shock!The tyrant's group pet cub is the daughter of heaven

Chapter 1547 Forgive her, follow her, don't say no to her
Bai Zhi'er looked at him, and pushed twice angrily: "Don't talk nonsense!"

Feng Fuce's body remained motionless, trapping her within an inch of his arms.

"Then tell me, what are you going to do with it? Just tell me, and I'll send someone to help you find the Qiankun bag."

Bai Zhi'er bit her lip, her eyes were red.

Feng Fuce raised his eyebrows: "Are you going to cry?"

She choked up and said, "Can you trust me one last time, I have to get the Dependent Grass."

Feng Fuce's gaze was cold, and he remained silent for a while.

Of course he knew that Bai Zhi'er paid too much attention to this dependent grass.

He even did not hesitate to come to the devil world to pick it himself, otherwise he would not fall into his trap.

He imagined countless possibilities.

However, I don't know what she is going to do.

What's even more absurd is that Feng Fuce found that even if it was his worst guess, she used so many dependent grasses to raise a group of magic soldiers to fight against him, and he would not feel any more resentment because of it.

He wanted to ignore his inner voice countless times, but he found it so difficult for him.

He clearly should hate Bai Zhi'er, hate her to the point of drinking blood and eating flesh.

But why, his heart told him—

Forgive her, go with her, don't say no to her.

Bai Zhi'er couldn't explain it, and was already in tears.

Since coming to the Demon Realm, her complexion has gotten better and better, but for some reason, she has lost weight.

At this moment, on the small face with melon seeds, tears flowed from the big black eyes, like beads with broken threads.

She had known Feng Fuce since childhood, and he had never seen her cry so helplessly.

Feng Fuce let her go.

Bai Zhi'er staggered out, the chain on his ankle made a crisp sound.

She probably wants to rely on her own strength to get the Qiankun bag back.

"It's only three or four days, you can't wait, do you have to get the Xiangyicao?" Feng Fuce asked.

Bai Zhi'er didn't look back, but was a little desperate, and even choked up and said, "Yes. One day is indispensable."

After a brief silence.

The moment Bai Zhier stepped out of the cave with one foot——

"Don't go." Feng Fuce said in a deep voice, he spread his palms, and the Qiankun bag swayed down.

Bai Zhi'er looked back, with tears in his eyes, showing joy.

She ran back quickly.

"So I didn't lose it! That's great!" Bai Zhi'er hugged the Qiankun bag.

She didn't even blame him for lying.

She was so happy that there was a kind of joy of regaining what was lost.

Feng Fuce's heart sank even more.

He just ruled out one possibility.

Bai Zhi'er doesn't know how to raise demon soldiers with dependent grass.

Otherwise, she wouldn't be able to wait for three or four days.

And she said that one day is indispensable, could it be...

Feng Fuce suddenly raised his eyes, watching Bai Zhi'er go to the fire and sit down.

The flames flickering in his heart were like the flames in front of his eyes.

He suddenly had an absolute guess.

Does Bai Zhier want to take it by himself?

This moment.In a forest not far outside the cave.

"Ah-choo—" After Zhu Yan sneezed, the rest of the demon soldiers also sneezed one after another.

"Lord Zhu Yan, how long are we going to hide?"

"Hiding until Lord Mozun is about to leave, don't talk nonsense, you put the wood you just picked up near the cave quietly, don't let that Heavenly Dao see it!"

"Yes."

Zhu Yan rubbed his hands, feeling very bitter.

What Lu Wang said was right, Lord Mozun still has that woman in his heart.

Then why can't we be together?
Even they are tortured!
(End of this chapter)