Who knew.
When he turned his head, Bai Zhi’er was indeed weakly holding her ears.
Her chubby little fingers left gaps.
Feng Fuce raised an eyebrow, "Didn’t I tell you to cover your ears? Are you disobedient?"
Bai Zhi’er silently turned her head and blinked her innocent, pitiful big eyes at him.
"Brother Fu Ce, I’m not afraid~"
Feng Fuce was helpless with her.
He could only wait until she was scared to tears, then comfort her.
He raised his eyes, his aura fierce and proud.
Bai Zhi’er sensed that at this mont, Feng Fuce’s body emitted a strange aura.
That feeling was like a deep abyss that would devour everything.
Any light that fell in would only be engulfed by darkness.
The little one blinked his long lashes twice in confusion.
The sounds inside Rui’s Mansion seed to disappear, leaving only the noise of Yang Chi stumbling and climbing up in this courtyard.
Feng Fuce squinted his eyes, and after seeing his face clearly, sneered, "Yang Chi?"
This demon, by sheer luck, had entered the body of the thief leader he was hunting.
Feng Fuce lightly raised an eyebrow, carefully scrutinizing.
"Perfect timing, my Lord was looking for you."
He willingly stepped forward.
Feng Fuce maintained a relaxed posture, his hair as black as a crow’s feather, highlighting a cold white jade-like face filled with calm and coldness.
As he drew closer, the demon sensed increasingly intense oppression.
The young man appeared ordinary, yet he carried an aura of murderous intent, soaked in blood and strife.
This feeling is... ominous.
The demon retreated a step, strangely not bleeding from its severed arm.
Its non-human crimson eyes cautiously watched Feng Fuce.
To preserve its life, it first reported its na.
"I am an immortal from Changxian Mountain, having cultivated for nearly a thousand years. Today I seek revenge, not to beco enemies with you! We are strangers, I advise you to leave early!"
Bai Zhi’er heard the word immortal and curiously turned her head, emitting a confused, soft sound, "Oh?!"
An immortal?
What is Changxian Mountain, why hasn’t she heard of it before?
Feng Fuce easily held her head down, refusing to let her turn to look.
The demon saw Feng Fuce’s thin lips curve into a mocking smile.
Its heart sank with a bad premonition.
Suddenly, before it could see how Feng Fuce acted, it was again heavily pinned to the ground by an inexplicable force!
The strength was so great that the stone slab beneath Yang Chi’s head cracked.
The body occupied by the demon was rely flesh and blood; a minor bump would an death for an ordinary person.
Yet Feng Fuce coldly watched as "Yang Chi" fell to the ground, still attempting to struggle to get up.
The young man raised his boot, stepping on Yang Chi’s head.
This seemingly light action rendered the demon unable to stand again, despite its continuous screams and struggles.
Feng Fuce’s eyes were dark, his tone filled with mockery.
"What kind of immortal dares to utter its na in front of ?"
With that, he applied a bit more force, causing Yang Chi’s facial skin to gradually twist and rip apart.
Soon, the human body completely died, and black smoke quickly escaped, fleeing desperately.
Feng Fuce watched as the demon fled in panic through the air.
He chuckled, "It’s just a weasel, why talk of immortals?"
With those words, Feng Fuce realized the little one was still in his arms.
He turned his gaze to see Bai Zhi’er blinking her big round, shining eyes at him.
Her watery gaze was filled with exploration and curiosity about him.
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