His feet left the ground, yet he could not struggle.
Feng Fuce did not even lift a hand, rely the hostility he emitted was enough to render the rather skilled Lu Wang unable to move.
The young man tilted his cold, handso face upward, his deep eyes resembling thick ink.
He stared at Lu Wang, his eyes glowing faintly red, like a burgeoning fire.
"I have my own considerations on what to do, you just need to follow orders, not take the initiative to interfere."
"If you dare harm Bai Zhi’er, I will make you suffer first. Do you understand, Lu Wang?"
Due to the pain, Lu Wang’s forehead broke out in a fine sweat as he clenched his teeth: "I am completely loyal to Lord Demon, without a second thought, and I do not want to see Lord Demon’s plan go wrong either!"
Having said this, the black mist around his neck vanished in an instant.
Lu Wang fell to the ground and began to cough violently.
Feng Fuce coldly lowered his gaze: "Bai Zhi’er is not like what you imagine, she will not ruin my plan."
"On the contrary—" the young man revealed a aningful smile, as if a fierce beast from ancient tis had set its sights on its prey.
"I intend to make her my Demon Pet."
Lu Wang’s coughing suddenly stopped, his eyes widened in disbelief, looking up.
"De...Demon Pet?" That mortal little girl?
But her life is so short!
At this mont, Feng Fuce, with his exceptional hearing, caught a soft call from Bai Zhi’er from the direction of the auction in the front courtyard—
"Wait, leave this one for !"
Feng Fuce’s expression turned cold.
It seems the little rascal has run into trouble.
Without ti to explain to Lu Wang, he swiftly left with his black boots.
Bai Zhi’er looked at the palace servant who was presenting the chanical wooden butterfly she used to like, quickly stood up to stop it.
This was made for her by Feng Fuce; she liked it very much at the ti, afterwards, it was stored in the treasury, but the palace attendants had taken it out for auction.
Seeing that the princess didn’t want it sold, the palace servant quickly went to put it back.
However, sohow a chanism was triggered.
The wooden butterfly, which looked like a dead object, suddenly vibrated its wings and flew in a circle in the air.
The guests present were all amazed.
Yan Country’s princely heir Yuan Zhen, sitting in the pavilion, also expressed his amazent repeatedly.
"I had only heard before that so chanical techniques could make wooden kites carry people for fifty miles. I always thought it was a legend, but seeing this wooden butterfly today, it seems to have a similar ingenious technique."
Yuan Ruxin squinted her eyes: "So, it’s a treasure, huh? No wonder that little princess Cui Cuo rushed to have it put away."
The wooden butterfly made a circle and then landed back steadily.
Such a novel object is indeed much more interesting than those gold and silver jewels!
There are others who want to buy it, but everyone just saw the princess’s attitude.
This is her item; she is reluctant to sell it.
Just as the palace attendants were about to put away the wooden butterfly, Yuan Ruxin suddenly stood up and said with a smile: "I’ll offer five hundred taels for this, anyone care to compete?"
Bai Zhi’er imdiately turned her gaze.
The palace servant holding the wooden butterfly apologetically said: "This item was mistakenly taken, it belongs to the princess’s private collection and is not for sale, please forgive us."
Yuan Ruxin stepped forward, persistent.
"That’s not right, today’s auction consists of personal collections of Princess Cui Cuo."
"Since this wooden butterfly was brought out and placed on the table, it ans it is for sale."
"Otherwise, if the princess truly liked it, why make a mistake and have soone bring it out?"
Having said this, Yuan Ruxin glanced proudly in Bai Zhi’er’s direction.
This wooden butterfly, she was determined to get it!
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