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

Chapter 592 I sincerely beg, you, hold my hand
When Lei Hu said this, the anger in Bai Yaoyu's eyes calmed down a bit.

He frowned: "Wan Zonghou's character of leaving without saying a word, when can he change it!"

I know, he is going to send the princess back.

Those who didn't know, thought he was going to kidnap Bai Zhi'er!

run so fast.

At this time, Fang Youzhen came over: "Son, you have an injury on your hand, you should go back and get it treated first."

Bai Yaoyu nodded slightly: "What about you?"

"I have to stay. These people almost killed my father. I have some stab wounds. I want to return them myself."

"Then," Bai Yaoyu paused, "I'll give you this back."

He handed back the precious sword that Fang Youzhen lent him.

Looking at the blood stains on it, it was the proof of Bai Yaoyu's fierce resistance just now.

For some reason, Fang Youzhen felt a heat in her heart.

She took it over and smiled generously.

"Thank you."

"Thank you for saving General Fang?" Bai Yaoyu asked.

Fang Youzhen's eyes were dark and determined: "Thank you for being by my side when I was most at a loss."

Bai Yaoyu was taken aback.

An unprecedented feeling emerged spontaneously, which made him unable to describe it in words.

After a while, he nodded: "You're welcome."

Bai Yaoyu wanted to say something, but Fang Youzhen had already turned around, and went to deal with the remaining quack killers with Lei Hu and the others.

His open thin lips had to be silently closed, forming a line.

At this moment, Feng Fuce's fast horse was already galloping on the mountain road.

Feng Fuce could feel that the little guy in his arms was competing with him.

For example, he felt that the oncoming wind was strong, so he lifted up his cloak and wrapped it around Bai Zhi'er.

Unexpectedly, the little guy threw off his cloak and puffed his face to blow the wind!

The two chubby little faces were icy cold!
Another example, the horse is fast, Feng Fuce is afraid that she will fall off.

He reached out to protect her, but Bai Zhi'er pushed his palm away.

She would rather hold the horse's mane than let him hold it.

Feng Fuce gradually slowed down the horse's speed, and finally stopped raising his whip, allowing the horse to walk slowly forward along the mountain path under the moonlight.

Bai Zhi'er turned her head and asked angrily, "Big villain, when are you taking me home!"

Feng Fuce looked down at her: "When you are willing to talk to me, we will leave."

The little guy crossed his arms and groaned, "I said it now, you can go now!?"

Feng Fuce stretched out his left hand to her: "Hold."

Bai Zhi'er's watery eyes were full of dissatisfaction, she pouted and asked, "Why!"

"I'm afraid you will fall." Feng Fuce said calmly.

Bai Zhier's milk is fierce: "You let me hold it and I hold it. How dare you think I'm still a three-year-old child! I don't want it, unless you sincerely beg."

"Okay, I sincerely beg." Feng Fuce's tone was cold, as if he was talking about what to eat today.

Bai Zhi'er scratched the tip of her little nose: "Why does it sound weird..."

She crossed her waist: "It's not right for you to say that! What are you begging for!"

Feng Fuce's eyebrows were naturally cold, as if he had no emotion.

But this time, he was patiently playing the game of humiliation with the little guy.

For a moment, Feng Fuce felt that he was outrageous.

But thinking it's just for good luck, I can bear it.

"I sincerely beg you, hold my hand and don't fall." Feng Fuce said coldly.

(End of this chapter)