Fang Wushen wanted to follow, but was stopped by Lu Wang.
Lu Wang’s gaze was even more unfeeling than that of his Demon Lord master.
"Stay put," he said coldly, as if warning.
A ruo felt it was inconvenient to follow as well, so had to stand beside Lu Wang.
"Lu Wang, turns out you know that Marquis or sothing?" A ruo asked curiously.
Lu Wang watched Fang Wushen turn and walk to a nearby spot to wait.
He then looked at A ruo with so guilty conscience in his eyes: "Um... sort of."
"He’s the one I told you about, the rather special, exceptionally skilled young man. I’m temporarily undercover by his side as a guard to observe his uniqueness."
A ruo ca to a sudden realization: "So it’s him."
She turned back and looked Feng Fuce up and down.
Lastly, A ruo thought to herself.
His aura is indeed impressive, but really not as good as Your Majesty’s husband.
Bai Zhi’er stood in front of Feng Fuce, taking a bite of a sweet persimmon cake.
She generously handed another one over.
"Brother Ce, do you want to eat this?"
Feng Fuce pressed down her small hand.
His thin eyes, dark and deep, looked at the little one: "Bai Zhi’er, what I am about to say may make you angry."
Bai Zhi’er swallowed the persimmon cake in her mouth, softly asked: "How angry? Like Brother Ce getting a temper sickness?"
Feng Fuce’s gaze was heavy: "Perhaps."
Bai Zhi’er widened her bright black eyes: "Then... what exactly do you want to say?"
Feng Fuce slightly lowered his handso eyebrows, from Bai Zhi’er’s angle, she could see his slightly lowered dark temples.
"That Brother Juzi..." the young man opened his mouth slowly.
Bai Zhi’er, hearing the crucial part, even forgot to eat, blinking her long lashes, attentively waiting for the continuation.
"Is ." Feng Fuce took a breath and said it all at once.
Bai Zhi’er opened her little mouth, first stunned, then softly smiled: "Impossible!"
She blinked her clever large eyes: "Didn’t Brother Ce say that if you caught him, you’d have to kill him?"
"If Brother Ce is Juzi, how can you kill yourself?" the little one tilted her head.
Feng Fuce sighed imperceptibly: "That was because I didn’t want you to do anything dangerous, trying to scare you."
Bai Zhi’er’s glistening eyes looked at him, the little one was silent for quite a while before asking: "Is what you’re saying true? Have you been deceiving all along?"
The persimmon cake in her hand fell to the ground as well.
Feng Fuce, hearing the unusual tone, hurried to explain.
"Initially, I just didn’t want to reveal my identity. You stumbled in by accident, I didn’t want to have any link with you."
"But then you ca again, I admit, not telling you actively was my fault."
"However, when I later wanted to confess at an opportune mont, wasn’t it disrupted by others or the chance missed by pure coincidence."
Bai Zhi’er looked at him with so grievance: "Then why is Brother Ce willing to say it now?"
Feng Fuce’s thin eyes held a dark look.
He paused, then said: "I don’t know. Seeing your good relationship with Fang Wushen, I just wanted to prove, that I am more suitable to be your..."
Feng Fuce hesitated for a mont, unsure what word would be more appropriate.
After a mont, he uttered three words: "Good friend."
Bai Zhi’er completely drooped her little head.
"So, previously when attacked on the lake, even though Brother Ce clearly saw how much I missed Brother Juzi, you still managed to endure not telling ."
"Now that you’re confessing, it’s because you’re afraid I’ll beco good friends with soone else and abandon you. But I’ve been searching for Brother Juzi for so long before! You clearly knew, yet remained unmoved!"
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