At the very mont of Bai Zhi’er’s curiosity, she saw innurable flashes of lightning striking down from the clouds.
Almost directly toward their direction.
The little girl widened her pink lips: "Brother Fuce, there’s lightning falling from the sky!"
Feng Fuce reacted faster than her and had already stepped back.
The weasel, using all its limbs, tried to escape.
But it was too late!
Struck directly by purplish-blue lightning, it let out an earth-shattering scream.
The villagers at the foot of the mountain heard it and hid inside their houses.
Soon, the lightning dispersed, and the weasel, which was once half-human tall, was reduced to re remnants.
Its Primordial Spirit was utterly destroyed.
Bai Zhi’er thought it was over.
But who could have expected that the dispersed lightning would sense sothing, and gather again.
They were like cold swords wandering around, pausing for a mont before flying straight toward Feng Fuce!
Bai Zhi’er’s eyes widened in surprise, letting out a soft, startled cry: "Brother Fuce, let’s quickly crouch down and cover our heads!"
Heavenly Thunder doesn’t harm mortals, even if it passes through the body, it only feels slightly numb.
However, Feng Fuce frowned and then hugged Bai Zhi’er tightly.
He remained motionless, and just as the enormous lightning was about to hit him, his slender hand suddenly waved.
The overwhelming blaze was instantly scattered like fireflies, turning into tiny specks of light, and then disappeared.
Bai Zhi’er opened her black eyes wide.
She rubbed her eyes with her little hands twice.
"Did I see it wrong?"
Brother Fuce actually dispersed Heavenly Thunder with his bare hands!
Even mother couldn’t do that!
Yet Feng Fuce seed a bit impatient, glancing up at the sky where the dark clouds were gradually fading.
Those immortals in Heaven, just to capture an evil being, have to invoke the Thunder Talisman, truly lazy beyond asure.
And the reason the Heavenly Thunder lingered must be because it sensed the Evil Power within him.
That’s why it chased after him.
But to Feng Fuce, Heavenly Thunder was as ordinary and common as sunlight.
Noticing Bai Zhi’er’s gaze, he looked down, making eye contact with the little one.
The little girl’s round eyes were jet black and clear, filled with surprise and disbelief.
"Brother Fuce, even lightning is afraid of you?" Bai Zhi’er exclaid in soft wonder.
Feng Fuce couldn’t help but let out a slight chuckle at her childish words.
He placed the little girl on the ground, crouched down, and teasingly raised his eyebrows at her.
"Of all things in the world, only you are unafraid of my na."
Feng Fuce squinted his eyes, his naturally aloof features now carrying a look of dominance.
"Bai Zhi’er, why don’t you follow and beco my pet? From now on, I’ll make even the lightning fear you, how does that sound?"
The surprise in Bai Zhi’er’s big eyes gradually faded.
She placed her little hands on her hips, giving a heavy snort: "Zhi’er will not be a pet! Brother Fuce, you’re dreaming!"
Feng Fuce chuckled silently.
He took Bai Zhi’er’s hand and walked down the mountain.
It didn’t matter whether Bai Zhi’er agreed or not; what mattered was that he had already decided in his heart.
Mortals, such insignificant beings, live no more than a hundred years.
But if she stayed with him, he could make her live long and never fade.
This should be a great thing, yet she refused.
But considering she was still young and ignorant, Feng Fuce decided not to argue with her.
But today, Feng Fuce showed a bit of his ability in front of Bai Zhi’er.
This left a deep sense of confusion in the little girl’s heart.
On the way back, she kept sneaking glances at the young man.
Brother Fuce...
Must be no ordinary person.
By the ti they returned to Rui’s Mansion, they heard Old Master Su’s wailing.
"Yinling, my daughter, you can’t die!"
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