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

Chapter 880 Uncle White and Uncle Black
Bai Zhi'er was startled.

A smile suddenly appeared on her pretty face.

"It wasn't originally!"

When Feng Fuce heard her affirmative answer, his eyes darkened even more.

He turned to look away.

Bai Zhi'er saw the tightness of his profile, and looked very angry.

She poked his shoulder with her fingertips.

"The moon-old red rope was of course for their husband and wife. How can we use it?"

Feng Fuce suddenly looked back and looked at her coldly.

"Even if you are not a couple, you can use it. In this mortal world, besides me, who else can live a long life and accompany you for the rest of your life?"

Bai Zhi'er blinked her big eyes, tilted her head and thought for a while: "Xiao Li?"

As for the snake demon, its lifespan is also very long.

Feng Fuce never expected that she would challenge him on purpose.

He sneered slightly.

"Okay, go back and peel it off."

Bai Zhi'er rushed over and grabbed his sleeve: "I'm just kidding you!"

Feng Fuce cared very much about the things she gave.

Bai Zhi'er thought it was the same this time, he might have misunderstood what was supposed to be given to him, so seeing the rope being taken away, he was at a loss as to what to do.

She comforted her and said, "When I get back to the capital, I'll make sweet soup for you, how about it?"

The so-called sweet soup was prepared by Bai Zhi'er according to his own taste.

Half a gram of sweet pear, half a slice of tangerine peel, two green plums, and a handful of yellow rock sugar.

After brewing, the soup is crystal clear, sweet but not greasy.

For so long, she only made it for her father.

Feng Fuce heard that she could taste the things she made by herself.

Wei Wei lowered her eyes and thought for a moment before nodding: "Okay."

It's fine if the red string is gone, I'll ask for it next time.

At this time, Yan He's loud cry came from inside the door.

Bai Zhi'er and Feng Fuce hurried in.

I saw that Yan He had stumbled off the bed and ran to Yan Song's tablet.

"Master, I promise you, I will be fine, and we will be reunited after my life is over."

After finishing speaking, she fell down in front of the cabinet and wept loudly.

Bai Zhi'er took a half step forward: "Mrs. Yan, according to the agreement with your husband, I will send him to the underworld now."

Yan Heshi turned her head, her eyes were red, she nodded feebly.

The voice was a little hoarse: "I'm sorry to bother you."

She promised so decisively.

It seems that Yan Song finally persuaded her.

Strands of Bai Zhi'er's slender and tender palms suddenly burst out, shining like golden light.

There was no wind in the house, blowing the broken hair on the girl's forehead, making her pretty face even more plump with red lips.

Yan He felt that the wind was blowing, and heard the sound of chains dragging the floor.

She panicked: "Is it a ghost messenger? Will they punish my husband?"

Bai Zhi'er shook his head: "Don't worry, I will guarantee him, and when he goes to the underworld, he will only be taught a verbal lesson, and will not be embarrassed."

Yan He was about to kneel down to Bai Zhi'er immediately.

The girl quickly helped her up: "You don't need to kneel, I'm doing it for merit!"

After speaking, she raised her eyes and looked into the corner.

Because she called, Black and White Wuchang came in person.

One left and one right, they held Yan Song's arm.

Yan He couldn't see her husband, with tears in his eyes, staring at her intently.

Bai Zhi'er smiled sweetly: "Uncle Hei, Uncle Bai, this General Yan is entrusted to you."

Facing Bai Zhi'er, they still smiled with joy on their faces.

"It's easy to talk about, but when will Emperor Ji go back to the underworld to play? Lord Yan Wang always misses you."

(End of this chapter)