang Yanli had already noticed something, and while avoiding it sideways, he raised his hand to grab her wrist.

Feng Qingcheng immediately withdrew her hand, and swept his right leg straight down his lower body, and the man saw the move without any effort.

In her previous life, she was the ace agent of the special forces, bomb disposal sniper, fighting assassination, decathlon, and her coach who defeated her when she was full.

At this moment, after dozens of tricks with the man, she frowned, and began to ruthlessly attack the vitals.It's a pity that her body can't keep up with her consciousness, and her lethality is greatly reduced.

Cang Yanlei has fought on the battlefield since he was a child, no matter what moves she makes, he can deal with them calmly.

But looking at Feng Qingcheng, there was a little bit of doubt and inquiry in his eyes, and at the same time, he had a strong curiosity about her.

In the Feng family of Qiongzhou, female cultivators and men practice martial arts. This is a rule that has not changed for a hundred years.

But judging from the current situation, Feng Qingcheng has very good boxing skills.

To be able to cultivate such a cultivation in Feng's house with strict family rules, he really wants to look at her with admiration.

This also explained why she was able to avoid the guards in the mansion and retreat after she stole the blood jade.

What should be tested has already been tested, and Cang Yanli has no intention of entangled with her anymore.

With a lift of his hand, he directly grabbed the ankle that she swept over, with such force that she staggered back a few steps.

Before she could stabilize her figure, Cang Yanlie pressed her against the wall behind her, leaning against her other leg, "Feng Qingcheng, I give you three days to hand over the blood jade, otherwise don't blame me for being rude to you." .”

Blood jade?What the hell?

Feng Qingcheng was bewildered, and struggled hard twice, but unfortunately her two hands were also held by the man, and she couldn't move at all, and the more intense she struggled, the more she sent herself into the man's arms, "I can't understand what you're saying at all? I warn you to let me go, or..."

Before she could finish her sentence, the man suddenly approached her in front of her.

A monstrous face suddenly magnified several times appeared in the pupils, Feng Qingcheng's heart skipped a beat, and she tilted her head back reflexively, trying to widen the distance between the two of them.

Just hearing the crisp sound of 'dong', she cried out in pain on the spot, "Ah!"

She completely forgot that there was a wall behind her, and the back of her head came into intimate contact with the cold and hard wall. Who knows who really bumped into this sour feeling!
Seeing her grinning in pain, Cang Yanlai sympathized, "You're too careless."

How could he have the face to say this?
If it wasn't for him, would she have hit the wall?

Feng Qingcheng was so angry that she gritted her teeth and said, "Let me go!"

Cang Yanwei looked at the angry expression of her jumping feet, and his mood became joyful for no reason, and there were dots of smiles in his phoenix eyes, "Are you still fighting?"

(End of this chapter)