Feng Fuce was silent for a mont.
He glanced sideways at Bai Zhi’er.
"Just now, Black and White Impermanence actually wanted to remind you to stay away from ."
Because demons are even more dangerous than monsters.
In the mortal world, many people often suddenly fall seriously ill and then have a drastic change in personality.
This is not because of the illness, but because their hearts have been entangled by demons.
In this world, monsters can confuse the mind, but demons can completely change a person.
So many immortals eventually beco Fallen Gods after going mad and are exiled to the Demon World.
Demonic Qi is the most evil existence.
Bai Zhi’er is going to take on the role of Heavenly Dao, so Black and White Impermanence naturally hopes her path of growth is pure and clean.
Otherwise, soone will certainly use her relationship with the Demon Lord to seriously harm her.
But unfortunately, Bai Zhi’er simply doesn’t care.
She blinked and earnestly asked Feng Fuce, "They’re afraid you’ll use Demonic Qi to influence my mind, Brother Fuce, will you?"
The long-lost words "Brother" conveyed imasurable innocence in a youthful tone.
Feng Fuce gazed at her spirited eyes beneath her long eyelashes.
"Of course, I won’t." He answered very confidently.
Bai Zhi’er smiled, "Then isn’t it fine? You’ve grown up with , if I cared about their remarks and didn’t have my own opinions, how could I be fit to beco Heavenly Dao?"
"Besides, the responsibility of Heavenly Dao is to govern the Three Realms. If even I reject you, how can we ease the relationships between the Three Realms?"
"So, whatever they want to say, let them say it, I don’t mind!"
As long as she steadily advances towards her goal step by step.
All the noisy gossip around is unable to influence her.
Hearing Bai Zhi’er say this, Feng Fuce’s heart seed to find so peace.
When did her every move begin to impact his mood?
Feng Fuce didn’t know.
He only knew that at this mont, he felt all his dedication to Bai Zhi’er was worthwhile.
Feng Fuce’s expression beca much more serene.
He gently patted his knee, "Sleep?"
"Sleep! I’m actually a bit sleepy." Bai Zhi’er yawned and lay down, using his leg as a pillow.
The carriage rocked gently while the night outside was thick and dark.
And the bright moonlight was lighting the road ahead for them.
...
Three days later.
Bai Zhi’er finally returned to the imperial palace.
Feng Fuce went to the Xiuluo Guard.
He hadn’t been there for almost a month, leaving all unimportant matters to Chu Ping to handle for him.
As soon as Chu Ping saw Feng Fuce, he rushed over with a heartwarming approach.
He originally intended to give Feng Fuce a hug but was avoided by Feng Fuce’s cold face, so Chu Ping ended up hugging Guoguo behind him instead.
Guoguo, embraced by Chu Ping, expressed his discontent with a couple of dry heaves.
"Why am I always the unlucky one?" he said, pushing Chu Ping away with a shove.
Chu Ping turned back to look at Feng Fuce, "Marquis, you’re finally back. During the ti you were away, I was so busy that I almost jumped into the river."
Feng Fuce sat behind the desk, picked up the already processed docunts, and reviewed them.
He snickered while reading, "Just this little amount of work and you want to jump into the river?"
Chu Ping handed over a cup of tea, "Being busy ans I didn’t get to see Xiao i, and my heart’s hurt, isn’t that reason enough to jump into the river?"
Guoguo moved past with his own clothes, mocking coldly, "So it was for love, how pathetic!"
Feng Fuce shook his head with a cold chuckle, indicating agreent with Guoguo’s words.
Chu Ping looked at Guoguo’s retreating figure and stomped, "You haven’t got a girl you like, so you wouldn’t understand the agony of lovesickness!"
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