OMG! Tyrant's Pampered Baby Is a Valued Princess Chapter 440: Brother Fu Ce, You’re Way Too Playful!

At that mont.

A chilly sensation swept past her ankle.

It felt as if an icy hand had grabbed her, and she could even feel the long nails gently scraping against her skin.

Zhi’er instantly leaped up.

"Who’s there! Don’t touch randomly! Or I’ll get mad!"

However, this ti the cold wind blew past the back of her neck again.

The little one clenched her fists, "Damn it, they’re forcing to act!"

Zhi’er was about to use her mana, but the stone gate was suddenly shattered from outside with a "bang".

Stones flew everywhere, yet none of them hit Zhi’er.

They only hit the surrounding red strings, breaking several of them at once.

The Copper Coin fell to the ground, making a crackling noise.

Zhi’er first covered her head with her small hands, and when the dust in front of her gradually cleared, she blinked her big eyes towards the door.

She saw Feng Fuce’s slender and tall figure standing against the light.

He stepped inside, the light from the lamps casting a golden glow around him.

The youth’s features were extrely dark and cold, like a god who rules over everything.

As he entered, the previously oppressive aura in the cave was clearly suppressed by Feng Fuce’s presence.

"Brother Ce!" Zhi’er ran to him with her little feet pitter-pattering.

Feng Fuce looked down at the little one, "Didn’t I tell you not to run around?"

Zhi’er pouted pitifully, "I didn’t run, it was Old Xu who scared . I got frightened and wanted to find Brother Ce, but I ended up falling in here."

Old Xu again?

Feng Fuce slightly raised his eyebrows, pondering.

The last ti she ntioned Old Xu, he encountered a fierce ghost head-on.

So this ti, Old Xu as she called him, should also be the na of another fierce ghost, right?

Feng Fuce glanced around, the aura of aggression swirling up in his eyes.

He sneered, "A bunch of insignificant beings dare to cause trouble."

Zhi’er blinked her eyes, "What do you an?"

Feng Fuce bent down and picked up Zhi’er.

He looked at the little one, "Little rascal, let’s play a ga."

Zhi’er crossed her arms, puffed her cheeks like a little adult, and accused, "Brother Ce, you’re too playful! Is this the ti to play gas?"

Feng Fuce took off her handkerchief and wrapped it over her eyes with one hand.

"Wear it, I’ll take you out."

"Then why cover my eyes?"

"It’s too dark in the cave, and it’s bright outside. I’m afraid it would be uncomfortable for you," Feng Fuce explained lightly.

The little one thought for a mont and, unable to refute, nodded obediently, "Okay then."

Little did she know.

The mont her eyes were covered.

Feng Fuce’s eyes were already ablaze with a strange fire, black and red!

A faint blood line mark appeared on his forehead.

In his eyes, above the cave, floated four dark fierce ghosts.

Those should be what Zhi’er called Old Xu, right?

Scaring Zhi’er was the end of their existence.

The fierce ghosts stared nacingly at Feng Fuce.

However, the youth rely extended a palm and clenched it tightly in the air.

The four fierce ghosts suddenly felt their throats being constricted.

They roared and howled but couldn’t make any sound.

Feng Fuce chuckled softly, "Useless things."

Then, with a fierce gleam in his eyes, he effortlessly shattered the four fierce ghosts as if tearing paper, scattering their souls.

These evil beings in the mortal world only needed Feng Fuce to move a finger to instantly vanish into thin air.

Zhi’er, holding onto his neck, fell silent.

The little one felt puzzled.

Why does this feeling now seem so much like when she is with Brother Juzi?

At that mont, the heartrending crying sound echoed again.