Dressed as a sickly prince brat's own mother

Little steamed stuffed bun is fun. Biyun is not the kind of person who runs around without saying... Something's wrong!

Feng Jiuxi jumped out quickly and asked the stall owner with a deep face, "did you see a servant girl coming with a three-year-old child?"

The stall owner nodded and said honestly, "just now some people dressed up as servants came and said who was looking for them and took them away."

"Housekeeper's dress? Describe it in detail."

The stall owner scratched his head in embarrassment, then his eyes lit up and pointed to Feng Jiuxi's coachman, "that's him!"

It's the servant of the Feng family!

Feng Jiuxi said in her heart, "do you see where they are going?"

"Over there."

Feng Jiuxi's eyes are cold. There is a bamboo forest outside the city.

Recently, the Phoenix family has a grudge against her, only that woman!

Damn it, she's so careless!

I thought Feng Yejia would converge after this competition, but I didn't expect her to be so depressed and break the jar!

Feng Jiuxi rushed over quickly. When she disappeared, someone came slowly in the corner.

"Led her to the bamboo forest?"

"Yes! She doesn't doubt the villain. She's gone."

The visitor nodded with satisfaction, then threw a bag of silver to the stall owner, "well done."

At this moment, in a busy brothel in the north corner of the city.

"Done?" Feng Yejia asked coldly.

Just nodded to the servant of the stall owner's money, "Miss, miss three has gone outside the city. What should we do next?"

Glancing at the solid blue clouds and Fengzi words bound on the ground, Feng Yejia's eyes filled with a crazy look.

"What should I do? I want them to die! To wash away the shame I suffered today, hum!"

Biyun cried and became a tearful man. At the moment when she heard that Feng Jiuxi was transferred, she was desperate. She hurriedly said, "young lady, if you want revenge, you can find a servant. The young master is innocent."

"You bad woman, when my mother comes, you must look good!" Feng Ziyan stared and didn't cry.

The next second, five more palm prints appeared on his face.

Feng Yejia shook her sore hand and sneered, "don't worry, when I kill you, I will send your shameless mother to hell with you!"

Feng Ziyan suddenly had an orange aura. As soon as he made an effort, the rope on his body broke.

"You, at such a young age, you are an orange level spirit!"

It's a genius to cultivate to the orange level at the age of three!

Feng Yejia's eyes were full of disbelief, and her eyes became colder and colder. "Originally, she wanted to throw you and that dead girl into a brothel. There are a lot of paedophiles here, but in this way, I can't keep you any more."

Feng Ziyan tried to resist, but his small body and spiritual power were far inferior to Feng Yejia. After resisting for a while, she caught him.

"Don't bother. You can't beat me, and no one will save you. Just die!"

The palm of Feng Yejia's hand coagulates a strong yellow power and turns into a sharp blade. It is about to cut Feng Ziyan's neck!

"Young master!" Biyun shouted wildly and fainted all of a sudden.

"My son, you can touch it too? Die!"

A clear female voice falling from the sky, with an overbearing and fierce voice, stopped Feng Yejia's action.

"It's my mother!" Feng Ziyan seemed to come back to life.

Feng Yejia's heart jumped, and a bad premonition poured out. She didn't dare to stop. She was about to exert herself in her hand, and suddenly there was a sharp stabbing pain!