Bai Zhi’er clapped her small hands, her eyes sparkling, and applauded, "Brother Fu Ce, you’re amazing!"
Chu Ping proudly puffed out his chest.
"Of course, our Marquis, even if he doesn’t eat much, his strength is invincible!"
Feng Fuce glanced at him, and Chu Ping chose to shut his mouth.
Silently, he went to carry Xu Lianzhou on his back.
Almost every bone and muscle in Xu Lianzhou’s body had been broken.
Bai Zhi’er tilted her small face upwards, her smile gradually fading.
Her large eyes were filled with worry.
She kept asking, "Uncle, does it hurt?"
Xu Lianzhou’s blood dripped gradually from his body.
Yet, a gentle smile he had never shown before appeared on his face.
"Zhi’er, don’t be afraid, I’m not in that much pain. A few days of rest and I’ll definitely be fine."
After the group left Zheng Residence, Bai Zhi’er was picked up by Feng Fuce first and placed into the carriage.
Then, he turned his head to look at Xu Lianzhou lying on Chu Ping’s shoulder.
Feng Fuce’s tone was calm, his sharp dark eyes like deep night abyss.
"Zheng Jin beat you so severely but didn’t take your life; he must need sothing from you."
"Do you have sothing he’s trying to find out about, or sothing he needs?"
Xu Lianzhou didn’t look at Feng Fuce.
He lowered his eyes, "I have nothing. Zheng Jin beat because he has a feud with my sister, Jing Jia!"
"He wants to force to give up Jing Jia’s whereabouts, but I truly don’t know, so I can’t tell him."
"Zheng Jin thinks I’m lying and just wants to use torture to make speak, that’s all."
Feng Fuce raised his eyebrows, his cold and handso face clearly not believing this explanation.
But he didn’t ask further.
He simply gestured slightly, and Chu Ping carefully placed Xu Lianzhou into the carriage.
Bai Zhi’er leaned against the window, poked out her little head, and asked, "Brother Fu Ce, aren’t you coming?"
Feng Fuce initially intended to stay behind and have Chu Ping send them away.
Because, besides Zheng Jin’s family, the servants at Zheng Residence were also captured.
He only needed to nod, and the Xiu Luo Envoy would kill all these people.
The act of killing could enhance mana.
However, when Bai Zhi’er asked.
Feng Fuce looked at her pair of clear and bright eyes.
He hesitated coldly, "I’ll go and give so instructions."
Feng Fuce instructed the Xiu Luo Envoy: "Zheng Jin’s relatives, kill all those close to him. Others, according to their relation proximity, heavily punish them. Handle it as you see fit, the servants who’ve committed no wrong, release them."
"Understood."
Feng Fuce returned to the carriage.
Bai Zhi’er’s gaze reminded him of sothing she gave him that had a miraculous effect.
Therefore, he spared so lives.
This is good, anyway, he’s quite tired of killing.
Bai Zhi’er directly had the carriage drive to the back door of Prince Kang’s Mansion.
Chu Ping went to knock on the door, and according to the little one’s words, when he saw the gate servant open it, he said, "We’re here to see the Third Young Master, it’s a private matter."
The gate servant suspiciously sized up Chu Ping.
He was still wearing the clothes of the Xiu Luo Envoy!
The gate servant naturally recognized it.
He felt a bit uneasy, "May I ask, has our Third Prince gotten into so trouble?"
Chu Ping smiled and said, "No, our Marquis has so important business with him."
The gate servant’s gaze bypassed Chu Ping and looked at the humble carriage behind him.
A slender finger was lifting the curtain, coldly looking over here.
Wasn’t that Marquis Wan!
The gate servant was startled, "This servant will go to report, please wait!"
He was extrely flustered.
With the Brocade Armor Shura Guard coming to the door, it was like King Yan urging for life!
Unfortunately, Prince Kang was not at the mansion; he’s out drinking and having fun!
This ti it’s really over!
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