Prince Rui and Prince Kang were long used to it, and they both patted his shoulder, telling him to just get accustod to it.
Bai Zhi’er and Feng Fuce walked together down the corridor bathed in autumn sunlight.
The little one dashed forward, chasing the scattered light and shadow.
As she turned back, she asked with a smile, "Brother Fu Ce, I haven’t asked you yet, why do you have so many Xi Pills?"
"The old man at the dical hall said that you need purple rhino horn that’s over fifty years old to grind such a pill!"
Feng Fuce paused in silence.
How was he supposed to tell Bai Zhi’er that those so-called rare dicinal ingredients in the mortal world are everywhere in the Demon World.
After thinking for a mont, Feng Fuce stepped forward and t the little one’s gaze.
He said earnestly, "I brought them from ho before."
"So they’re from your ho! It seems your family must have been very impressive if you have a bag of such rare pills."
"Not just that." Feng Fuce raised an eyebrow and said, "There are also treasures rarely seen in this world; my family has them aplenty, as abundant as mountains."
Wealth really doesn’t an much to the Demons in the Demon World.
Because only mortals make gold and silver jewelry valuable.
But in the Demon World, what matters most is power.
So, there’s often a Demon beguiling people by trading so treasures with greedy individuals.
Feng Fuce chuckled, "If there’s a chance in the future, would you like to co ho with ?"
Bai Zhi’er pondered seriously for a mont.
She shook her head.
"Hmm, just jewelry?" The little one seed to find it too ordinary.
When she lived with her mother in the immortal palace, the road was paved with gemstones.
Rare treasures were sothing she’d really grown tired of seeing.
His family might be wealthy, but hers was no less impressive.
Bai Zhi’er said, "If there’s nothing delicious, I won’t go."
Feng Fuce was taken aback and couldn’t help but let out a low laugh.
"I can figure out sothing for food."
In the Demon World, there truly aren’t the kind of gourt dishes found in the mortal world, nor are there chefs as such.
But he could make arrangents.
Bai Zhi’er suddenly recalled another matter.
She looked at Feng Fuce in confusion, "But Brother Fu Ce, Daddy said you no longer have a ho, how would you go back?"
Feng Fuce pressed his thin lips and didn’t answer.
He was thinking about how to explain his true origins to Bai Zhi’er.
In truth, Feng Fuce always wanted to be honest, but he didn’t know if Bai Zhi’er could truly accept it.
If she loathed his deceitful behavior, would she never speak to him again?
Bai Zhi’er thought she had touched upon his sad subject.
She covered her mouth with her little hand and mumbled quietly, "How silly! Why did I bring this up?"
To divert Feng Fuce’s attention.
The little one lifted her head and cheerfully praised, "Brother Fu Ce, you were amazing today, just a few words and you stood up for !"
I heard An Suzhu was carried away after being hit, crying and whimpering as she left.
Feng Fuce ca back to himself, his gaze cold and stern, with a sharp clarity like winter snow.
"I don’t want you to suffer injustice, and this will always be true. If soone offends you and pleads for forgiveness, she must be an out-and-out villain."
"Against such people, you mustn’t be soft-hearted. Rember what I’ve told you, you’re a Princess, you can decide whether soone lives or dies."
Feng Fuce was genuinely worried.
Bai Zhi’er was so small and pitiable.
If one day he’s no longer there, how would she be bullied?
Just thinking about it made him feel that the five beatings An Suzhu received today were still too lenient.
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