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

Chapter 542 Do You Really Treat Me Like a Dog!
Feng Fuce frowned coldly: "Sick?"

Qingmei sighed: "Yeah, I don't know what's going on. When Her Royal Highness wakes up, Master Hou will come again."

After she finished speaking, Feng Fuce subconsciously took a step to the left, as if he wanted to go over Qingmei to have a look.

Qingmei hurriedly stood in front of him, she looked at Feng Fuce suspiciously: "Master Hou?"

Wan Zonghou didn't want to go in and visit, did he?

But the princess is not awake yet!

Feng Fuce came back to his senses, and he gave Qingmei a cold look: "Understood, if there is anything I can help you with, you can come to Shura Wei and tell me."

"Yes." Qingmei nodded.

Feng Fuce returned to Shurawei.

The three bandits brought back earlier stood in a row with brooms in hand.

When they saw Feng Fuce coming back, they all stood up straight and said loudly, "Hello, Lord Hou!"

Feng Fuce looked at them coldly for a moment: "Don't make noise."

This cold warning gaze made the three bandits hug each other carefully.

Seeing Feng Fuce enter the room, Mo Zinan lamented: "You all said, when Master Hou is in a good mood, we will beg him to let us go."

"But I've been paying attention to him for many days, and I'm not in a good mood."

Lai Si held his broom and looked at the sky helplessly: "The road is long and long, wait, as long as he is a person, I don't believe there is no time for him to be happy."

The fat man smiled and gave a thumbs up: "Brother is really amazing, he can also recite poems."

On this day, Feng Fuce couldn't concentrate on anything.

He was annoyed by the roar of the prisoner when he was being tortured, so he asked someone to gag the prisoner's mouth.

Guoguo was practicing kung fu with Chu Ping, and his body was swaying, which made him feel noisy.

So he reprimanded in a cold voice: "Go back to your room and lie down."

Guoguo held the wooden sword in his hand, he gave a pause, and turned his head: "Didn't you always say that I don't do anything, just lie there and eat dry food?"

"I practiced with Chu Ping today, and you can't get used to it again!"

With a cold face, Feng Fuce slapped the table and reprimanded: "Go back to the room!"

Chu Ping was so frightened that he trembled.

He is familiar with Feng Fuce, knowing that Master Hou is like this, he must be angry.

So, Chu Ping quickly grabbed Guoguo: "Let's go, I'll take you back."

Guoguo cursed all the way: "I don't know why! Do you really treat me like a dog! Think I have no temper!"

Before he finished speaking, Chu Ping covered his mouth and dragged him away completely.

Feng Fuce turned his eyes and saw the Shura envoys nearby, all with tense expressions, standing guard cautiously.

As if he was afraid that if he made a wrong move, it would lead to disaster.

Feng Fuce bowed his head, his slender palm pressed his brow bone, his thin eyes were filled with cold mist.

He just came back from Ruizhu Palace, and he has been restless.

It makes no sense.

Feng Fuce closed his eyes, exhaled slowly, suppressing the rushing irritability in his blood.

After a while, he opened his eyes again, picked up the file as usual, and began to write the interrogation clues related to the case.

However, as he was writing, he suddenly realized that, at some point, his mind was distracted.

Not only was his mind distracted, but the pen should have written "Confession after three days of interrogation", but it turned into "Interrogation...how about Bai Zhi'er".

He couldn't help but startled, immediately put down the pen, and crumpled up the half of the paper he just wrote.

Feng Fuce took a deep breath.

He began to face up to his anxiety.

Indeed, in his heart, he should be thinking about Bai Zhi'er's condition.

And the reason why he cares about her so much is probably because...

He was afraid that if she died, no one would provide him with spiritual power.

After Feng Fuce figured it out, he immediately raised his voice: "Chu Ping, Chu Ping!"

(End of this chapter)